Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Thirty-one

It was the most beautiful Christmas morning I'd ever woken up to, the lights that we'd put up a few days ago all over the large house and out in the garden lighting up the dark and early morning.

Everyone else were still asleep upstairs and with everyone else I mean, Helen, Gary, Jack, Anna, Conor and Leonelle.

We'd decided to celebrate Christmas at ours just because we happened to have the biggest house that could fit everyone perfectly.

Sighing content do I sink down in the arm chair in the living room, with one of the like in total three Christmas trees all lit up in front of me.

The cup of tea I was holding in my hands were slowly warming me up inside, because even though the house had the most fancy features you could think of was it still too big for it not to get cold over the winter time.

I watch the presents underneath the tree and smile for myself, we always managed to go overboard with the gifts, nicely wrapped boxes and bags flooding out over the wooden floor.

It was still so quiet, no loud cars around and even though we'd moved in just under a month ago had I still not gotten used to the silence.

London had always been so busy, it was a constant living city, You would be able to find people out and about at four in the morning each day of the week if you went out to look.

I had loved it during my younger years, I'd loved how alive it had made me feel and how close everything was, still I'd grown up, in fact we both had grown up. Now we just wanted the calmness, being able to walk around naked if you wanted, nobody would be able to see any way.

"Merry Christmas love"

I look over towards the doorway facing a young looking Gary.

He reminded me of Conor a lot, the way he walked, talked and just was. They were just copies of each other with a bit of an age gap between them.

I remember how scared I was of Gary in the beginning, how I thought he wouldn't like someone like me to have his son.

I'd been so wrong, the way both him and Helen had accepted me in the family would always surprise me, reminding me how you should never judge someone you haven't met.

"Merry Christmas, there's hot water in the kettle if you want a cup of tea"

He nod walking over to the kitchen and letting me fall back into my thoughts, my hands around my cup as I lean back in my seat. Enjoying the silence for the time it'll last.

It didn't take long before Leonelle come running down the stairs, her stocking in her hand as I pick her up to hold her, the sweet baby smell that was so comforting for me as her mother.

"Look mummy, look what Santa gave me"

I smile at her innocence as she pull out her stocking fillers and spreading them out over the sofa so she could open them with me looking.

"I see honey"

Seeing her happy always made me so releaved inside, because I knew me and Conor always worried over her special upbringing. Not that we did something different, we just don't know if what we do for a living would some how effect her in a bad way.

I watch her open her presents, complimenting her every now and again, telling her that she'd been a nice girl this year, playing along with the whole Santa thing.

It was cute how almost every single kid in this world believed in Santa, how Christmas was heaven in there eyes.

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