AN: Hi there! Here's a little mushy Christmas story I've had in my head for years but was never able to write. So here it is, I hope you enjoy it and if you have the time tell me what you thought of it. Thank you for reading! I hope you have a lovely holiday season!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
XOXO
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He shifted again in bed, the sounds of the sheets and covers as he moved his legs were almost the only things that could be heard at this early time. Chris stretched until his left foot reached the now-cool left side of the bed. Jonny had been gone long enough, he should have come back to join him at least thirty minutes ago, but he had not.
The quietness around him disconcerted him, intrigued him so he slid out of bed and went in search of his elusive husband.
First, he headed to the most obvious place: the bedroom right across from theirs. The door was ajar; the only light source in the room came from the constellation stars lamp projector on the dresser, making the atmosphere even more beautiful than it already was at this time of the year.
He peered inside and sure enough, there he found him, standing still, looking out of the window adjacent to the crib.
Jonny looked defeated. Still, he gave him a small smile as Chris hugged him from behind. "Merry Christmas, love," he whispered in his ear mindful of the sleeping infant only a couple of feet from them.
The green-eyed man snuggled back against him, "Merry Christmas," he said in a low tone. There was a sorrowful tinge to it, a feeling of gloom that clung to his husband's demeanour.
Chris watched the barely over a-month-old boy peacefully resting and his heart soared. So precious. He was getting to sleep for longer stretches of time now, giving them both a more restful night, but especially him, who was on duty between bedtime and 6 am, when Jon would take over.
Chris planted three sweet kisses on his partner's neck and, knowing Vincent would hopefully remain asleep for another hour, he quietly told him, "Let's go back to bed?"
"Yes," Jonny agreed.
So he guided his husband back to their bedroom, hands interlaced. It was Christmas, their first Christmas as parents, Vincent's first Christmas, although he was too young to really take part in the celebrations. Chris' smile widened, he felt himself glowing. This was what he had always wanted. He turned to Jon as they got in bed, bringing his partner close. Fatherhood had been more challenging for his quiet companion, but Chris remained hopeful, even when Jonny's smile did not shine as brightly as it used to on this Christmas morning.
Chris sat close to him, an arm protectively around his shoulders, "What's wrong, babe?"
"Vincent doesn't like me much," he admitted with melancholy eyes.
"Jay, love, he does like you, but he is just a very young infant, he does not know what is going on, give him time," he planted a kiss on Jonny's temple.
"I held him and changed him and he screamed the whole time no matter what I did, talking, shushing, nothing worked and so he cried while I got his bottle ready and stopped crying to eat but then fussed and fussed until he managed to fall back asleep," he described, his frustration increasing with every word.
"Jay," Chris rubbed his shoulder, "You are doing a great job, love."
Disbelief flashed through those tired green eyes, "I just feel like a failure, you know," Jonny admitted.
Chris' heart went instantly to him, he hated seeing his husband feeling so low, "He was just having a rough time. You are being too hard on yourself Jon."
