His Holiday Gift (6 page)

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Authors: Jordan Silver

Epilogue

 

That was our first Xmas together, and in the year since then, life has been unbelievably good, it was as if the miracle just kept growing.

After the best Xmas dinner I can remember having, that night we all sat around reminiscing about those summers we’d spent at the chalet.

And later, as the house slept, I made slow sweet love to her. After watching her all day and having to behave myself because of our company and also because her body needed a little healing time, I was starved for her.

“I’m going to take such good care of you baby.” I rocked in and out of her as I held her head in my hands and looked down at her.

“I love you so much Christina, and I’m so glad I found you.”

“Not as glad as I am.” She pulled my head down to hers and we kissed.

I like the way she moves under me, like she’s in tune with my every move. Her hands roamed over my back, down to my ass, as she lifted into my strokes.

“Can you take all of me?” Our words were hushed and so much more intimate, because we were trying to keep what we were doing secret from the rest of the house.

“I can try.” With what amounted to a go ahead, I eased in and out, taking little short jabs into her until her juices started flowing freely, making it easier to go in and out of her.

“Hold onto me.”

She dug her nails into my back and I lifted her ass in my hands so I could fuck deep. When I hit bottom I held still until she relaxed; then showed her how much I wanted and needed her.

The next day as promised, mom rallied the troops and they were off again. I felt bad wanting them gone, but not bad enough to ask them to stay. I did want to be alone with her. I wanted more time to bond, just her and I, because at the end of the day, that’s who it’s always been, the two of us.

“Julian, what are you doing sitting here all by your lonesome?” She walked into the room in one of my robes that swallowed her tiny frame instead of one of the hundreds I’d bought her.

Her hair was wild from her nap, her face sleep soft, and still she was the most beautiful girl in the world. “Did you have enough sleep baby?”

She was tired a lot these days. One of the reasons for that was lying on my chest, his four- month old mouth drooling down the front of my cashmere sweater, and the other was his brother or sister that was now growing inside her womb.

As far as we can tell, I’d knocked her up the first time I ever laid hands on her, and then again as soon as the doctor lifted the moratorium after she’d healed from giving birth.

In the last year I’ve tried to make up for the eleven years that she’d been in living hell. There wasn’t anything she wanted, whether material or otherwise, that I didn’t get for her.

“I missed my guys.” She sat next to us on the couch in front of the fire and put her head on my shoulder while my arm went around her.

“We missed you too little momma.” It was hard to believe she’d given birth to the bruiser on my chest. Eight pounds seven ounces. You can imagine what I put the poor doctor through in the delivery room. Each time she screamed, I threatened.

Now she was all back together like new and I found her even more amazing for all that. Regardless of what my family said or how they laughed at me, I did not think my wife was the first woman to give birth, but I know she’s my all time heroine for bringing my son into the world, not to mention the fact that she let me do that shit to her again.

There were no more shadows in her eyes, no more sadness, well hardly any anyway. There were some things I couldn’t give back to her, like her parents. But I share mine with her willingly and they’ve gone above and beyond to make my girl feel welcomed. She’s never been treated like anything less than a daughter and sister, and for that I am grateful.

“The others not back yet?” I smiled as I thought of my family down the mountain, making the little town rich. With the way mom shops for the holidays, I was sure they would make the next year’s overhead easy.

“Nope, now you see why I wouldn’t let you go with them?”

“Sure, you just don’t like me being out of your sight that’s all.”

She was right about that. In the past year I’d rearranged my whole life. In the first few months after we’d been married, I’d made it my mission to learn all there was to know about her, and one of the first things I learned was that she was afraid of abandonment.

That led to me moving my office home and restructuring my days so that we could spend as much time together as possible, until she felt safe.

It was nice having my family around, but I noticed that even with them there, she always sought me out. We were each other’s anchor and I went out of my way to make sure she knew it wasn’t all one-sided, that I needed her just as much as she needed me.

She wasn’t fussy about most things, so I was the one who kept on op of it and made sure she got everything her little heart desired. I’d used mom and my sisters to learn of any little thing she might want or need.

I’m sure there was a time there when she thought I was a mind reader, the way I always showed up with something she’d been wanting, or eyeing in a shop window.

We’d decided to make holidays at the chalet a family tradition. We’d also been back here this summer as well, just like old times.

Right now the others were out hunting down last minute gifts, most of which were for the little prince. As the first baby in the family he has been spoiled rotten.

We’d gone out yesterday and cut down a tree, which we all decorated last night with much revelry and fanfare, since it was Junior’s first Xmas and his aunts and uncles were recording every second for posterity. The kid had more pictures and hours of video than a supermodel.

Now the three of us were sitting here waiting for the madness to continue as soon as they trooped back through the door.

“Are you happy baby?” With the crooning sounds of Dean, Frank and Bing in the background, the flames in the fireplace dancing, and outside the window, the world looked like a Currier and Ives postcard, I knew I had it all. I just needed to know that she was there with me.

“You know I am, that and more; thank you.”

“No thank you baby.” I kissed her head then his and held my perfect gifts just a little bit closer.

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THE END

 

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