Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Christmas

Gail woke a voice, soft and cooing, in the next room. A dim light peaked onto her floor boards, guiding her to the source. She slowly got out of bed, yawning big and wide with a stretch of her limbs, her bedside clock reading 4:26.

"He sprang to his sleigh, to his team have a whistle." She heard in a hushed, soft, telling of tails. The story, Gail knew as one of her roommates favourites, had been coming from said roommates bedroom, she tell tell the closer she got to her own door. "And away they all flew like the down of a thistle."

Gail smiled sleepily. It wasn't a common experience, her son having woke in the middle of the night without her knowledge, but it'd happened often enough she wasn't scared when he wasn't in his crib at the far wall of her room. Because Holly had him, and was apparently reading a Christmas story.

"But I heard him exclaim," Gail was out in the hall, hair a mess, clothes in disarray, probably some dried drool on the side of her mouth, and on a hunt to witness the early morning story. She wouldn't admit it but she loved listening to the brunette talk. Her voice just brought a calm over Gail, it was strong, smooth and collected, like a warm hug from your favourite person. "As he drove out of sight."

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!" Holly's voice dropped low in an imitation of Santa Clause, almost making Gail laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

Gail peaked in through the half open door and smiled gently. Holly had Shiloh laying in her lap, head lulled on her risen legs, feet at her ribs, half wrapped in the Christmas blanket Holly's mother had made for him with a binky his mouth. Holly placed the book beside her on the bed and drew a knuckle across his cheek. She looked content, absolutely exhausted and shouldn't at all be up at four thirty in the morning, but she seemed happy to be in that moment. Happy to watch the one year old stare back at her, happy to have tiny toes jammed into her cage, happy to have read a Christmas classic before the sun itself had risen.

Gail had been worried, scared, about waking the brunette in the middle of the night with a crying baby. It was weird to think about after a year of it, a year of Holly pushing her back into bed and taking care of the infant.

One year.

One year of crying, of diapers, of next to no sleep. One year of firsts she had never thought she'd be excited about. One year smiles and goofy faces, of making a fool out of herself to save everyone from tears. One year of learning. And one, glorious, year of unimaginable love.

"You'll have to be more boring than that, nerd." Gail mused from the doorway.

Holly jumped with a startle, whipping her head to the side to find the blonde laughing at her. She fixed her with Holly's version of a scowl. "You can't just sneak up on me like that."

"But I can." Gail smirked and opened the door the rest of the way, walked in and went straight for the empty side of the bed.

"It's not nice." Holly moved the book to her nightstand to make room for the blonde.

"I'm not nice." She said simply. She settled in next to the brunette, fitting in perfectly beside her in a very familiar way, a comforting way.

"That's what she likes to think, but we both know that's not true." Holly cooed to Shiloh, placing her hand on his tummy and rocking him. She could feel the pointed stare from her roommate but it only spurred her on. "Mama's a big sap isn't she? Playing hide and seek, bubble beards, and one look from the big blue eyes of yours and she's a goner."

"Stop feeding him lies." Gail pushed her shoulder.

Holly giggled. "I only speak the truth."

"Oh yeah? What about Santa?" Gail challenged her, arms crossed and ready for the explanation.