That's Christmas To Me

24. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays*

I woke up to little footsteps. Christmas Eve.

"Jacob do not antagonize him his mom is trying to-"

The door opened. I knew right away that Connor and Jacob were getting into bed with me.

I smiled and snuggled into the comforter more as Jacob turned on the tv, turning on cartoons. I heard Sarah and Andy too.

Andy picked me up and set me on his body. I groaned and rested my head on his chest. I heard Sarah get into bed too. Good thing we had a king.

Andy stroked his hand through my hair. I stayed curled up close to his body. He was so warm.

I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. I just stayed there.

Andy kissed my head. Connor ran over and buried himself next to me.

"Hi sweet boy." I groggily said. He was on Andy's body as well.

I moved up to rest my head on Andy's shoulder. He rubbed my waist as I played with Connors hair.

"You need a haircut Connie boy." I said.

"So does your husband Aurora." Jacob said. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes he does."

"I don't." Andy said.

"Okay Mr. 'I own a law firm and I'm the distract attorney and I'm in court four out of five days a week'." Jacob said. "And everyone under the sun sees me but I'll walk around with my curly haircut making me look like I'm stuck in my senior year."

"Burn." Connor said. Everyone in the room erupted in laughter.

•••

Andy helped me cut up some fruit as I made pancakes. The kids were all in the living room.

Andy was being his usual self, throwing blueberries in the air and catching them in his mouth.

He clapped his hands as he made another one.

"Oh mrs barber I am too good at this." He said. I smiled and turned to watch him.

Teenager.

He made another one and giggled, pulling me into a kiss. I smiled and pecked his lips as he ate the blueberry.

He smiled and moved to sit me on the counter. He flipped the pancakes as I ate a strawberry.

"You know what...I think I have a Christmas present for you." Andy said.

"Nope. Not until Christmas." I said.

He smiled. I leaned over and kissed him softly.

"Love you." He said. I smiled.

•••

Connor sat down, reading a book with me. We were in his room, and it was just about time for bed.

This happened every night. We would sit in his bed and read a story.

Tonight, it was the night before Christmas.

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." I said.

Connor chuckled. I kissed his head.

"Where's Andy?" He asked.

"Umm...I think he's putting away dishes. You want him here?" I asked. He nodded.

"Andy!" I said.

A few seconds later and Andy came in. Connor got up and giggled.

"Come on!" He said. Andy smiled and got into bed with us. Connor sat on my body and continued reading.

Once we were done, Connor sighed.

"Santa tomorrow?" Connor asked.

"Santa tomorrow." I said.

"I love you both." Connor said.

"Love you too baby." I said.

"Love you too bud." Andy said. Connor came over and kissed his head.

I chuckled and moved to snuggle with both of them. Andy moved to hold me close.

"Merry Christmas pretty boys." I said.

"Merry Christmas mama." Connor said.

"Merry Christmas mama." Andy said. He kissed my cheek and smiled.

•••

"I actually have your Christmas present right now." Andy said as we sat in bed. He got on top of me.

"Andrew." I whispered.

"Yes. We will be quiet." He said as he kissed me. I smiled and kissed him back.

Our time.

His hands trailed up and down my waist.

Quickly, clothes were ripped off, and hands were all over each other.

"I love you." Andy whispered as he entered inside of me. I hummed and held his shoulders.

"I love you more." I whispered. He smiled and moved to kiss my neck.

My husband was kind. He was gentle. He was loving.

And he was a sex god.

I felt his hips start to slap into me. I moved my hands over his body. He stayed quiet. Always quiet.

A few minutes later, and we were close. Andy held my waist as I came all over him.

"Mmm. Fuck." I said. He quickly followed inside of me.

He rested his head on my shoulder. "Merry fucking Christmas."

"This needs to stay a tradition." I said. He hummed in agreement, collapsing on top of me.

I sighed and rubbed his back.

"I love you. So much."

"I love you too." He whispered.

His skin was warm and soft. His hair was coarse, yet soft. His body was mine. I was his.

We loved each other so much.

Always.