A Package for Mrs. Claus

Summary: Year after year I watched as he brought a magical sort of joy and light to people at Christmas time. Little did I know that this year we were in store for some Christmas magic of our very own.

I placed the mug of cocoa down in front of him. "There, that should do it." It was the finishing touch on what had been an extravagant and extremely rich meal. But he needed all of it to protect him from the night's cold.

"Thank you, my darling." He grinned at me, his cheeks rosy and full of life. Picking up the mug, he brought it to his nose, inhaling the sweet, chocolate aroma before taking a small sip. He then downed it in a few big gulps before setting it back on the table. Wiping his lips with the napkin I'd set beside his plate, he let out a loud, content sigh. "You surely make the best cocoa on this planet."

My cheeks heated at his compliment. We'd been married for over two-hundred years, and he still made me feel giddy like a schoolgirl.

"Oh, look at that beautiful blush." Standing from his seat, he slipped a couple of fingers underneath my chin. Tilting my face toward his, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you or your amazing cooking, sweet girl."

"Keep the compliments coming and you'll hopefully never have to find out!"

A booming laugh—one that he only acquired this time of year—flew from his lips. "I'll remember that. Oh! Here we go," he said, as there was a rumble from his belly.

I watched as magically, my husband transformed. Gone was the six-foot-three, hundred-seventy-eight pound man with copper hair and emerald green eyes. In his place now stood a man—yet still my husband—that tipped the scales at two-fifty, with a full, bushy white beard and mustache. His cheeks were rosy red, and his smile was warm, but with a bit of mischief. And just like every year, I couldn't stop the giggle that slipped past my lips.

It was always amazing to watch the transformation from GQ model to Santa Claus.

He rested a hand on his belly as he laughed loudly. "Oh, will there ever be a time that you don't laugh at me on Christmas Eve?"

I tried to rein in my giggles, but it was proving difficult. "Oh, I highly doubt it, Santa. It's just so…" I paused, thinking my words over for a moment. "I suppose it brings me back to when I was a child and I wasn't sure if I believed anymore, but my father convinced me Santa was real. He'd told me that even if you never saw him, he was always in your heart. And then I met you all those eons ago, and we fell in love. And once we were married, you told me the truth, that you weren't just a farmer. That you were Santa!"

He brushed a lock of hair from my eyes. "And you thought I was simply mad, didn't you?"

Giving a breathy sigh, I leaned into his touch. "I thought you were absolutely certifiable. I mean, Santa? It wasn't possible. But boy, did you prove me wrong."

"I love you, Isabella." His whiskers scratched my face as he leaned in to kiss me. "The sleigh is ready, and the children are expecting me. I'll be back by morning."

"Be safe, Edward," I whispered against his lips.

And with that, he disappeared from my sight.

My cellphone let out a shrill ring, startling me from the pages of my book. I picked it up off of the table, smiling as I saw the face of Edward's sister, Alice, there.

Edward and I spent most of our time in the mountains of Oregon with his family. It was only during the month of December that we lived in the North Pole.

The elves we employed worked ridiculously fast throughout the month in order to have everything ready for Christmas Eve. But once that was achieved, they all had families and lives they needed to get back to. It made Christmas Eve quite a lonely night for me. So, I was increasingly thankful for the call from Alice this evening to keep me company in the silence of our winter wonderland.

"Alice! It's so good to hear from you."

"Did you get the package I sent you?" was her immediate reply.

"As if we don't have millions of packages around here during December, Alice!"

"Stop avoiding the question, Isabella."

"Oh, Alice! Every year you send something racy for me to seduce your brother with! I already know what it'll be, something tiny and ridiculously see through."

"Go get it and open it up. I think you'll get a kick out of this time."

"Fine." I huffed as I searched the room for the box addressed to me. I sat down before pulling the package onto my lap and tore it open. I pulled the lingerie, staring at it in shock. "Alice!" I shrieked.

Her cackling laugh echoed through the room. "You know he's going to love it."

"Seriously? You want me to dress up as a slutty Mrs. Claus? I already am Mrs. Claus!"

"It's a special night, Bella. Just trust me and wear it. I'd never steer you wrong."

