“Okay,” Drew nodded. “I get it. I’m sorry. We’ll do it after the holidays.”
“Good, now about that other thing.”
“What other thing?” Drew teased, dipping his tongue in my mouth. Somehow, we ended up swapping places and I was now the one seated on the desk. Drew thrust his hips right to my already revived nub and I moaned in his mouth. “Do you need to be fucked, Mrs. Kelley?” Drew asked, sucking hard on my neck.
“Hmmm, yes,” I moaned.
“Later, I’ve got work to do. Will you make us a cup of hot cocoa?” he asked, abruptly snapping the tight wire between us. What the fuck?
“What work? No, it’s Christmas. We’re playing, that’s it.”
“I want to call Carol’s social worker and see if we can’t get this little girl home with her grandma before Christmas. I want to call Nicole, she’s shopping today, right?” Drew asked.
“Um, yeah, I think so,” I said. What the hell just happened here?
“Good, I’ll have her do some shopping for Christmas Carol and we’ll wrap them and have them delivered to the jet.”
Yeah, I pretty much fell madly in love with Drew all over again. I loved the Christmas Carol remark and I’m glad I won this fight.
Thanks to Drew, May and Carol spent Christmas Eve with us at the barn. If ever the spirit of Jesus was felt, it was that night. Christmas Carol’s social worker gave up her own holiday festivities to get this little girl with someone who would love and take care of her. I even saw a smile on her little face while we all sat on cold metal chairs and watched my little men in their play.
Never in a million years did I think I would see Nicky standing in front of this many people, singing to the top of his lungs. He didn’t make eye contact, but he made sure everyone could hear him. Tadpole, of course, had to steal the show with his curtness.
Nicole tried to pull his wings up his arms while the preschool kids took the stage.
“No, me a eagle,” he insisted, putting them back. The crowd laughed and Nicole let him be an eagle.
Sitting beside my husband, hand-in-hand, I felt nothing but love. This town and these people truly were magical. Anyone else would call it coincidence. Ask Drew or me on any given day, and we would call it magic. I was positively sure that Drew and I would always reside in Center Station, New York, population, 3023. I loved the closeness of the town, how everyone knew everyone, and how even though you had your normal run of the mill town drunks, sluts, gossip, and back stabbing, not one of these people would turn their back on the other. Not one.
This was a miracle for my family. Nicholas had progressed so much in the short time that we’d been there, and I owed it all to John. He didn’t shy behind Drew or me when someone talked to him anymore. Sometimes, you had to remind him to look at people when he talked, but that was getting better by the day, too.
“You look extraordinarily happy tonight, Mrs. Kelley,” Drew teased.
I looked over my poinsettia punch cup and out to the crowd of Christmas cheer. This was what it was about. Tadpole shook his little butt with Nicole’s twin boys. I’m not quite sure what Solomon was trying to teach them, I just hoped it wasn’t twerking.
“I am extraordinarily happy tonight, Mr. Kelley,” I admitted, letting him wrap me in his arm.
Nicholas watched from a distance to the kids playing and dancing, but never joined them. I didn’t feel sad about it. He was happier over there with Dasher by his side. His hand rubbed under his neck and he smiled at his little brother sliding across the floor on his knees.
“Take your shoes off,” Drew ordered, sliding out of his.
“Drew, no. I’m not dancing again. I’ll kill you in your sleep. I mean it.”
Drew laughed and dropped to his knees to remove my heels. After dragging me to the slippery floor, he grabbed Tadpole and sat him on his butt, removed his shoes, and then went after Nicky. I smiled and covered my mouth. I fucking loved that man. Drew was the best daddy in the entire universe. I watched him remove Nicky’s shoes and drag him to the floor, too.
“Mrs. Kelley, can I interest you in a sock sliding contest with our boys,” he asked with a smile and a kiss to my lips, failing miserably at a British accent.
“Absolutely,” I proudly boasted, linking my elbow with his.
Drew walked us back to the stage and reached for a microphone. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Center Station’s first annual Christmas sock sliding contest. The way we play it at home is by distance. Whoever can slide the furthest wins and gets to be dragged back to the starting line.”
Drew counted to three and we ran. Stopping midway, our feet slid further on the shiny hardwood than our marble. I knew I was going to win because of the stocking. Pantyhose always guaranteed I was being dragged back to the starting line.
