Who Knew Rugby Could Be So Complicated?

Christmas

The England squad Christmas party went a lot better than the saracens. Emma or Harry wasnt there. Holly was though. But I had Charly and Abbi whom didnt like Holly one bit so she darednt come near me or Owen, they were like my bodyguards, or should I say they are like parents to me. Plus I got a lot drunker because the girls were there they're a bad influence on me.

This year we had Christmas with Oliver, Holly had him for boxing day. He was quite excited for two Christmases. We had agreed with my family that we would go see them boxing day and have a day with the girls eating a lot of munchies. Owen's family flew in Christmas Eve and we were having dinner with them. His mother insisted on cooking christmas dinner, I definitely wasnt complaining. Christmas eve we prepared Christmas Eve boxes for everyone so everyone had pyjamas, drinks, slippers and some chocolates.

Christmas morning Oliver was the first one up. Waking up the whole house hold with "Santas been!" We all made our way downstairs, Oliver carried his stocking out of his room which was nearly too heavy for him but he was too stubborn to let anyone else carry it. Everyone joined down us downstairs. I did the typical mother thing by dishing out presents to everyone else. Of course Owen had no clue what was In any one elses presents since I did all the shopping, even though he constantly complained about the amount of parcels we got delivered in the last month. I got lots of photos of everyone opening presents. We got Oliver a new tricycle, a new rugby kit, some toys he wanted and a few little bits and bobs he asked for.

Owen placed a few presents in front of me. I opened them slowly. One was a rugby shirt with 10 Farrell on the back, a few bath sets and my favourite perfume. "Shall we get some breakfast then" Owen sat me back down. "You've got one last one" he pulled a small box from behind him. "If you dont like it I can take it back" he started to ramble. I opened it, it was a little black box. Once I opened the box I found a car key. I was shocked. "Go and look on the drive" I ran to the front door and on the drive was the bluest mercedes.

"Wheres my old car? How did you do this without me noticing" I jumped on Owen and gave him the biggest hug ever. "Go look inside, I've connected your phone to it already and Oliver's car seat is in there" "this is why you havent spent more time in the garage" Owen laughed. I kept looking inside, the fresh car smell hit me. It was amazing. I've never drove anything other than my citreon, since I passed all I did was upgrade to the newer models. Of course Owen still had the better model, I think his was the model up from mine. We pretty much had matching cars. I was speechless. "Thank you so much!" I was like the child this time. "You deserve the world and I intend on giving you every bit of it. Plus there's defintely a lot more room in there for kids compared to your citreon" we shared a passionate kiss. "Who said anything about kids Farrell?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "Well get a bun in the oven soon, let's get the wedding out the way first" we both laughed.

"Oliver do you like Amelia's new car Santa brought her?" Owen lifted Oliver up as he nodded "is it faster than yours Daddy?" Owen laughed "no definitely not" we all rejoined the family. I made breakfast for the kids while Colleen made breakfast for the adults. A full English who can complain, hey.

This was the second christmas I spent with Owen but the first Christmas day I spent with both of them. I never realised how special family could make christmas. Having kids about always made it feel a bit more magical. The magic of santa and all the presents. I never really enjoyed Christmas until I met Owen.

"Anyway, what's that I heard about a bun cooking in the oven? You're not expecting are you" colleen asked, she looked so excited. "Nooooo, not yet" I laughed. "Possibly after the wedding" Owen shrugged. She hugged us both. "I just knew you two were made for each other" Owen rolled his eyes as his mother continued to blabber on "You couldnt hide that hickey from me at dinner after the six nations" I looked shocked and slapped my neck where the hickey was like it was still there. How does she even remember that. Owen looked at me, he tried not to laugh, but I was in complete shock. "I just really hoped he wasnt playing you about" I looked anywhere but at Owen's mum. Me and her were close but never would we talk about this.

Mothers intuition I guess.