"This is ridiculous." I muttered to myself as I dragged the razor along my legs. "A slutty Mrs. Claus outfit. Is this what people really think of me? Ugh!"

I quickly rinsed myself off before climbing out of the shower. "How many sexy Santas do you see out there? Oh, no, it's just me they make out to be a tramp!" I continued venting to myself as I toweled off. "This is going to be ridiculous. He's going to take one look at me and laugh his head off."

As I heard the jingle from the bells on his sleigh, I sighed. I hurried to slip the sheer red silk that was lined with white faux fur over my head. I stood at the mirror in our bedroom, taking in my form. For as much as I had grumbled about this outfit, now that I had it on, I could admit there may have been a certain appeal to it. It slimmed out my waist, and honestly, it made my breasts look amazing. Maybe Alice was right.

I rushed to the front door to meet him and welcome him home after his long, treacherous night.

I posed myself against the wall as the door swung open. A burst of cold air and snow swirled through the front room, his silhouette demanding my attention.

His clothes now hung loosely on him, as all of his Christmas magic had faded away once his tasks were completed. He brushed the icy flakes from his now copper strands and stomped his boots on the entryway carpet before looking up. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me before him.

His voice was husky as he spoke. "Well, well, well, it looks as if someone is trying to get themselves onto the naughty list next year."

He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him. I bit my lip as his hands found their place on my waist before squeezing me there. "You look simply divine and good enough to eat, darling."

"Hadn't you eaten your fill earlier?"

"Of food, yes. Of you?" He pressed a kiss to my neck before sucking on my pulse point. "I can never get enough of you, Mrs. Claus."

I moaned softly at the feel of his lips and slipped my hands inside of his thick red coat, letting my fingers roam the planes of his chest before drifting along his defined abs. "I haven't properly welcomed you home, husband." My fingers slid to the waist of his pants, dipping inside just enough to tease him. The stutter of his breath was enough to spur me on. "It must have been a very long and hard night. Let me help you relax."

"I'll show you long and hard." He growled as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to our bedroom.

I yelped loudly in surprise as he tossed me down onto the bed. Edward wasted no time shedding his clothes and crawled up the bed, hovering above me. He captured my lips with his, slowly deepening the kiss as it went along. He pulled back after a few moments, pressing his forehead against mine. "How is it we're only ever apart for a few hours every year, but all I do is miss you when I'm gone? All I can think about on my way back home is how badly I want you and how I need to be buried inside your warmth."

I threaded my fingers through his hair, my fingers softly massaging his scalp. "I need you, Edward, badly."

"Think Alice will mind if I rip this off you?"

"I really couldn't care less if she did. I just need you to get me naked, and now."

"Your wish is my command." He gripped my lingerie in his hands, pulling and ripping it open to reveal my body to him. "It's as if every time I see you naked, it's better than the last."

He leaned in, wrapping his lips around a nipple, his moan sending a delicious vibration throughout my body. "I need to be inside you," he whispered against my flesh. "Are you ready for me?"

My knees dropped open onto either side of him. "So ready."

Reaching down, he gripped himself in his fist, lining up his thick cock with my entrance. I gasped as he thrust roughly into me.

"Oh, God, Edward." I cried out as he found his rhythm, pumping in and out of my wet heat in long, deep strokes.

"You feel so good, baby," he groaned against my shoulder. "So tight and wet. So warm and perfect."

He slipped his hand between us, his fingers easily finding my clit. He knew my body almost better than I knew it myself, so it wasn't long before I felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm.

"Keep going, please, don't stop. I'm so close, I—" My back arched as he wrapped his lips around my nipple, biting softly, all while keeping up his rhythm along with his ministrations. I cried out as my inner walls began to convulse. His deep moans as he found his own release sent chills throughout my body.

Both of us lay there, breathing heavily and wrapped in each other's arms. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and I all but melted.

We could be married for a millennium and I'd never tire of him.

I poured him and myself a cup of coffee as we sat at the table the next morning. "I never got around to asking last night, how was your trip?"

Smirking, he waggled his eyebrows in my direction. "I can't imagine why you forgot to ask."