I quit after a few times, watching the entire Christmas Eve party sliding around in sock feet. Nicole was already talking about making it an annual tradition.
“We can even do like the funniest Christmas socks, or most original,” she said, planning ahead in her mind. I was sure that my husband just created a Kelley Christmas tradition that would go on for many years, all because he wanted our son to fit in. Drew had a heart of a lion when it came to his family. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for any of us.
May Pritchard thanked us over and over, and over, when we drove her to the private plane. I walked in on Drew talking to her before we left the party. My heart fluttered when I heard him tell her he would set up full scholarship and if there was anything she needed, clothes, shoes, braces, anything, that his wallet was always open. She cried. Turns out, May Pritchard had been alone since Carlie left her and her husband died of cancer. I think Carol was an angel for her as much as May was for Carol. Thanks to Drew and a wonderful social worker, May was granted temporary custody and Christmas Carol was going home. My cup runneth over.
I swear I woke to ringing bells. I raised up and looked to my sleeping wife and then to the clock.
“Morgan,” I whispered.
“Hmmm?” she mumbled, pushing my face away.
“Merry Christmas.”
“Go away,” she whined, rolling away from me.
“No. It’s Christmas. I want to be downstairs when the boys wake up. I want to see their faces.”
“Fine, go make coffee,” she groggily agreed. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door. Morgan shushed me, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t been this happy in a long time and I wanted to savor every second of it. I needed Morgan more than I cared to admit. Time was still needed, but at least I was getting it. I guess we had to go through what we did to get where we are. I hate to think where we would have been had we stayed in LA. Morgan could score anything she wanted off the streets there and I don’t know that she would have bounced back from it.
“That’s not coffee,” Morgan complained.
“I know, I forgot what I was doing. I’ll make coffee,” I offered.
“No, this is fine. I can’t believe we’re down here at seven o’clock in the morning. We might as well just do it.”
“Do what?”
“Get it in,” Morgan sang with some sort of silly dance move.
“Or we could YELL REAL LOUD!” I called toward the steps. The next thing I knew, I was wrestling my wife off me and to the floor. We spent the next twenty minutes getting it in on the cold tile.
I think Morgan was starting to doze when we heard both of them, running, not walking, to the family room. Tadpole jumped the step and screamed.
“Santa came!” he yelled with Nicky and Dasher right on his trail.
I spent the next two hours passing out presents. Morgan got me the normal wife buying gifts, socks, a new pair of gloves, a new wallet, and the best one of all, a genuine black polished sea glass necklace. One little tag hung to the side of it, reading…
Always remember how we got here.
I watched Drew wrap the black leather around his neck as I thought back to that day. Who would have thought a simple p
iece of tarnished glass would have made him so happy.
Our eyes smiled at each other while we both reflected on that day. One that I would never forget. Thinking about Drew coming for me that day, knowing I was with Dawson made me realize Drew had been fighting for me all along. I was just too blind to see it. I thought about that day, watching my sexy Santa entertain his prides, Nicky and Tadpole with presents.
“Did I find something?” he asked, holding up the sea glass.
I feigned ignorance and took it from his hand. “Yes. Do you have any idea what you just found?” I asked. Drew stood from the sand, curious as I held it to the sun.
“What is it?” he asked.
I handed it back. “Hold it to the sun and you will see that it’s not actually black at all.”
“It’s purple,” he realized. “Do you know what it’s from?”
“My guess is an old medicine bottle, at least a hundred years old.” I explained how they were made with iron slag. Because of no refrigeration back then, they made the bottles stronger and more resistant to shattering. The years of harsh conditions kept its contents from going bad.
“I found a rare piece?” he asked with a boyish grin and ten-year-old excitement.
“The rarest,” I assured him. “That piece may have even come all the way from Italy.”
“Wow. Really?” he asked, looking at his treasure through the sun again.
“Yup,” I assured him.
“I’m going to have a necklace made out of it.”
“Are we done hunting sea glass?” I asked. We had been there for almost three hours. I was hot and needed something to drink.
“Yeah, but I kind of wanted to climb that rock,” he said, pointing to the peak where the sea only let you cross at a certain time of the day.
“You’re joking,” I said, hoping that he was.
“No. Come on,” he urged, placing his new treasure safely in his pocket, pulling my hand.
“Drew, we can’t climb that rock. One of us is going to get hurt.”
