Kendall's P.O.V.
I remember, when I was a little kid, my dad would come in my room Christmas morning yelling and screaming at me to get up and see the reindeer hoof prints out in the backyard. I race out of bed and hurry down the stairs and sure enough there was hoof prints out in the snow, clear as day. I never understood, once I got older and learned Santa Claus wasn't real, how he did it. I don't know how he made such perfect prints. Especially in this weather. I never questioned him thought. I didn't want him to think I was trying to be a smartass or anything, so I just let it alone. And as I got older and we had Chris, I promised myself I would carry on the tradition, or something close to it. However this year, given all the different circumstances, I couldn't do something that spectacular, and I hated my weak and dying body for that.
I woke up early Christmas morning to the sound of running water. I was slow to open my eyes, because I was so tired form the lack of sleep the previous night, and the amount of fooling around Logan and I managed to do. After setting Rose up downstairs with the kids in their sleeping bags, another tradition I started, we went back upstairs and couldn't really keep our hands off each other. So I blamed him. But I pushed myself up and looked around the fairly dark room listening to the soft sound of the running water. Our bathroom door was closed almost all the way, only letting out a sliver of light. I smiled, kicking off the blankets and got out of the warm comfort of the bed and stretched my arms over my head walking to the closed door. When I got to it I pushed it open with my hips and tucked my finger on the top of the frame stretching and yawning. When the bathroom door hit the wall softly I blinked a couple times, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I heard the shower running and saw the curtains pulled back all the way and a sneaky little idea crept in my mind. I let go of the frame, letting my long arms fall at my sides and took one step in. I stopped moving, breathing and thinking, seeing the scissors and razor on the counter. I looked around it, seeing bits of brown hair. I looked down at the floor and sure enough I saw more brown hair. I looked back up at the shower and swallowed hard hoping I was just seeing things. "Logan?" My voice came out in a croak that I couldn't believe he heard me. The curtains moved over fast and he appeared, wet, soapy and all smiles.
"Merry Christmas baby. Sorry I woke you up." All I could see was the skin on his head. Just a couple hours ago before we went to sleep his head was covered in beautiful brown hair that I loved so much. And now it was all gone. All of it. "Are you alright?" I watched him pull the shower curtain back more, worry plastered all over his face.
"Why did you do this?" He frowned, but it looked more like I just killed a puppy in front of him. He looked destroyed but I felt destroyed. "Why in the hell would you do this Logan?" He looked away from me quick and ran a hand over his shaved head. "I loved your hair…you loved your hair."
"I loved your hair." He looked up, near tears and I leaned against the counter. "It isn't fair. I don't care what you say. I did it and I'm not sorry. I just wished you say something good about it, like that you think I'm attractive no matter what, or….whatever." He pulled the curtains back quick and huffed out hard. I couldn't help the smile or the feeling of love rush through my body. I glanced back down at the floor and looked at the hair covering it. I could do one of two things with this new situation. I could yell at him and make him upset for doing it without even talking to me about it, or I could get naked, get in the shower with him and thank him for being amazing, like always. My boxers were on the ground faster than the speed of light and made my way to the shower big enough for five people. When I pulled the curtain back he was standing in the same spot, but with his arms crossed over his chest, like he was waiting for me. He had an eyebrow raised and I smiled small making a move to step in. He stepped back and sighed.
"You look very sexy right now."
"Don't try to win me over Knight. I'm mad at you." He turned quick and went under the water letting the soap still covering him, wash off. I stepped in quick, closing the curtain smiling at his perfect little bubble butt. "I spent at least an hour getting all that hair off my head and all you can say is I look sexy?"
"Yes because you have that cute look on your face like your trying to be angry, and your covered I soap and water, which, you know really gets me hard." I walked right behind him and grabbed both his arms, by his wrist and pushed them up into the wall. His hands flattened on the tile and his head hung low, letting the water run over the back of his head and neck. I pressed my front directly into his back and he moaned quietly feeling my erection run against the small of his back and over the top of his butt. "You should have waited to at least ask me." His head lifted and just as he turned it to give me a dirty look I put one hand down, and quickly grabbed a hold of my still a little flaccid dick and shoved it inside him. An ear shattering moan left this mouth and he slumped forward onto the wall resting his head on his arms folded on top of each other. Both my hands grabbed his hips and one of my feet kicked between his legs and he quickly spread them apart. His feet hit the sides of walls of the tub and he shoved back into me. With the angle he was in, the water hit on his back and ran down rolling off his butt. I snapped back just leaving my tip inside, and then pushed back in, hard and rough. He let out another very loud moan that reverberated off the walls and made me go absolutely insane. "Shh…the house is still full of kids."
