Love Is Blind

Christmas Morning Special

  Parents are woken up on Christmas by their children bouncing violently on the bed and shaking them like rag dolls until they open their eyes and get dragged downstairs for Christmas presents. Likewise, I was awoken the next morning by Lacey giggling and straddling my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders and shaking them harshly. It was the same way she had woken me up when she gained sight.

  "Get up, sleepyhead! It's Christmas morning, which means presents!"

  Groaning, I shoved at her hands, desperately trying to roll over on to my stomach and bury my head under a pillow. Of course, Lacey pinning my hips down made that near impossible and halfway through a roll she pressed her lips to my ear and stopped me cold, "Come on or I won't make you breakfast."

  As if to answer for me, my stomach took the opportunity to growl and rumble like I had eaten in weeks. Still, I tried my hardest to deny the fact, wanting to wallow in the warmth of the sheets just a little longer, "I can make my own breakfast."

  "Fine," Lacey scoffed and got off of me quickly, her sock-clad feet padding off towards the door, "But that also means that I won't be making waffles with whipped cream and chocolate syrup for breakfast."

  Suddenly wide awake, I leapt from the bed and almost threw myself into shock with the temperature change from my bed to the room, "Let's go open those presents, baby! What're we waiting for?"

  Bounding down the hall and towards the tree, Lacey's laughter followed after me and soon her running footsteps joined the mix. Turning just in time to lock lips with her, I rested my hands against her waist.

  Entertaining me for a moment or so, Lacey kissed back happily. Too eager to get straight to presents, though, Lacey pulled away from my embrace, "Come on, slowpoke! You've got gifts that you need to open!"

  Chuckling, I sat down on the floor besides her, "Sounds like it's pretty imperative that I open up these gifts, huh?"

  She nodded quickly, her giddiness giving itself away in her slight bouncing, "Extremely, babe."

  "Hmmm," I seemed to ponder, holding back the sly smirk that was threatening to ruin my facade, "Well, I'm sorry to say, baby, but I think they'll just have to wait."

  Standing as I did, Lacey placed her hands on her hips and scowled slightly, "And why do they have to wait?"

  Shrugging nonchalantly, I turned towards the kitchen, "I haven't had my morning cup of coffee, yet. Therefore, I may end up falling asleep- face first into a pile of wrapping paper. Might even be mid-unwrapping."

  The smirk that was in Lacey's voice caused me to turn, "Nope." 

  "Nope?" I questioned, eyebrows raised incredulously.

  Nodding at my question, Lacey smirked at me, "Already made you coffee." To prove that she was being honest, she jutted her thumb behind her and towards the end table, where two steaming mugs sat waiting.

  "Geez. You really are all set to go, aren't you?" I muttered as I returned to my spot on the floor, crossing my legs before taking my mug and relishing in the heat it spread through my hands.

  "I am. Now, open up your presents or else I'm taking them all back!"

  Her threat made me laugh, but I set the mug down on the rug beside my foot and leaned towards the pile. Scanning the names, I grabbed one with a tag that said mine. Giving her a curious glance, I began to shred the paper apart to get to the box that it was wrapped around.
 
  Lacey mumbled something along the lines of, "Now who's acting like a child?" Ignoring that, though, I tore into the box and grinned at the item.