"Oh hush, you. Tell me about the trip!" I longed to hear his tales of children sleeping in the living room, hoping to gain a peek at him. Or of mothers and fathers still awake in bed, tossing and turning while waiting for morning to see the smiles on their kids' faces.

He covered my hand with his, a soft smile on his lips. We had never been blessed with a child of our own, and he knew how my heart ached for a little one of our own. But it wasn't up to us, it was up to the magic of Christmas. If ever Edward's Christmas joy was fading, it would be fine for us to produce an heir. For me to become pregnant would mean his time as Santa was coming to an end.

So, in the meantime, all the boys and girls of the world who believed in Santa and Mrs. Claus were our children. And I loved them dearly.

As we sat there quietly, his expression turned serious. "Before I tell you about the trip, I'd like to talk to you about something first."

"Of course, what's weighing so heavily on your mind?"

"It's been over two hundred years since I took on being Santa for my father. It's been amazing. I've loved every moment of it, but I'm ready, Bella."

"You're—" I glanced down, pressing my hand against my belly. "You mean…"

His grin lit up the room. "I'm ready for an heir."

"Oh, Edward!" I jumped from my seat, flinging myself into his embrace. "A baby! We're going to have a baby!" Magically, with his words, I could already feel the stirrings of life inside of me. "Oh, Alice, that little pixie, she knew, didn't she?"

He held me tightly to him, laughter shaking his body. "You know there's nothing anyone can hide from Alice once they've decided."

My belly grew at an alarming rate, and at three months, what would have been only the first trimester of the pregnancy for a normal woman, was nine months for me. That was to be expected, though. This baby was not a normal mortal child. We had already given him a healthy dose of Christmas magic when he was conceived. He was special. He'd be raised with love and affection. We'd provide nourishment for his body and mind, just like any other parents did for their children.

But he would also know from an early age that we brought him into this world for a special task— to bring hope and joy to a world of people who found it hard to see the good around them. It wasn't a task for the weary, but with Edward and me behind him, and eventually the love of a good partner, he'd succeed.

It was the end of March when I felt the first contractions begin. I called out for my husband, hoping to not alarm him. "Edward?"

He sped into the room, concern written on his face. He knew the time was coming and that there was no option of rushing to the hospital. We both knew that I'd have to endure the pains of labor in our home, but we both knew it would be worth it. "What is it, darling?"

"It's time, this baby is coming."

"He's perfect. Look at his little nose."

Edward smiled at me, tears glistening in his eyes. "He's beautiful, just like you. What should we call him?"

I was quiet for a moment, staring in awe at our little baby. "I'm thinking he should be named Jacob."

"Then Jacob it is." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead. "Welcome to the world, son."

"Do you really think he's ready?" Twenty years had passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. Suddenly, Jacob was a young man. I knew he was ready to take on all the responsibilities of being Santa, but I wasn't sure that I was ready to let him go. It had been such a joy to watch him grow.

Edward brushed his fingers along the apple of my cheek. "He's ready. And just like my mom and dad were there for me my first year, we'll be with him."

I sighed heavily, knowing that it was time to let my baby be the man he was literally born to be. "I bet he's excited, isn't he?"

"It's all he's been talking about for months now. Well, that and the fact that once Christmas is over, he's asking Vanessa to marry him."

I smiled at the thought of them together for as long as Edward and I had been."She's a lovely girl and an amazing cook. How do you think she's going to handle finding out she's been dating the next Santa?"

He pulled me against him, resting his chin on my head. "She's never really stopped believing. When she was a little girl, she had one of the most pure and sweet minds I'd ever heard. I think she's going to handle it with love and extreme grace, just like a woman I'm very fond of did all those years ago."

I pulled back so that I could look up at him. "You're such a flatterer," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"And you love it."

"No, I love you and the amazing, magical life that you've given us. I wouldn't trade any moment that we shared for anything." I pressed a kiss to his lips. "Merry Christmas, my love."

"Merry Christmas, darling."

I hope you all have an amazing holiday, no matter what you celebrate! Love you all!

As Always, a huge thanks to Sunshine1220 for looking over my words!

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