He had decided that he wanted to kick Christmas morning off with brunch. Pancakes, eggs, the works. But controlling two rowdy boys was more than he had bargained for. He wanted to have a nice family breakfast first before the present mayhem started, but it was rather difficult to keep them in the kitchen when their eyes were wide as saucers because of the pile of gifts under the tree. They had your stubbornness, but they had his eyes which made it ridiculously hard to tell them no, especially when they pouted up at you. Liam didn’t even think about the amount of sugar he was about to give them, he knew today was going to be insane regardless. They opened their presents with just as much vigor as they ate their pancakes- in so much excitement it was borderline chaos. Once the presents were opened, ships were built, houses assembled and armies were built. And after playing for there hours the most gruesome game of war you’d ever seen, they finally tired out and passed out by the tree with their action figures still clutched in their tiny little fists. They would sleep for at least a good two hours and Liam thought it was the perfect chance to give you his gift while he could. He’s been a bit naughty this year, but he couldn’t help himself. Liam took your hand and led you into the bedroom where he handed you his gift. “You shouldn’t have,” you said eyeing up the red box. He shifted his weight, rocking back on his heels. “Well, it’s more for me than it is for you.” You raised your eye brows and tore into the box, cheeks immediately flushing at what was inside. “Liam,” you rasped, holding up the scrap of red lace. He grinned wickedly, pulling out a second box wrapped much in the same way. “What would your outfit be without shoes?” You opened that too and blushed further at the sky high red Jimmy Choos. “While the kids take a little Christmas nap,” he said huskily, his hands sliding up your shirt. “I figured we could play with ours,” with a devilish wink, he pushed you towards the bathroom where you changed. The red ensemble was completely see through, leaving nothing to the imagination. You shook out your braid, letting the curls fall around your shoulder. The shoes were so sexy and made your legs look incredible. So when you stepped into the room, Liam’s jaw dropped. “Oh merry Christmas to me,” he growled grabbing you by the hips. “I can’t wait to unwrap you,” he moaned as he ran his mouth along your skin. Unwrap you he did, and it was nice, because with this, Liam could unwrap you all year long.
