The New Guy

Chapter 13- Bebès

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Hi, so I feel like my story is getting somewhat boring with the lack of significance throughout the progressing chapters... But I just want you to know I have a lot planned. I just want to time it right, and I want you to get attached to the characters before the bad starts to come. Haha that sounds evil.

Anyways enjoy the chapter. Something about Babies.... What's this mean?
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"Wake up, sleepyheads!" I hear a familiar voice scream from above me. I nuzzle my head farther into a hard object, only to be yelled at once more. "C'mon! Don't'cha want to see what Santa brought?"

I grunt loudly, continuing to wallow around beneath some covers and get engulfed by warmth coming from the hard body beside me. I knew it was Kyle soon enough.

I ignore the yelling and try to get some more rest. Ahh, sleep. I need some, ASAP.

Whack.

I groan loudly, clutching my now throbbing head, as I continue to get mauled by a pillow. I mumble out obscenities beneath my breath and roll over, sitting up and finally giving into the demanding voice shouting at me.

Propping myself up onto my elbows, I see a very excited Connor placed in front of me. His big brown eyes wrinkled up due to the face-splitting grin he is wearing. His messy hair flops over his face a bit as he bounces on the bed, seeming eager for us to get out.

There's a lot of movement beside me, and next thing I know, Kyle is shouting at the childish man in front of me.

"Dammit, Connor! What is your--"

"Santa! Santa!" He cheers, cutting Ky off and sprinting down to the main level to-- I guess-- see what Santa brought him. I turn to Kyle and his green orbs meet me.

"Does Connor really believe in Santa?" I ask him.

He shrugs, letting out a sigh. "He's a 7 year old trapped in an 18 year olds body."

I giggle, thinking of how Josh is the same way. Josh is my best guy friend. Mel, Josh and I are all very close and Josh was childish as well. Perhaps not as bad as Connor, but he's a close second.

Kyle's hand reaches my chin as he turns my face to his. He leans in and I feel his warm breath on my neck. He takes my lips in between his and tugs my lips in between his teeth. I let out a pleasure filled sigh and kiss him back. When he pulls away his eye search mine.

"Merry Christmas," he whispers, still pretty close to me.

     I wink at him and jump out of the cozy covers, fighting a shiver, I say, "Merry Christmas. Now, let's go see what Santa brought."

He shakes his head, getting out of bed as well. To say that Kyle was adorable in the morning, would be an understatement. He tousled dark hair rests wildly over his forehead, a bit longer than when we first met. His olive green eyes are sleepy and seem to be letting the consciousness settle in on him. My eyes trail down to his bare chest and stomach, as I can see every defined ab and pectoral and bicep and tricep and well, really any other cep he has.

     Biting down on my lip I turn to walk down the stairs. Seeing some unfamiliar faces as u reach the bottom. I can only assume that they are one of the boys' family.

Remembering back to my Christmases as a child, when my mother was still around, I realize how much I miss them.

My cousins and I running wildly around the house while my grandparents, aunts and uncles prepared breakfast. My mother tactfully trying to get my baby sister Leah to stop crying. And my father chatting with the some other adults. I missed my family and the way they made me feel complete. Even if I was only a child, I knew family was the one thing that would stand by you forever.