Will We Talk?

36- Test

Evie's POV:

After stuffing my face with as much mash, turkey and yorkshire puddings as I could, I was pretty much full to the brim with food. I'd say the same for the rest of the table, except for dad and Uncle Marvin who seemed to be having a competition at who could eat the most. By the time everyone was finished, though, there was still some leftovers in the dishes on the table.

Nana's house was warm with the hustle and bustle of sweaty and drunken family members, which subsequently resulted in a smile on my face, especially as I cradled Zander while his dad drank as much as he could- a sight I hadn't saw for the past 5 months.

"Good luck with him tonight, Yvonne, might want to strap him down." I laughed.

"I think I might just leave him outside, can't be bothered with his antics today." she jokingly scoffed at me, resting a sleeping Zara in her portable crib I'd gifted them, "You're actually a dream, Evelyn, why I hadn't thought of buying these sooner, I'll never know."

"What was meant to be a gift for yous turned out to be a gift for mammy and daddy." I babbled at Zander, who was slowly starting to doze off.

"Give him here, I'll put him in there as well." she suggested, taking the boy from my arms, "So, was the first Christmas with Sam a success?"

"Its been great. Actually, that reminds me I have to try something on in my room, you coming?" I questioned as I offered my hand to her.

The two of us stood and made our way out of the front door, flinching when the cold wind nipped at our bare skin. We walked down the street into mam and dad's house with no shoes on, the pavements cutting our cold feet. Yes, we all live in close proximity to one another, but its somewhat necessary when you have a delicate nana like mine. She always has us all on edge- you never know whether she's coming or going.

What was strange when we got there was that the door was unlocked, Yvonne and I shared a confused look and gripped onto each other, searching the house. It was apparent when we went upstairs that Bradley was at home, presumably with Tyler. Make of what you wish with that information. In our home? On Christmas? I can't say much the way me and Sam were two days ago, but it can't be helped, I guess. That's how Yvonne and Bailey have kids.

"Right what we doing here?" Yvonne says as she slumps herself onto my bed, unbuttoning her jeans, "Here, I'm still full."

"That's why I wore joggers, gotta think ahead." I chuckled, pulling my old dance bag out, fishing around for my tapes and toe pads.

"He didn't." Yvonne suddenly gasped, sitting up on my bed.

"What's happened?" I flinched, standing from the squat I had previously been in.

"He actually got you them." she sighed, placing a hand over her heart, "Bless him, he was so worried when he was getting them for you."

It felt like my heart was going to burst out of admiration for Sam there and then as I discovered the limits he went to to get me these. He even texted family, just to make it perfect. No wonder he was so stressed this morning when I opened my presents, and honestly I was apprehensive too- I mean who enjoys opening presents in front of people?

Yvonne and I soon snapped out of complimenting Sam when we heard a knock on my door, and Bradley's head peering through. I looked up at him, smiling to allow him to come and sit with us, Tyler following sheepishly  behind him, as though he knew we knew, but I wasn't the type of girl to bring that shit up.