Hey Guys! I wish that I had gotten this out to you sooner, but I did not. This means, that I plan to give you 2 Chapter tomorrow and finish this baby up.
Remember I own nothing and I have no beta for this, so just enjoy as much as you can considering my comma usuage is shit.
~Christmas 2011~
"Drew, can you grab that bag of bows for Moma?" I point toward the bag of sparkles. I know this is a tricky question. On the one hand, it would be wonderful if he would hand me the bag, and I wouldn't have to get up.
On the other hand...the much more likely hand, he will probably want to play with them instead. I mean, he is only four and that is an awfully tempting bag.
I watch as he goes over, picks it up, smiles, and then takes off running. Laughing even though I know I should be reprimanding him, I give chase. I don't get to enjoy him as much as I want to with the craziness of the store.
As I hear his feet hit the bare hardwood of the living room, Mason's laugh resonates through the hall, and Drew's giggles follow soon thereafter. Mason scoops him up into his arms, and then proceeds to attack his rib cage with tickles.
"Hey, the door was open, so I just came on in," he says between fits of laughter.
As always, he was breathtaking. Watching him hold Drew so tenderly always makes my ovaries spasm.
"Yeah, I'm having a problem with the lock. The super is supposed to get it fixed." I pick the bows off of Drew's shirt. He has stuck them everywhere. That's the first thing you learn when it comes to kids. You aren't quite sure how they accomplish some things...but they do, and they do it quickly.
"You know how long that can take. I'll fix it when we get back from the nursing home." Mason starts to put Drew's coat on him and I gather his bag.
The boys' group does a Christmas program at the nursing home every year. They sing carols to the residents and give them little gifts. Drew has only been with the group a few months, so this is his first time, but he is so excited.
"You don't have to do that, Mason."
"No, really, it's fine." After Mason and I get Drew bundled up and ready to go, I walk them to the door, with Drew gathered into Mason's arms.
"Have a good time baby." I lean in and kiss Drew on the head. When I start to pull back, I realize how close Mason and I are to each other. My lips part and my breaths grow heavy with anticipation. I notice Mason's tongue dart out to wet his lips, and the air sizzles with the electricity.
"Moma, we gots to go!" A little hand smacks my face.
The moment is broken and a little part of me is relieved. The bigger part is disappointed.
When Drew first started going to activities with the boys, I tagged along. Mr. Little Independent quickly let me know after the third time, that girls weren't allowed. I spent the next few weeks scared to death and counting down the minutes until he returned. As I have gotten to know Mason, Carlisle and the other 'fathers,' I've come to appreciate the moments of peace.
I finish wrapping the gifts that I have laid out on the bed, and I'm placing them back under the tree when I hear Mason and Drew come in.
Turning to watch as Mason struggles to get in the door, I open it wide and take a bag from Mason's hand.
"Hey," Mason whispers as he packs an unconscious Drew on his shoulder.
I just smile at the beautiful sight, and then I motion for Mason to follow me. We double-team Drew as Mason works on his socks and shoes, and I take off his coat and jeans. His t-shirt is soft enough that he can sleep in it with no problem.
As we get Drew tucked in, I go to the kitchen to make Mason a cup of coffee.
I pack it out to the living room and hand it off to Mason, then take a couple bites from Santa's cookies that I brought back from the kitchen with me earlier.
"I remember how magical it seemed to find these cookies gone on Christmas morning," Mason smiles as he takes a few drinks of the milk.
I smile and think back to so many Christmas morning memories just like that one.
"My mom and dad used to put boots on the floor and sprinkle powdered sugar around them so it looked like Santa's feet prints between the fireplace and the tree," I smile at the memory and silently thank God for giving me such wonderful parents.
Putting down his now empty coffee mug, Mason pulls out a plastic bag from his coat pocket.
"Drew and I stopped off at Newton's and picked up a new knob. I hope you have a screwdriver?"
"Of course I do. What kind of Mom would I be if I didn't?" I chuckle and leave Mason kneeling on the floor with my door open.
As I dig through the utility cabinet that hangs above the washer and dryer, I finally pull out the small pink bag with all pink tools. It was a house warming gift from Mom and Dad when we moved in here.
Walking back to the living room, I notice that Mason has taken off his coat and his over shirt. I dismiss the momentary desire to see what else I could uncover.
Pulling out the Phillips screwdriver, I hand it to Mason. As he turns his head toward me and reaches up for it, a huge smile spreads across his face and his eyebrows lift.
"How very...girly, of you."
I laugh.
"Yeah, yeah. It gets the job done, right?"
He laughs and gets back to work. I spend the next few minutes filling Drew's stocking and placing his new bicycle under the tree.
A part of my heart hurts, as it has every year, knowing that Drew doesn't get to have the Christmas morning that you see in old movies. I wish I could give that to him. I wish that Alec had been a different kind of person.
"All done." Mason makes a swinging motion with the door, and he locks and unlocks it a few times.
"It should be fixed now, but if it isn't, let me know."
Smiling at him so that he knows I appreciate his hard work, I walk over to the door and open it. Twisting the handle a few times, I close the door back.
When I turn around, Mason is a lot closer to me than I realized. Our gazes immediately lock and it feels like there is a string connecting the two of us, pulling us both together.
