A Bradford Christmas Eve

Part II

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“I thought you were tired,” Reese said as the small woman, who demanded that he carry her to bed after they tucked the boys in, climbed onto his lap.

“I am,” Kasey assured him before adding, “but then I remembered something important.”

“And what’s that?” Reese asked as he placed his hands on her thighs, unable to help but notice just how goddamn adorable she looked in his boxers and Bradford Construction tee-shirt.

“You forgot to service me,” she said with a heartfelt and a sad shake of her head, making his lips twitch as he slid his hands over her thighs.

“Did I?” Reese murmured, enjoying the way that it felt to run his hands over her smooth, warm skin while he watched her.

“You did,” Kasey said, nodding solemnly only to follow that up by gesturing for him to get on with it.

“That’s unforgivable,” Reese said, running his hands over her hips as he sat up.

“It really is,” Kasey murmured in agreement as she wrapped her arms around him.

“How can I make it up to you?” Reese asked as he leaned in and brushed his lips teasingly against hers.

“I’m sure that I can think of a few things,” Kasey whispered against his lips as he slid his hands past her hips and over her-

“Here,” came the warm greeting as Mikey was unceremoniously dumped onto their bed with a small grunt, making them both go still seconds before Reese found himself dragged off the bed by the mean bastard that better have a damn good reason for barging in his room at eleven o’clock at night.

“I need a favor,” Trevor said as Reese found himself dragged into the hallway.

“And you couldn’t have just sent a text?” Reese demanded as he yanked his arm free.

“No,” Trevor said, reaching past him to close the bedroom door before gesturing for Reese to follow him. Knowing the annoying bastard wouldn’t leave him alone until he got what he came for, Reese followed him downstairs. As soon they reached the living room, Trevor said, “Where’s your leftover wrapping paper.”

“Why the hell are you asking me?” Reese demanded, unable to help but frown as he followed Trevor’s gaze and-

“Because you made the same deal with your wife that I did,” Trevor said, making Reese swallow hard as he took in the Christmas tree that should have been surrounded by Christmas presents.

“That was last year,” Reese said hollowly even as he told himself that he didn’t fuck up this badly.

“That’s every year,” Trevor said as Reese moved his ass, telling himself every step of the way that this wasn’t happening as he made his way to his office and headed straight for his closet. Less than a minute later, he was standing there, struggling not to panic as he took in all the presents that his wife picked out for the kids and-

“Where’s the wrapping paper?”

-realized just how badly he’d fucked up.

*-*-*-*

“What time is it?” Zoe mumbled sleepily when she felt the bed dip behind her, followed by a muffled groan.

“After six,” came the mumbled answer that had Zoe frowning as she turned over only to feel her lips twitch when she realized that he’d already passed out.

Deciding that this would be a good time to put the stockings out, Zoe reluctantly shoved the covers aside and forced herself to get up. After a quick detour to the bathroom, she grabbed the bags she’d filled with everything that she was going to need to fill their stockings from the closet and quietly headed downstairs.

After she double-checked that she had everything, Zoe made her way into the living room and took in all the presents placed under the tree and couldn’t help but wonder if she had any paper left in her printer. Probably not, she thought as she took in all the presents wrapped with white paper, duct tape, blue painter’s tape, and what appeared to be the newspapers from the recycling box, all awkwardly topped with the ribbons and bows leftover from last year.

His wrapping skills were definitely improving, Zoe thought with a satisfied sigh.

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