Trust Me .(79)

Christmas Morning



I never knew putting together Christmas gifts and getting them wrapped was such a big job. A job that I reveled in during the early morning hours of Operation Santa. I sent Avery to bed around midnight to get some sleep but was up until almost two finishing up.

Now, I am throwing on some lounge pants so I can go start the coffee. Avery’s in the bathroom getting ready and Brooklyn will be up any minute. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees what Santa brought her. Hell, I can’t wait for Avery to see what Santa brought her.

The coffee is percolating as I pull two mugs down from the cabinet. I have to work later but everyone was cool at giving me the morning to be at home for my first Christmas morning with Avery and Brooklyn.

We don’t have too much time left in this little house. We close on the new house on the twenty-eighth and will be moving in first of the year. I’m working as much as I can right now so I can take an entire week off to move and get us settled. Jake and I worked out our schedules so he’s off the day we move and the two days after to help out. In fact, all of her brothers made themselves available to help us move. And I’m so damn thankful for their help because we have two households to sort and move. The law office that Avery is working at is closed the week between Christmas and New Years so she’s going to take a couple of days, too, the first week of January.

I can smell the sweet vanilla before she comes in the room. I fucking love that smell. Avery walks up behind me and leans against my back, arms around my waist. My pants start to get tight just by the slightest press of her body against mine.

“Morning.”

“Good morning,” she mumbles against my back.

I spin around, pulling her against my bare chest. My hands dive into her long hair, my lips seek hers as if they have a mind of their own. The kiss goes straight to hungry, my tongue sliding back and forth against hers. She rocks into my body pressing her core against my very hard cock. My hands are seeking bare skin, unbuttoning her jeans.

“Mewy Cwissmis!”

“Shit. She’s awake,” I mumble, only mildly disappointed that I can’t continue my exploration as I pull my lips from hers. Avery urgently buttons up her pants and straightens her top.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie,” Avery says as she spins around and picks Brooklyn up.

I lean in and kiss her perfect little face. “Merry Christmas, baby girl.”

“Pwesents!” Brooklyn is already shimmying down from Avery’s lap, heading towards the overflowing tree. We left the living room for last in Project Packing to ensure that everything was perfect for Bean on Christmas morning.

“You better get in there before she starts without us. I’ll bring the coffee.” I lean down and kiss her lips one more time.

“You just need a few minutes alone to get yourself together?” she sasses back with a knowing smile.

“I’ve already started thinking about my grandma and gardening.” She laughs and walks into the living room, my eyes instantly mesmerized by the swing of her hips which doesn’t help the tightness in my pants.

When I get in the living room with two hot cups of coffee, Brooklyn is bouncing around on the floor in front of the tree. “Now?”

“Yes, now,” I reply with a smile.

“Here, let Mommy help you read the tags.” Avery crouches down on the floor and helps distribute presents. There’s a big stack in the back and to the side of the tree for her family and mine. My girls are going to her parent’s house after I leave for work this morning, and we’re heading to my parents this weekend after we close on the house.

There’s a huge pile of presents sitting in front of Brooklyn. She dives in with all the energy that comes with a three year old. She unwraps books, dolls, Barbie’s, clothes, and even bedding and décor for her new room. She barely has the last one opened before she’s moving on to the next, and she does it all with a huge smile on her face.

Avery has a few gifts in front of her, too. I found an unbelievably sexy satin robe and nightgown set that I can’t wait to see her wear. When I saw them in the store I imagined her wearing them in front of the fireplace in our room. I can’t wait until we get settled in the new place. She also opened a diamond watch, her favorite perfume, and a new e-reader with tons of memory for her books.

“You spoil me,” she says as she plants another kiss on my lips.

I finally open the presents sitting in front of me. A new leather coat, tools for the little shop area in the man cave that’s attached to the back of the garage at the new house, a CD player with every AC/DC CD ever produced, and a framed photo of the three of us taken in the park a couple of weeks back during an unusually mild day in early December. That picture alone could be the best gift I’ve ever received.