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Chapter 9

Vik
Beauty Queen From a Movie Scene!

I blink and stretch, waking up my body with every movement.

Sighing softly, I stood and shivered as the cold ground made contact with my bare feet. I ran a hand through my hair, making a way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I smiled at my mom as she wished me a "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mom."

She grinned at me, "Are the kids coming over?"

I laughed softly, nodding a bit. The boys come over so much that she calls them her sons now.

"Of course, it's Christmas."

"Did you get presents?"

"Of course I did, who do you think I am? Jerome?"

x-x-x

"VIK! Let us in it's fucking freezing!"

A laugh leaves my mouth and I open the front door. Showing a Jerome and Mitchell freezing to the bone. I shook my head and allowed the two to enter the room.

"Hey Merome, if you got presents put them under the tree."

Jerome grinned, setting his bag on the ground. He took out 6 different gifts and set them under the tree with Mitch.

"I bought gifts this year."

The front door slammed open, showing a couple we like to call Poofless as well as my lover.

"Oi, Merry Christmas fuckwads!" Rob grinned, shutting the door and kicking off his snow boots.

"Merry Christmas!" My mother called from the kitchen, the kitchen door swung open and the smell of ham and cookies filled the room.

"Momma Barns!" Jerome grinned, indulging her small frame in a bear hug.

I smiled, turned to Preston and Lachlan who were putting a variety of gifts under the tree. I walked over, tapping Lachlan on the shoulder. He looked up and smiled, standing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and mumbled a soft "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas babe, are you excited?"

I nod and remove my arms from the hug, slipping my hand into his. "I only came for the food."

"This is your house, you are being forced."

I laugh and peck his cheek, pulling him into the kitchen. Waving to my mom as I leaned my elbows on the island, stealing a cookie from one of the many plates of sweets and treats. My mom slapping my hand in response.

"Don't you fill up on sweets now Vik, We've also got to leave some for Santa."

Jerome groaned, picking up a sugar cookie and stuffing it between his teeth. "Fuck Santa. He has enough cookies, how is he not dead from all that sugar anyways?"

Mitch shook his head, wrapping his arms around the other and leaning a head on his shoulder. "If you keep acting like that Santa won't bring you any presents."

"He means Christmas sex!" Preston laughed from the other room.

"Mitchell Donnell Ralph Hughes! You do not mean that, do you?" My mom countered back, giving him a "mother" stare and crossing her arms. We all knew she was only kidding.

"Do I mean that babe?" He muttered softly, kissing Jerome's lips.

Jerome grinned, shrugging slightly. "Only Santa knows."