"Then don't be so rough jerk…" He groaned out as I continued to push in and out of him, going slower and more gentle. One of his arms fell from the wall and went to his own dick were he tugged and rubbed. I leaned down wrapping one arm around his waist and putting my lips on his shoulder blade. The water hit down on my head now and I closed my eyes while still hitting inside him. I shifted my weight onto one foot and rested my forehead on his shoulder, where I was just kissing. "I love you Kendall." I could only nod against his shoulder while I pulled him tighter and closer into me. "I want to top." I opened my eyes and raised my head, letting go of his body quick. I pulled out of him, earning another moan and stepped back, into the shower wall. Logan turned quick, his hand still on his dick and gave me a sexy, and dirty look, all in one. He breathed out shakily and raised his free hand, motioning me to come to him and I smirked shaking my head. He frowned and walked into me fast, putting his free hand on my neck, and pushing his lips into mine. My arms wrapped around his body and his hand holding his dick, grabbed ahold of mine and rubbed both of them together. I moaned only to have it swallowed by his mouth. He bit down on my tongue while pushing into me and making em go into the wall harder. He pulled away, only a centimeter, maybe even less and licked my bottom lip. "Turn around." I shook my head fast and swallowed hard, feeling my chest burning.
"Not in here…bed. Now." His body was gone from mine, causing a slight panic in me, that disappeared when my hand was pulled and I was dragged out of the shower. He pulled me all the way to the bed and when we got to it, he put me in front of him, turned my body and gently pushed me down hips aligned with the edge of the bed, and laid my body down. I put one hand under my head, and the other under my body were I slowly touched myself. I turned my head so I was looking towards the head of our messy bed and sighed out, feeling calmed down, just a little. "Go Loges…"
"Don't be bossy." His hands were on my ass and I felt a slight push on my entrance. I groaned in annoyance and complete misery and he sighed over me shoving in hard. I didn't whine again after that.
We cuddled together for only a few minutes before realizing it was Christmas morning and almost 8. The kids were probably waiting for us to open presents and I was actually pretty hungry. We both finished our showers, neither of us having to wash hair and got dried quick. I changed into jeans and a simple black hoodie, while Logan got in sweats and a long sleeved shirt. We walked down stairs, hand in hand all smiles. When we got in the living room, it was still dark except for the Christmas tree, and Logan flipped on the light. The five sleeping bags and pillows were all on the ground still and two of them were still occupied. A black one and a blue one. Joey and Chris. We heard a little giggle form the kitchen and Logan squeezed my hand, leading me out to the kitchen. As soon as we stepped in, I was grateful for the smell of freshly made coffee.
All three girls were in front of the stove and fridge getting things out for breakfast and making breakfast. Maggie had Sam on her hip as she worked on something on the stove while Rose pulled out the gallon of milk and the orange juice. I gently cleared my throat and all three girls snapped their head to us. Sam squirmed in her sisters arms and jumped out of them running towards us. "Merry Christmas daddy and Poppa!" She stopped short, just a foot away from us and looked up at Logan. She frowned and in the cutest way possible, she put her hand son her hips and stomped her foot. "How come poppa lost his hair too?" I laughed and gently hit Logan's butt walking past them to Maggie who was also starting at Logan. I pulled her in fast and kissed the top of her head.
"Morning princess. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas daddy. How do you feel?" She pulled away and I shrugged yawning and scratching my chin. "Did poppa shave his head?" I laughed and nodded.
"He sure did kido. What's for breakfast ladies?" Maggie turned back to the stove and I saw eggs being scrambled and sausage and bacon. "Any coffee done?" Rose moved quickly to the pot and pulled it out showing me it half full. I smiled and walked to her. I turned around to see Maggie great Logan who was still explain to Sam about his head and sighed. "How are you doing Rose?" I looked down at her and brought down two mugs for Logan and I.
"I'm…fine, Mr. Knight. Merry Christmas." I laughed and watched her pour in the coffee.
"You can call me Kendall or dad. None of this Mr. Knight crap alright?" She glanced up to me and laughed, nodding. "Merry Christmas Rose. Now…" I stirred in some sugar in my coffee cup and poured in Milk in Logan's. "Do you want to see me piss of Chris?" She giggled and nodded. I motioned her to follow me out of the kitchen as Logan walked to the stove with the girls. Without anyone seeing, I managed to pinch his butt making him squeak. I walked out into the living room quick so I wouldn't be reprimanded. I walked over to the two boys still on the ground, soring softly. Rose gently sat down on the couch behind Chris on the floor and I gently cleared my throat. "Boys…wake up. It's Christmas morning. You guys are missing presents and hot cocoa and bacon. Come on." Neither of them moved and I sighed bending over resting on my knees and smiled. "Okay…here's the plan. You guys will sleep through the whole day and I'll give your sisters your presents. And tonight when you guys decide to wake up, you have to cook and clean up dinner."
"Daddy stop it…" Joey sat up slowly, his hair a mess and a tiered and angry look on his face. "I want some juice." I ruffled his hair and helped him stand up.
