Christmas At Home

Chapter Eleven - Final Chapter

AN: Hello there! This is the final chapter from this story. I'm so glad to finally be able to share it with you. Thank you so much to all of you who have read, voted and commented chapter after chapter. You have no idea what it means, I truly appreciate your feedback so much and I'm extremely grateful that you have taken time to read and follow this "Christmas" story since the holidays. (almost March, I know :P)

Anyways, here it is. I hope you like it.

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"Thank you," Chris told the hotel porter slipping a £20 note in his hand. He walked with him to the door even if he did not need to. He thought it was polite.

The man shut the door behind him with a "Have a nice stay," almost not hearing him thanking him. Chris promptly turned on his heels and hurried to his husband, "Jay!" He snuggled closer, burying his face in his neck and inhaling his perfect scent.

Finally.

"We're married," he whispered, eyes closed in total relaxation.

"We are," Jonny sighed contentedly and wounded his arms gently around him.

It was almost 4 in the morning. Reception had officially finished at 10pm, they had talked and laughed, they had watched a lovely surprise video their families and the guys had prepared for them, Phil, Will and Jonny's dad had delivered awesome speeches and Chris had even got Jonny to join him for precisely twenty seconds on the dancefloor before he gave up with an explosive nervous laugh, leaving him alone to show off his less-than professional dancing skills to the beat of "Shake it off," by Taylor Swift.

And to probably more songs that he should have while wearing brand new shoes, considering how much his feet hurt right now, but it had been fun and it had made Jonny laugh and look at him with those amazing adoring eyes that made him feel like he was the most powerful bloke in the country. Besides, his niece Ellie had been a great dancing partner too.

Their cake had been ace and they had managed not to make a big mess while cutting it. He had dutifully not smudged said cake on his new husband's face, despite half of their guests urging him to.

Jonny would have killed him.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Jon's waist and sleepily got comfortable in his embrace.

"Did you have fun, love?" the younger man asked.

"It was the best day of my life."

"Mine too," Jonny kissed his head and Chris felt his chest drew up a long breath as his new husband yawned.

Celebrations had continued with some of their guests with an open bar until way past midnight, chatting, sharing anecdotes and laughing while they tucked on some pizza until the charters to take everyone back to London were calling for the last ride.

At 2:15 they had left the venue, not before thanking the staff personally, particularly Natalie who had worked extremely hard so they could have a great wedding.

It had been gorgeous, absolutely magnificent.

It had truly been the best day of his life, from waking up in bed with his then still fiancé and having a nice cuddle to arriving here now after a wonderful reception 20 hours later.

No wonder he was exhausted, but also so enormously happy and relieved.

Everything had been wonderful. He was married to the love of his life, the sweetest and most extraordinary man he had ever known.

"This is our wedding night," Jonny spoke.

"Yeah," he giggled.

"Did you save yourself Christopher?"