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A
Las Vegas Christmas – King style!
Arianna
“Wake up, Stunner.” Denham’s husky morning voice pulls
me out of the deep sleep I was enjoying.
“Hey.” I smile, thinking to myself that this is the
only way I want to be woken for the rest of my life. I really am the luckiest
girl in the world.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, brushing his lips
gently over mine and shifting his body so that he hovers over me. “It’s still
early, and I want to make the most of you while I have you all to myself.”
Denham moves his hips in a slow circle, grinding his pelvis in to mine and I
groan in agreement. My body responds to him instantly and I let my head drop
back to the pillow as he plants slow, sensual kisses down my neck and along my
collarbone.
I am just about to get lost in my man and his
wonderful lips when the door gets flung open and reaches full extension so
fast, it bounces back and almost knocks a very excited Tara out.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” she sings at the top of her voice,
bundling her way in through the door. “Oh, uh, sorry guys … Nah, I’m not sorry.
Stop all that. It’s Christmas morning for fuck’s sake!” She darts back out of
the door and I hear her running to the next room to wake up Spike. I’m not sure
he’ll be too happy about being woken this early.
My body still hums from my wake up call, and I’d be
lying if I said I wasn’t cursing Tara right now, but I can’t help but laugh at
her excitement. Growing up, with it being just me and my mom, we never had the
big family Christmases that you see on TV. So when Denham told me that they all
stay over at his mom’s house on Christmas Eve, I couldn’t wait to be a part of
it all. I wasn’t banking on being invaded by Tara at this ungodly hour of 6 AM,
but now that we are awake I can’t wait for the day to begin. I am so excited
about Denham’s present. I almost couldn’t wait until today, it’s actually very
nearly killed me to wait until today, but now it’s here and I’m nervous. A good
nervous. But nervous nonetheless.
“If we ignore her she will go away,” Denham grumbles
through gritted teeth.
“No, I won’t!” Tara yells from the living room. “Get
up. We have presents!”
“I think we need to save the lovin’ for later,” I say
with a giggle.
Denham sighs, then pins me with his golden eyes.
“Stunner, later I’m gonna love you so damn hard you’ll be seeing stars.” He
lets out a growl and nips my shoulder playfully which makes me yelp. He jumps
off the bed in one easy move and I watch him strut over to the bathroom gloriously
naked before glancing over his shoulder and giving me a wink. I shake my head
at the mere fact that I can’t believe I’m so happy. I can’t believe life is so
good. And I still can’t believe that man is mine, all mine.
~*~*~*~
We throw on our sweats and join everyone in the living
room. Even Spike is up, and wearing a smile as well as a … Christmas sweater? I
laugh and frown at the sight; it just seems so unlike him.
“Hey, don’t diss the sweater, sweetheart. It’s
Christmas!” He winks at me.
“I’m not sure if it’s because you’re wearing
Christmas, or the fact that you have a sweater on and it’s already 70 degrees
and rising.”
“It’s tradition,” he shrugs nonchalantly. Looks like
that’s the only explanation I’m going to get.
Dana crosses the room to us with a beaming smile and
two glasses of juice “Good morning, sweetheart,” she says, kissing Denham’s
cheek and handing him a glass. This leaves her free to pull me in for a hug.
“I’m so excited to have you here, Arianna. I love having a busy home at
Christmas, the more the merrier.” She smiles warmly and passes me the other
glass and goes back into the kitchen.
I glance around the living room and at the Christmas
tree. Presents cover the floor and seem to spill from every direction.
“There’s so many,” I whisper, marvelling at the sight
of them. I’ve never known a busy, bustling family Christmas, or one filled with
so many gifts.
“Me first. Me first!” Tara yells, hopping over the
couch and rummaging through the piles of shiny wrapped presents.
“Tara,” Dana scolds “Don’t you think Arianna should go
first as she’s our guest this year?”
“Oh no.” I shake my head profusely. “Really, I don’t
want any special treatment. I’m so happy to be watching Tara and you guys.”
Tara takes that as a green light and digs right in,
finding the first one with her name on it and tearing it open while squealing
excitedly. The next hour or so passes in a flurry of wrappings and bows.
Presents are handed around between us all and the warmth and love of this
family that I’m soon to be a part of, fills every piece of my heart. Then I
realise that there’s very few presents left and I haven’t given out mine. My
stomach starts to churn as I question the gift I have for Denham. Will he like it? Should I have given it to
him in private?
Well, I have a whole heap of gifts for him actually.
Every time I saw something I thought he would like, I bought it. But there’s
one that’s the most important and I’m equally excited and nervous to give it to
him.
“I have something for you,” Denham whispers to me. As
usual, I react to his close proximity and the hairs along my neck stand on end.
“I’m sure you do,” I answer. “But, I’m not sure it’s
appropriate in front of your mom, brother and sister.”
“No!” He pushes me with his shoulder. “I meant your
Christmas gifts. Would you like them now?”
“Actually, I have something I would like to give you
first.”
“You do?”
“Uh huh. May I?”
“Sure thing, Stunner.”
Nerves run through my body and down my arms, making
the small, neatly wrapped gift shake in my palms. I pass it to him gingerly and
keep hold when he goes to take it. I lean in to him, place a kiss on his cheek,
and whisper, “Merry Christmas, babe.”
I am suddenly aware that all eyes are on us. Even
Tara, who still has presents to open, has stopped unwrapping and is absorbed in
our moment. I love that they’re all a part of this.
Denham unwraps one end of the soft package, and looks
up momentarily to give me a sparkling smile before unwrapping the rest of the
paper. My heart pounds so hard I think it’s going to beat out of my chest. He
frowns, takes out the little white shirt, and his mouth falls open. His eyes
fill with tears, as mine do too. He half laughs, half sobs, then turns the shirt
around and holds it up for the rest of the room to see. It takes a few seconds
for them to read the text.
‘My daddy’s the King of the castle’
There are calls and screeches of ‘Oh my god!’ but I’m
focused on my man, who looks like he’s trying to take it all in. Then he meets
my eyes. That connection that’s always seemed so deep, suddenly feels deeper
and I know now what my life so far has been about. It’s been a journey that’s
paved the way to this very moment. Our moment.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I whisper before Denham
takes my mouth with his, kissing me as if his life depends on it. Happy tears
mingle between our lips, and Denham starts to laugh.
“I’m going to be a daddy!” he calls, just before he is
tackle-hugged by Tara. And Dana and Spike aren’t far behind.
*~*~*~*
Merry
Christmas from ‘The Kings’!
*~*~*~*
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