"Go tell your poppa. He's in the kitchen." Joey yawned, tucking his teddy bear under his arm and stomped out into the kitchen. "Okay here's the fun part…Christopher." I gently sat down next to him and poked his cheek. "Christopher…I'm about to embarrass the hell out of you in front of your girlfriend." Nothing. I smiled and pocked his cheek again. "Okay…here I go…'I love you, you love me, and were a happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you…won't you say you love me too." I leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek and he sat up fast pushing me, causing me to fall back on my butt. I l didn't care because I was laughing too loud and he was too red looking up at Rose, who of course, was also laughing. "He was the biggest Barney fan."
"Dad!" I laughed standing up and held my stomach watching Rose sit down on the floor next to him and kiss his very red cheek.
"Don't make me bring out the naked baby pictures." Rose raised an eyebrow and Chris slapped his forehead laying back. "Come on and get up. We need help finishing breakfast so we can open presents." I walked back into the living room wiping under my left eye and smiled seeing Logan leaning against the counter with Joey in his arms. He was sucking on one thumb with his head on Logan's shoulder, eyes closed. I walked into them and kissed Joeys cheek, rubbing his back. "I just realized, we don't have any presents for Rose." Logan looked up very sad and I sighed. "We'll get her some stuff tomorrow…do you know how long she's staying?"
"As long as she needs to Kendall." I nodded quick in agreement hearing the sadness in his voice. "Maybe we should give her parents a call or some…" He stopped talking and turned to look out the kitchen window. He moved slightly and reached out pulling the curtain back. It was still snowing, lightly and there was probably another foot out there. But what he heard, and we both saw was a very sleek looking car out on the curb. I watched the driver door open and then saw a women get out on the passenger side and quickly walked out of the kitchen. "Kendall?" I waved back to Logan's worried voice and walked to the front door. I slipped on my boots sitting by it, and pulled the door open quick.
When I stepped out, I slowly walked down the walkway seeing a couple walking towards me. The man saw me first and instead of smiling and greeting me warmly, he looked like he wanted to kick my ass. "Can I help you with something?" They both stopped, a few feet away from me and he sighed putting a hand in one of his pockets on his long coat.
"We're here to drop off something's for our daughter. All her gifts and some clothes and school stuff, if she's still going to school." Rose's parents. Of course.
"Oh…would you like to see her?"
"No, thank you we just want to give her this stuff and get back home before the other storm comes in." I nodded slowly and eyed the lady. Who looked very near tears. The guy cleared his throat and I turned back to him. "You guys didn't need to take her in." I felt my mouth drop open and he shrugged. "She's not your problem."
"She's not anyone's problem, and frankly I'm pretty damn sure i needed to take her in on Christmas Eve." The guy tensed up and the women grabbed his arm closest to her. "I'm a little curious as to what kind of father kicks out his own daughter on a night like last night, especially on Christmas."
"Kendall…" I felt a tug on my arm and knew Logan was trying to get me back in the house or at least back away but I wasn't going to.
"She's pregnant out of wedlock and won't get rid of it. She isn't my daughter. She's a whore who doesn't deserve to live in my house." My anger was slowly rising and knowing his wife and that girl's mother wasn't going to do anything about her ignorant husband was just standing there, didn't help.
"That it, is your grandchild. And being in love and acting on that love, doesn't make anyone a whore."
"Well your kind don't really have very high morals."
"My kind?" I was tugged again but I shoved Logan off me and stepped forward. "You mean the gays?" He laughed and took a step towards me as well. "If we're so bad why did we take in a pregnant girl who was kicked out of her house on Christmas. I've heard you're a pastor, yes?" He nodded, very proud of himself and I smiled. "Tell me this, if I'm so wrong for loving that man behind me, and I'm so wrong for raising four beautiful and prefect children, why hasn't God brought down his mighty hand on me? Why did I pray every single damn night since I was diagnosed with Lung cancer, for God to heal me and make it so I could live to see my children get married, or have their own children? Why did God answer my prayers, and protect and look over my family while we struggled through this? Why am I getting better and stronger every day? Why would God listen to a faggot? Why would God even bother with me and my husband, right?" His face was blank and unmoving. I chuckled and shrugged. "You aren't good enough to be a man of God. You aren't worth the breath you are blessed with every day. And you are never going to be forgiven the God's eyes for turning away your own daughter. You are a pathetic excuse for a father, and even worse excuse for a human being. Give your daughter her stuff and get the fuck off my property." I turned away from him quick and walked past Logan, who was ghostly white, and past Chris who looked happy and a little smug. I stormed back into the house and turned into the kitchen, breathing out hard. I stopped walking quick however when I almost ran into Rose, who was crying softly but looking happy. I loosened up and sighed out hoping she didn't hear me. "I'm…I'm sorry Rose. If you heard any…" I was hit hard, but with a hug. She was holding around me tight and crying softly on my chest.
"Thank you…thank you so much Mr. Knight…I mean…" She looked up and wiped under her eyes. "Dad."
So someone had requested more smut…I hope that worked for you! And I have my own ideas about where this story is going to go, but if you have any thoughts let me know! I hope your enjoying this magical journey!