“You said you got bored.” I kissed her again and then slowly worked my lips down to her chin.
She leaned her head back giving me a better angle to kiss her neck. “I can think of something else we can do on an icy day like today.”
“Lock the bedroom door.” It wasn’t a request from Miranda, it was a demand.
I made my way across the bedroom, noticing the twins were too busy with each other to even remotely know what was about to happen. I didn’t have time to think about them watching us, because as I got to the bedroom door, someone was knocking on the front door of our house. Being that it was still sleeting and snowing, I couldn’t imagine it being anyone other than our family that was staying at my parent’s house.
I looked back at Miranda and held up my hands. “If it ain’t one thing, it’s another. Hold that thought, Baby. In fact, why don’t you get that little red Mrs. Claus outfit on for Mr. Claus to take off.” I threw her a wink and walked out of the room.
When I got to the door I didn’t know what to do. Rick, Amy’s abusive and drunk husband was standing there, blowing his heated breath into his hands. Since the door was glass, he’d already seen me approaching it. I opened the door, but didn’t offer for him to come in.
“Rick, I don’t want any trouble. My family is here visiting and it’s Christmas.”
He held his hands up like he was surrendering. “I just came for Amy. I know she’s here. I saw her car out by the road.”
To everyone in town, Rick was just a drunk. He’d never been a violent person at all. I didn’t believe he was going to get physical with anyone, well, not unless he knew where Amy was, at that very moment. It occurred to me that I needed to make sure Rick went nowhere near Conner; in fact he didn’t even need to know Conner even existed.
“She’s in the back bedroom resting. Wait here and I will get her.” I left him standing outside while I walked back to tell Miranda what was going on first. The man didn’t smell of alcohol and he seemed calm enough to not put up a fuss, but who really knew.
When I got to my bedroom and found my wife, laying across our bed, in nothing but a skimpy Mrs. Claus outfit, I almost forgot all about Rick. She looked so smoking hot; I wanted to pounce right on that shit. “Oh, Baby.” I licked my lips. “You don’t know how hard this is for me. God, I feel like I am going to kick myself in the face for this. Look, don’t be alarmed, Rick is here for Amy.”
She stood up before I could say anymore and started walking toward the bedroom door. “MIRANDA!”
She froze and looked down at her body. I threw her a t-shirt and a pair of my sweats off the bed. “Put this on.” While she pulled the clothes over top of her cute little number, I explained. “I don’t think Amy ever told him about Conner.”
She shook her head. “He doesn’t know. When he first moved in she said he was very jealous and if she told him that my single brother was living with us she would never be allowed over again.”
“Here’s the plan then. You go in Conner’s room and get Amy. I don’t care what you have to do, but do not let your brother come out of that room.”
We started walking out of the room. “He’s going to want to kill Rick, you know that.”
I patted her on the ass. “Then you should take him down like you did when we were kids.”
She was already walking away from me. “He’s a little bigger than when we were kids.”
“Do your best, Baby.”
I walked toward the front door again, not wanting Rick to hear Conner when he got wind of who was at the door. I could hear commotion coming from the bedroom and I held my finger up to Rick to let him know it would be another minute and I walked back toward Conner’s room. Sure enough, he was fighting Miranda tooth and nail to get to Rick. Amy had him by one arm, while Miranda was blocking the door with her body.
“He needs to know what it’s like to have a fist thrown at his face.” Conner’s face was scrunched up and his eyebrows were creased.
I pushed my way past Miranda and stood in front of Conner. “Amy, I don’t care if you stay here for Christmas, hell, I don’t even care if there is something really happening between you and Conner, but right now your husband is at our door and he ain’t going to leave until you talk to him. Now, I will stand beside you the whole time if that’s what you want, but if you want to remain friends with Conner, or whatever else you are to each other, then I suggest he stays put in this room and keeps his mouth shut.” I looked Conner right in the eye when I said that last part.