“I’m a doctor,” he said, ignoring me.
I didn’t laugh. This was not just a little rock. This was a cliff. There was no way we were going to make it to the top without breaking our necks.
I complained the whole walk back, protesting his mission. He won.
Drew made me go first, and I slowly and carefully chose where to put my fingers and toes. This was ridiculous. This was the type of rock that you wore harnesses and had security ropes for when you fell. We were going to fall. There was no doubt in my mind. Maybe that was the plan. If I fell to my death rock climbing with my husband, he would inherit all of my fortunes. I remembered panicking, wondering if I was climbing my way to my death.
“Morgan?” Drew said, grunting from behind me and pulling himself higher up the sea cliff.
“What,” I answered, pulling myself up the complex elevation.
“Thank you for this. This has been the best couple of days of my life.”
Okay, maybe he wasn’t planning on murdering me. I smiled as I continued against my will to make my way to the top.
We finally made it, and my seldom-used muscles quivered. Rock climbing was hard work. I couldn’t believe it when we finally sat on the edge of the cliff. We were high, really high. Our feet dangled over the dangerous edge and it was absolutely breathtaking.
“How are we getting down?” Drew asked with a laugh.
“We’re not going down,” I assured him. “We’re going up.” There was no way I was climbing back down.
He laughed. “Take your shorts off so I can fuck you up here.”
My first thought should have been no way, but it wasn’t. I looked around. There was absolutely no way anyone could see us up there, except maybe a sailboat in the distance, if they had binoculars.
“Drew?” I said in a question.
“What?” he mimicked my tone. “I will do all the work. You just get naked and lay back.”
“You’re serious?” I asked.
He unbuttoned his jeans and removed his half-staff cock. “Take your shorts off, Morgan,” he demanded, stroking himself and letting me know that he was more than serious.
Of course, I did just that. What the hell else was I supposed to do? I slid out of my shorts, hooking my panties with them and laid back. Drew stroked himself up my wet pussy a couple of times before sliding into me.
Fuck…
The sound of the waves below us, the sea salt breeze, and the heat from the sun while Drew made love to me on top of the world was something that I’m sure I’ll never experience again for the rest of my life. Drew took his time and made slow, passionate love to me. He brought me to bliss not once, but twice before he plunged deep into me, releasing himself.
He stayed inside of me for as long as I could stand the rock digging into my lower back.
“I love you, Morgan,” he said, staring down at me.
“I love you, too, Drew.”
“Here, stop daydreaming and open this,” Drew ordered, pulling me from that sunny day back to reality. Nicholas didn’t care about anything under the tree. He had the Tower Bridge from London and he just wanted to go upstairs and put it with his train town. Tadpole couldn’t care less about anything other than the cheap Styrofoam sword. I took the little red box and smiled when Drew kissed my lips, dipping is tongue in for a special kiss for at least ten seconds.
I knew she would like it, but I didn’t think she would cry. Morgan picked at the sparkling red paper with her pink panted nails. I wanted to grab it and rip it off. She picked up the shattered heart and studied it. The heart had been broken into tiny little pieces and you could see small crevices where it had been glued back together.
She flipped it over and read the inscription.
“I’m an imperfect man, and I have made my wife an imperfect woman. We’re just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other. She will forever be my always.”
Morgan was in my arms in a split second. “This means so much, Drew. You don’t even know.”
“Dad, can I go now?” Nicky asked, holding up the only thing that mattered.
“Yes, go,” Morgan answered. “We’ll just open presents for the next week,” she sarcastically replied to his backside already hightailing it out of there. Tadpole sat on the floor and played with his SpongeBob racecar set and Morgan and I watched, happy and in love. His funny chatter could make the devil smile.
“Look, it’s snowing!” I called, seeing the heavy white flakes flow to the ground.
Morgan had the whole day planned for us, but by two in the afternoon, it was shot to hell. The ground was covered and Nicole and Stacy wanted to go play. We spent the afternoon sliding down a hill on inner tubes. That may have been in the top ten best days of my life.
Nicholas and Tadpole loved sled riding as much as I did. We let go of everything we had built up and had fun. Who would have thought sliding down a hill with my wife and boys piled on my lap would have been so much therapy.
This laughter right here was what it was all about. Christmas magic. An Underestimated Christmas.
May this year be your Underestimated Christmas and may you have the magic you deserve.
From the Kelley’s.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
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