Mason's hand reaches out and brushes my fingertips before he wraps them around my wrist. My breathing accelerates and before I can help myself, I lean into his body. His hand travels up my arm and settles on my neck.
As his head lowers toward mine, I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. The soft, yet firm feel of Mason's lips on mine sends my heart into over drive and soon enough, I'm pressing into him like a shameless whore.
A soft moan escapes my chest and Mason lifts my legs, wrapping them around his waist while he pushes my body into the door. I can't help but tug at his hair with my fingers as he makes his way down, licking at my neck.
It's only moments before I feel us moving toward my bedroom, and when my back feels the soft mattress beneath me, I immediately thrust my pelvis up against his.
"God, Bella," he grits out.
My fingers reach out for his shirt, and I find myself balling the soft fabric up in the back. Helping me in my quest, Mason pulls the shirt over his chest and I nearly faint at the sight of the hard lines and soft planes beneath it. We continue kissing and I feel Mason's hands slip under the soft band of my own shirt. I want him to take it off so badly, I nearly scream the words at him. I manage to maintain my composure until the shirt is gone, but I can't wait for the bra.
I jerk it off myself.
"So beautiful," Mason murmurs under his breath before taking my nipple into his mouth.
As my pants and panties find their way down my legs, I start to scratch at Mason's zipper, begging for what is inside.
When we both finally find ourselves naked, Mason brushes my hair away and smiles down at me.
Taking my bottom lip gently into his mouth, I can feel Mason's hand gently guide himself inside me and the sensation is overwhelming. It's been nearly 3 years since I've been with a man and that was only once.
As he gently rocks against me, I can't help but thread my fingers threw his hair. All the moments of stolen glances and secret fantasies come to light and I grasp to them for dear life.
Mason's hand slowly comes down between our slick bodies and strokes at my clit, punctuated by rhythmic pinches. I recognize the signs of my orgasm and a part of me doesn't want it to be over. However, the other part, the one that is a brazen whore, thrusts my pelvis up to meet his, stroke for stroke, lick for lick.
"Baby, I'm not going hold on much longer..." Gritting his teeth, Edward's thrusts become more erratic and I slid my hand down from his shoulder to grip both his cheeks in my hands. I begin to grind against him and together we both fall over the edge, breathless and completely sated.
Blissed out and too exhausted to move, I curl up against Edward and he holds me close to his chest, kissing my neck.
I drift off to sleep and think about how this is the best Christmas I've had in a long time.
"Mommy!"
The bedroom door slings open and Andrew jumps on the bed.
I immediately grab for the sheet, and I pull it up against my naked body. Quickly glancing beside me, I realize that the bed is cold and Mason is no where to be found. My lady parts are sad for this fact, but the Mommy part of me is glad.
"Santa came! Santa came!" Drew bounces off the bed and takes off running back into the living room.
The guilt is automatically overwhelming. I've never gone back on my promise to myself that Andrew came first. Until today.
Quickly jumping from under the covers and wrapping myself in my robe, I head toward the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. As I make my way through, I realize that Mason had turned the tree on and set the coffee pot. These little touches are sweet, but it's the sight of the powdered sugar footprints that nearly undoes my resolve.
Carlisle invited the group over to his house for Christmas dinner tonight, and while most of the families have prior arrangements, Andrew and I will be going. Hopefully, I can talk to Mason then. I have so many things I want to say to him.
Dinner is delicious. I expect nothing less from Esme Cullen. A former party planner, she knows all there is to know about how to throw a bash. I haven't seen Mason or Andrew very much during the entire celebration. Andrew attacked him as soon as we walked in the door, and he has been attached to his hip ever since.
As the party finally starts to dwindle, I get my first chance to come face to face with Mason.
"Hey, how are you?" I ask with my voice full of excitement. I have thought about last night all day, and I have so much I want to tell him. I mean, I realize that it will be a challenge, and that we must make sure to take Andrew into careful consideration. With any other guy, I wouldn't even consider it, but with Mason, it's like all my dreams are coming true.
"Fine. You?" Mason barely looks at me, instead concerning himself with cleaning Andrew's face from the chocolate dessert he just ate.
"I'm great. It was a lovely party, make sure to tell your Mom, will you?" I start to reach toward Mason's arm, but he immediately withdrawals
"Hey Drew. I know that Dad has a special present under the tree, just for you. Why don't you run in there and find it. Your mom and I will be right in, okay?"
Mason barely has the words out of his mouth before Andrew is running toward the sitting room, full speed.
Turning back to me, I already see the words in Mason's eyes. Disappoint floods my veins and I struggle to contain the tears that burn just below the surface.
"Bella, look..."
"It's okay, Mason. I get it." The last thing I want it to ruin a relationship that my son has grown so dependent on. I should have thought of that before last night.
"Bella, it's just that..."
"It's okay, Mason. Really." I smile and turn toward the living room before my smile falls.
"Are you sure?" He seems genuine and I can't be mad at him. Just because I read more into the situation than he did isn't his fault.
As I head toward the room where I can hear my son's laughs and chatter, I'm happy that I didn't pour out my heart to Mason. That is the last thing I need this Christmas.
Hope you liked it. I'm off to bed, Santa is coming to my house tonight, what about you?