Best of Me

Chapter Nineteen

Hello! Here's another update!

It's christmas day finally.

And a surprise guest shows up....

Enjoy!

Chapter Nineteen:

I wake up in the morning to Quinn's back pressed against my front. Our hands are clasped together over her waist and our legs make a tangled web beneath the covers. I haven't woken up with a smile as large as this one since Mae. It's a nice change of pace.

She stirs under my arm. "Morning," I mumble against her neck pressing a kiss on the soft skin below her ear. She rolls over in my arms in hugs me tightly.

"Morning," her voice groggy with sleep. She gazes up at me with a drowsy grin, "merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Quinn." She tilts her head up and kisses me. "We should get dressed before Izzy decides to barge in to wake us up."

"She wouldn't..."

"Oh, she would," I laugh and begrudgingly tear myself away from her. "She takes Christmas morning very seriously. And I don't need to get a lecture from CoCo about scarring her daughter for life." I stretch when I stand up beside the bed and shake off the sleepiness before walking toward the bathroom. Turning around to ask her if she's coming, I find her hungrily watching me, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth, her eyes skimming along my body. "We so do not have the time."

"It's called a quickie for a reason, babe," she says with a playful smirk. I'm tempted to agree. I almost do, until a knock against our bedroom door sounds in the room.

"You girls awake?" My dads voice calls through the wood. "Izzy has been bouncing off the walls waiting, better hurry up! No time for morning sex."

"Dad!" I yell, heat flooding my face. He laughs boisterously.

"Just get downstairs before Izzy rips open everyone's gifts!" I grumble as I hear his footsteps receding. Quinn is cackling on the bed.

"That man is something," she strides over to me and pulls me into the bathroom. She closes the door behind me and traps me between her and the door.

"Quinn, we really don't have the time for sex right now," I say weakly, though my resolve is fading fast.

"I know," she leans forward, "but he didn't say anything about making out."

We arrive downstairs twenty-minutes later, out of breath, puffy lips, and messily dressed.

It doesn't take a detective to figure out that we didn't exactly follow my dad's words...

***

Christmas morning goes relatively the same every year. We struggle to get everyone awake and ready at the same time. None of the adults-as in everyone that isn't Izzy-can't feasibly start the day without caffeine, which takes a decent amount of time. Then we argue over who's supposed to be Santa's designated helper-it usually ends up being Christopher since he's the least selfish of the bunch.

He puts on the Santa hat and passed out everyone's stockings. The stockings are varying patterns and designs, some have names on them, others have pictures, and a few are plain that we use for significant others that haven't cemented their place in the family yet-Jasper's boyfriend Emmet and Natasha are the only two that have specific stockings out of the partners.