Page 288 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Not sure you’ll be the one to decide that,” he states. I bite the grin threatening, but I fail to hide the lower body squirm caused by his sensual threat. The thunder of footsteps has me and Jason scrabbling to hide the box and plug under the covers just in time. Roman bursts back through the door and leaps on the end of our bed.
“Mummy, Mummy, there’s more presents under the tree! Come see, come see. Wake up Madi!”
“Oh, I think you’ve done that already, buddy.” Will stumbles in to our room behind him. His low slung PJs and messy bedhead give the illusion of a good night sleep, when sleep was the very last thing on any of our minds. Despite the lack of sleep, it was a very good night.
Jason greets his brother with a jerk of his chin. “Hey.”
“Sleep well?” I tease.
“That’s funny. You want me to get Madi and keep Roman from starting with the presents? I’ll put some coffee on and get breakfast started if you like.”
“Ah, Will, you’re a Christmas angel,” I say.
“He’s no angel,” Jason adds. “But thanks, man. Give us a few minutes, and we’ll be right down.”
Will walks in and picks up Roman, slinging him onto his back. He leans down and chastely kisses my cheek. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
The Christmas dinner was impressive. Will and Jason did the lion’s share of the cooking; I made the sauces, bread, cranberry and a kick-ass gravy. We have a few presents left to unwrap. It’s surprisingly exhausting and time consuming unwrapping presents with little ones who want to play with each and every present they unwrap. We ended up having to call time and do the rest after dinner or we’d end up eating at midnight. Sitting by the fire with round stomachs and sleepy faces, I couldn’t be happier. Madi is down for the night, and Roman is tearing into something that I know he’s going to want to build straight away.
“Will, this is for you.” I hand Will his gift from us.
“I got my present last night, but thanks.” Will winks taking the present. Jason rolls his eyes.
“Jason, this one is for you, it’s not much, brother, it’s just…” He mutters and his face is the picture of nervousness. I peer over to see what Jason has in his hands.
“God, this picture! How old were we?” He laughs, and happy tears spring to his eyes. The black and white photo is of two boys that look like cherubs with their arms awkwardly wrapped across each other’s shoulders, cheeky grins plastered on their dirt-smeared faces.
“Same age as Roman, five. I made the frame myself.” Will beams when Jason stands and places the frame in pride of place in the centre of the mantle above the fire.
“Thanks, man.” Jason looks at me, and I can see he’s really touched. Will stands and they hug it out like burly men. I can’t help laughing at the sight. It’s not like they aren’t completely comfortable in a sexual situation, sliding against each other like liquid with me as the lubricant between them both, but give them a rock-solid emotion to deal with, and they become overly awkward.
The last presents have been unwrapped. Will has done an admirable job burning all the paper, and I’ve cleared all the debris that couldn’t go on the fire. We have full bellies, full hearts, and half-full glasses of brandy.
Jason is on the floor with Roman, trying to fix some part of the castle he’s constructing, but the part keeps popping loose.
“I’m gonna need something small and heavy to hold it down while the glue sets,” he mutters.
“Oh, oh, the pine cone is heavy…I’ll get it.” Roman leaps to his bare feet and scurries out of the living room and up the stairs. I think the alcohol and exhaustion has dulled my senses, because it didn’t even register until Roman is back in the room proudly holding my butt plug in his hand like a trophy.
“Oh, god, we are bad parents.” Groaning into the cushion. I can hear Will laughing his arse off and Jason chuckling.
“Not bad parents, it could be worse.” Jason’s effort to keep a straight face is laughable.
“How exactly?”
“Well, at least it’s not used.”
The End
