A/N: Fluff and smut and family goodness. I know I haven't written much for this story lately but I feel like the following has gone down and I haven't had the same motivation, so if you're still interested and reading, please review and let me know. As always, I do not own any of the content or characters of CM.
"Mm, this is nice," I hummed, curling further into the back of the couch. Andrew and I were cuddled on the couch, my legs across his lap, a blanket spread over the both of us. It was a rare, quiet night in, a fire crackling in the hearth and snow falling steadily outside the picture window. The lights on the Christmas tree were lit and holiday jazz music played softly over the speakers.
"Uh huh," Andrew agreed distractedly.
Watching his brow furrow in thought, I chuckled lightly. Settling my glass of wine down on the sofa table, I traced a hand along his cheek, pulling his attention back to the present. "What's on your mind?"
"Keely," Andrew sighed. "Are you sure we should've let her go with Ethan for the weekend?"
"She's not just with Ethan, babe. She's going to be with his whole extended family, not to mention Lana and Steve. It'll be fine," I assured with a smile.
"I know it's just, sometimes I have a hard time accepting the fact she's old enough to spend the holidays with her boyfriend."
"It's only a three-day trip, she'll be home by Christmas Eve and then we'll celebrate the holiday together. Just the four of us."
"Just the four of us, that sounds nice," Andrew smiled, his mood seeming to shift.
"And Stella's finally old enough for it to be more fun and interesting," I added, smiling at the same time as one of Andrew's hands slid from it's place on my thigh to skim the bare skin between the waistband of my pants and camisole. His fingertips sent little flares of electricity through my body, ending deep in my core. His other hand began tracing patterns through the silk fabric of my sleep pants, fingers slowly working their way inward, leaving me shivering in anticipation as he got closer and closer to my center before stopping.
One look at his face and I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. "Tease," I muttered with a glare. Taking actions into my own hands, I shifted on the couch, moving to straddle his lap and crashing our lips together in a breathless kiss.
"What happened to just wanting to cuddle?" Andrew asked with a smirk when we parted for air.
"You and I both know it's never just cuddling," I murmured against the skin of his neck, tracing kisses upwards until I reached his ear, then nipping at the lobe. Andrew's hands found their way under my top, palming my breasts and pinching pebbled nipples between his fingers. "Feels so good," I moaned, arching into his touch and grinding my hips down against where he was hard and ready, making him moan as well.
"Bedroom?" Andrew breathes out between kisses. I nod, unable to help the soft whine that escapes when he pauses his ministrations on my breasts, slipping his hands from my top and lifting me off his lap.
We make quick work of our clothes as soon as we're in our room and tonight I take charge, riding him fast and hard. The angle is perfect, has him hitting just the right spot, and my legs are burning but I'm so close, just need a little more. "Please, Andrew, I need…" I start, trailing off on a gasp as he thrusts up inside. His hands are on my breasts again, squeezing and rolling my nipples and it feels so good that I don't want to ask him to stop but I need something on my clit.
"Touch yourself, Em," he instructs as if reading my mind. Lifting one hand from it's place on his chest, I do just that, head falling back in pleasure as my fingers start to circle against my throbbing core and oh, that's perfect. "That's it, you're so beautiful, Em. Are you going to come?"
"Uh huh… oh fu… Drew," is all I can manage in reply before lights are exploding behind my eyes. Andrew drops his hands to my hips, thrusting one, two, three more times before following behind me. Collapsing on top of him, boneless and sated, I sigh happily as Andrew dots a kiss atop my head. "Love you," I mumble, feeling myself drift off to sleep.
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I awoke to Stella's voice crying out for daddy. Turning my head, I saw Andrew already awake, pulling back the covers and moving to climb out of bed. Luckily, my sleep addled brain was able to process his clothing, or lack thereof, before he left the room.
"Andrew!" I hissed, making him turn back around. He looked at me in confusion until I nodded my head towards his uncovered lower half.
"Oh, right," he said, frantically looking around for his boxers as another cry came from upstairs. Giving up, he quickly reached into his dresser for a pair of pajama pants and tugged them on before making his way out the door.
Stella slept through the night majority of the time but when she didn't, there was a 50/50 chance of her ending up in bed with us. With those odds, I climbed out of bed as well, finding a night gown to slip on before peaking out the door. Andrew was in the kitchen with Stella in his arms, warming up some milk for her. Andrew tightened the lid on a sippy cup and made his way through the living room towards me.
Stella smiled around the mouth of her cup when she spotted me. "Mama," she mumbled sleepily as she reached out her arms.
"Hi, baby," I smiled, kissing her brow as I took her from Andrew.
"Mama sing please," Stella murmured as we settled into bed. Complying, I hummed the tune to Blackbird as Stella finished off her milk, then slid her down between Andrew and myself. She curled her fingers into my nightgown and Andrew wrapped his arms around the both of us as we all drifted back to sleep.
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The next time I awoke, it was chatter from Andrew and Stella in the living room. I crawled out of bed and donned my robe, making my way out into the living room to find Andrew and Stella on the couch reading Brown Bear, Brown Bear. Stella was reading the story solely from memory, her pronunciation having improved so much in recent months.
"Geen fog, geen fog what a you see? Puple cat, puple cat what a you see? Back sheep, back sheep what a you see?" Stella must've noticed me lingering because she stopped reading. "Mama!" She exclaimed.
"Good morning, my little star," I grinned, making my way over to sit next to them. "Are you going keep reading?"
Stella nodded and continued the last few pages. "I see chichen lookin a me," she finally finished.
"I see children looking at me," I repeated, nodding my head as Stella looked up at me. "Good job, baby girl. Mama's so proud of you!" I said, clapping along with Andrew. Stella smiled and clapped as well.
"What do you say Stella, now that mommy is awake should we make some breakfast?" Andrew asked a minute later.
"Mmm," Stella hummed with a mischievous grin. "Pancakes."
"Pancakes, huh? Are you going to help?" Andrew asked, tickling her sides as he lifted her up and walked them towards the kitchen.
"Mix, mix, mix," I heard Stella respond as I sunk back in the couch.
The day was filled with joy and laughter as Andrew and I enjoyed some one-on-one time with our little girl. And in the days that followed, when Keely got home, we soaked up holiday celebrations as a family of four, decorating cookies and gingerbread houses and drinking hot chocolate while watching Disney's newest version of The Grinch for the thousandth time.