364 Days to Go – Brad Paisley
Year 7. Rated M.
"If you don't get to bed, Santa's going to skip our house!" April laughed, chasing their youngest baby Colin around the house. He took his pants off yet again and was running again giggling and chasing the family dog Dolly.
Jackson and Erin were cracking up at the scene in front of them because it looked like something straight out of a movie. Graycin was busy setting the cookies and carrots and milk out for Santa before they went to bed.
Jackson pulled his lone daughter onto his lap from the couch. "Mama and Colin are crazy. I'm not sure who's chasing who." He teased, lightly tickling her chubby little belly.
She giggled and smiled at him but she always did that. She was a daddy's girl for sure. Anything he said had her wrapped around his finger and vice versa.
While watching his wife chase their little boy around the house he took a look around. There were dirty dishes from dinner and baked goods lining the counters. Wrapping paper shreds and empty tubes used for beating each other were randomly left around the living room. Empty glasses from the chocolate milk the kids got on Christmas Eve were still on the table.
The tree they had cut down themselves was in the corner wrapped with colorful red and green lights. April had decorated most of it with homemade ornaments from the kids and even a few from her own childhood. There were already more presents than he had seen in his lifetime under the tree and their stockings were waiting for Santa on the mantle.
"You ready for bed pumpkin?" Jackson asked his daughter who was drifting off in his lap. She nodded that she was, which was a rarity for her. He scooped her up and took her upstairs to her bed. He didn't need to get her pajamas on because they were all wearing their new pajamas they got every Christmas Eve when they got home from church.
He pulled her Frozen comforter up over her and leaned down to give her the goodnight kiss he gave her every time he tucked her in. "Goodnight sweetheart." But she was already out like a light.
When he came back downstairs he found Colin sitting on the couch and April and Graycin arguing about the cookies for Santa. "Santa doesn't need that many cookies!" April argued, trying to convince the little boy to just set a few out. Jackson chuckled because he was Santa and he knew April had him on a cookie diet. She had called him her Cookie Monster on more than one occasion and he hated it.
Graycin argued back just as adamantly as his mother did. "Yes he does! He's going to be hungry after bringing so giving so many presents!"
April gave up. "Okay. But wrap it up. It's bedtime."
Graycin nodded. He wanted to go to sleep so Santa could come bring him the bike he asked for.
"Dad's going to tuck you in tonight so I can put Colin down. I love you sweetie." April told him, leaning down to kiss her baby goodnight. She loved all of her children the same amount, she really did, but he would always be her miracle baby whether she wanted to admit it or not. He marched up the stairs and Jackson followed. He loved tucking his kids in for the night when he was home.
A couple of minutes later while he was sitting on the edge of Graycin's bed reading him a story about Santa he saw April pass by Graycin's room with Colin toward the nursery. He was already passed out in her arms. He was usually the easy one. April must have tucked him into his bed because moments later she was joining them in Graycin's room.
"Goodnight baby. I'll see you in the morning once Santa's been here." She smiled. Leaning over Jackson to kiss her son goodnight. She pulled his covers up and gave him the comfortable touch that a mother gives her child. Jackson had no idea how she did it because Graycin almost instantly closed his eyes and was out like a light.
They got downstairs and looked around at the mess. The house was a disaster. "We have to clean this up because your mother and Richard are coming over in the morning for presents."
Jackson nodded. "I'll help."
"I have to get a cake in the oven for church in the morning too." She sighed, pushing dishes to clear a space to make a cake. She figured it could bake while she cleaned the kitchen. There was no way she'd have time to do it in the morning. There just wasn't enough time in the day.
She put the red apron on that she liked to cook in the save her clothes from batter and flour and all the normal kitchen spills.
"Do you want to save these wrapping paper tubes?" Jackson asked her, peaking his head into the kitchen. Instead of waiting for her answer, he gently tapped her behind with the tube.
She gasped. "You did not just hit me with that." She laughed, dropping the whisk she was using and placing her hands on her hips.
He folded his arms in an insanely cocky and all too cute way. "Oh, I think I did."
Without really thinking of the repercussions, she pulled the battered whisk out of her mixing bowl, held it upside down and flicked it at her husband. His face was covered with red velvet batter.
Not only was his face covered in batter, but his mouth was hanging open and he was speechless. She had never pulled anything like that on him. Ever.
He lunged at her, or more like at the whisk so he could get payback. But she flicked him again with the batter. When he finally get it free he flicked her back and she couldn't believe it. "Jackson!"
"You started it!" He laughed, dropping the whisk back into the bowl and surrendering everything.
She shook her head. He started it. She finished it. She went back to mixing, shaking her head in disbelief while trying not to laugh.
A few feet from her, he was trying not to stare. Her hair was wrapped up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She was wearing old sweatpants that were tight in just the right places. Her shirt was short, so it showed more of her midriff than she usually showed, at least while she was stirring he was enjoying the way it was riding up on her. The small apron didn't help either.
He moved in and spun her around, blocking her in between the counter and his body. "The kids are sound asleep you know." He whispered in her ear.
April shook her head in disbelief. "You can't be serious. The house is a mess, I'm a mess. They're going to wake us up before seven am."
He shrugged. "So we make them sleep for another hour to account for this one I'm about to spend with you."
She rolled her eyes and surrendered. They wouldn't be that long. And she missed him.
He pulled her close and rolled them onto the kitchen floor, behind the island.
She pushed her sweat pants down her legs, leaving just her panties on below the waist. He pulled his cake batter stained Seahawks t-shirt over his head and his sweats and boxers down too. He stopped why he noticed how cold she was. "Are you cold?"
She nodded, hoping he would warm her up. He surprised her when he jumped up and grabbed a throw from the living room to cover them up. It was a weirdly romantic gesture from him.
"Better now?" He asked, settling on top of her again and under the blanket himself.
"Much." She told him, moving her hand down his abdomen to get to the part she needed most. Their kissing was soft and gentle. He was taking the time to really enjoy her and she loved it.
She loved the feeling for his warm hands sliding up the front of her shirt to her breasts. The way he kissed his way back down her neck in order to just stay there and suck on that one spot made her weak.
The giggle that escaped her lips when one of his hands slid down the front of her pants to brush her core made him smile himself. She was so perfect.
He pulled her panties to the side and slowly entered her. When he was sure she was ready, he started moving at a quicker pace.
He felt her wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, trying to hold on to him as tightly as she could while he rocked back and forth inside of her. He used his hands to push her t-shirt up far enough for him to find her breasts and kiss them. Her nipples were already hard and he paid special attention to each, listening to the way it made her moan and lose pace of her breathing.
She rolled them over, straddling him tightly. "I love you so much." He sighed, relaxing a little on the kitchen floor.
She stopped and moved her hands up to touch the sides of his face. He was being extremely genuine. "Oh Jackson, I love you too."