birds // hs

32. Christmas

"Harry," I whispered, shaking his shoulder excitedly. "Harold, wake up!"

"What?" He grumbled as one of his dark eyes opened slowly. "What's going on?"

"It's Christmas!"

He let out a low groan and turned over, his back now towards me as I whined in protest.

"Should I just go downstairs by myself?" I asked innocently, crossing my arms to push up my naked boobs as I stood in only my red panties. "I sure hope none of the boys are down there."

He stirred a little and turned on his back, his eyes still closed but his mouth giving away how concerned he was. "Just come get back in bed with me, baby. Pretty please?"

"It's our first Christmas together," I reminded him with a sad sigh. "I don't want to spend the morning alone."

Finally he opened his eyes and gave me a lopsided grin, his arms stretching above his head as he sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed.

"Come here, baby," he smiled sleepily. "Come give me a little kiss."

I stood between his legs and kissed his soft lips, my tongue running over his bottom lip as his teeth tugged lightly on mine.

"Come on," I whined as I pushed his head away from my exposed chest. "We don't have time to-"

"Just let me kiss you for a few more minutes," he mumbled, standing up so he was towering over me. "You're my favorite Christmas present, baby girl."

I giggled and eventually got him dressed in our matching pajama pants while I put on the oversized shirt that matched.

"I really thought that was the right size," he scowled as I looked down at the shirt that fell to my mid-thigh. "I tried to find a size that was between ours but your size looked like compression pants on me and my size...well, you see."

"I like my pajamas big anyway," I laughed, laying my head against his bare chest. "Isn't it kind of weird that neither of us are wearing the whole set?"

"I didn't expect us to," he replied smartly. "Now let's go downstairs so I can be showered in gifts."

*

The entire living room floor was covered in shredded paper and discarded boxes, and the mess only overflowed into the kitchen as Gemma and I helped Harry's mom make their annual Christmas dinner.

"How's your mum?" Gemma asked as I stirred the mixture for the chocolate pecan pie. "Is she spending tonight alone?"

"No, she drove up to stay with my parents. Actually she wanted me to come down here. The divorce is getting pretty nasty and she thought it would be better for me to be away from it all."

She just smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist, then gave me a big wet kiss on my cheek. "Well we're happy you're here."

"Very happy," Anne chimed in as she appeared by the doorframe with a huge crockpot in her small hands. "Lord knows Harry would have been sulking and moping around all day if you weren't here."

"Hey, I heard that!" Harry's deep voice rang from the living room. He appeared a second later, a grin on his full lips as his eyes looked me up and down. "And I do not mope, mum."

"Whatever you say, darling. Whatever you say."

He came around the counter and wrapped his arms loosely around my waist, resting his hands on my stomach while I continued patting the pie crust down.

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" He asked in a near whisper.

I froze. "What?"

"Kids, baby," he murmured, sliding his hand down my front until it was right over my panties. "You know, little munchkins?"