Merry Christmas (Thurs)

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May woke us up on Christmas, she was so excited that she jumped into the room, and had Alex help her with jumping on us to wake us up. We pulled her down and hugged her, Alex lying across our feet at the end of the bed with his tail swinging back and forth happily.  Deven picked her up and told me to follow, so Alex and I got off of the bed and followed behind the siblings. We walked downstairs and saw gifts under the tree, making me raise my brow, yet I didn't say anything and followed. Deven handed May a stocking, then grabbed a Stocking shaped like a dog bone and dumped it on the carpet. Tennis balls, rubber bones, and a greasy meaty bone came out and onto the floor. Alex ran around them, sniffing, licking, picking them up, and dropping them back down only to pick up another and repeat the process. May and I laughed when Alex picked up the bone and ran circles around us, proudly showing off his newest treat.

Deven also handed me a stocking, I smiled and looked inside, only for him to cover it with his hand. I accepted the warning and decided to focus back on May and Alex. May and Alex move to the living room, so Deven and I follow behind. May sits on the couch and goes through her things, most being sensory toys and fidget toys. Deven dragged me into the kitchen, kissed my cheek, and told me to look inside, so I did. I gasped when I saw the condoms and lube, I closed the stocking and swatted him with it, and he laughed. I felt my face heat as he teased me.

"Go on up and hide away those for tonight my love," He whispered in my ear.

I rolled my eyes but did go around and made sure May didn't see me going upstairs. I went to our room, shut the door, and pulled open his drawer. I stuffed our things inside and quickly turned around, then sat on the bed and took a breath. Everything was like heaven since meeting Deven and May. Life just felt good.

Even if my mom has passed, he risked not doing Christmas to not push me. He's been able to help me break down my walls, he's been able to break me out of my head, he's helped with me becoming sober, he's helped in so many ways. I'm so thankful for him. I never thought I'd like a man, I never thought I could be even sexually attracted to a man, but Deven is different. He's not just some man, he's Deven, he's my man.

I rub my hands against my face to shake away the embarrassment, then stand and peek inside the stocking to make sure there are no more adult contents inside. There isn't, so I step back up and race down the stairs to see May and Deven sitting at the coffee table. May is already mesmerized by her fidget toys and low-sugar snacks. Deven sees me, stands, and motions me to follow him into the kitchen. And I do. I see he already has items for breakfast out on the island.

"We'll have May until noon, she leaves to spend time with our aunt so I can have a little break. I figured we could have a Christmas date night," his hands snake around my waist and pull me into a gentle hug.

"That sounds awesome," I nod and close my eyes as I lean into him, he is like my wall of safety. "And, it is Christmas, and I have a present for you, but it won't happen until tomorrow."

"Oh, now I'm curious. What did my little angel plan?"

"Should I keep it a surprise, oh I wonder," I grin and he presses his fingers deep into my side, teasing me. "No, bad. Now you have to wait."

He chuckled but kissed my cheek and backed away. We started making pancakes, then he took over with the perfectly timed flipping and buttering, and I made Mays eggs, then mine and Devens's eggs. We then made maple sausage links and toast. Best breakfast. May opened gifts, then Deven and I opened small things we got for each other without telling each other. I was so confused when he told me he bought them a while back and hid them. I've been living here and hadn't noticed. I laughed about it and said I just hid some things in the back of the closet until yesterday's wrapping.

Then we actually sat down on the couch, had breakfast, and watched some classic Mickey while May was with us. Around noon her aunt and uncle showed up, and she very excitedly left to go open more gifts. Deven and I very excitedly laid down on the couch together, and watched classic Christmas movies while we talked. 

"Last Christmas May and I went sightseeing to look at the Christmas lights, not as cool without snow, but still was nice."

"Growing up I traveled a lot because of my dad's work, and I don't remember much because of how young I was, but I still remember flashes of those lights. Just, gorgeous. Then he passed, and we continued to live here, and I never admired the lights as I did before," I adjusted myself on his chest, turning to lay my chin on his chest to look at him.

"What'd you do last Christmas?"

"Probably got drunk again. I'm known to be a party animal, did you know?" I say sarcastically, earning myself a gentle pinch on the arm. "I was always invited to parties from people I met probably once or twice from other parties. I'd get drunk, and either wake up on some rando floor or couch. Even at a dining room table once, I was almost naked. Funny shit," I laugh when he pinched me again. "I'm just being honest. The holidays were always the worst. I missed my dad and my siblings, I thought my mom was an awful person. I just wanted to forget everything, including an addiction I knew I had but didn't want to get rid of."

"Is this Christmas at least a little better?" he asked with a frown, his hand traveling to my hair and rubbing his fingers along my scalp.

"Yes, much better than any party."

"Really?" I watched as he smiled, and I couldn't help but grin. Deven had one of those intoxicating smiles, the type of smile to make anyone bashful, the contagious smile.

"Well, there was one party a few Christmases ago," I tease gaining a bigger pinch on my back. I slap his chest and we both laugh. "Yes, I really mean it. Much better than any party."

"It better be. We're having a fancy dinner, and when the sun starts to set the fun begins," He gave me a smirk.

I rolled my eyes but leaned forward and kissed him. This really was the best Christmas I've had in years. 

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