Page 11 of A Different Kind Of December
I look up and see Cam leaning against the frame of our bedroom door, watching me intently.
“So, you take the kids for lunch, feed them something edible, and then all come over to ours. I’ll give Lennon a bell and see what they’re up to, sound like a plan?”
“It does.”
“Right, well I’ll see you then...and George?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for the call. You’ve turned my shitty day right around and even managed to make me laugh. I know that picking up the phone couldn’t have been an easy thing to do. Fuck me, I know I have to get drunk every year before I can do it. I love ya.”
I don’t respond to that. Instead, I swallow the ball of emotion caused by his words and say, “Love you, too. I’ll text when we’re on our way.”
I watch as Cam’s eyebrows shoot up and then cast my eyes down at my phone as I end the call. I’ve had a couple more text messages while I was chatting to Marley, and I open them up.
Bailey:Thinking of you, little sister Georgia. We’ll raise a glass to Maca and your babies today and have a drink with you all at Christmas. Love and miss all of you, from all of us xxx.
The second is from Nina Reed. Despite her being younger than us by about fifteen years, Jimmie, Ash, and I have become good friends with her, and she’s now one of our trusted inner circle.
Nina: Thinking of you all on this saddest of
anniversaries. With much love from the Reeds xxx.
I breathe in deeply through my nose and watch Cam as he stalks towards me. Once again, my nose tingles, my throat burns, and unshed tears sting the backs of my eyes.
I look up into my husband’s ruggedly handsome face as he nudges my legs apart with his knees and then squats down in between them.
His big hands go to my hips, and he drags me onto his lap and both of us to the floor. I bury my face in the curve of his neck and breathe in deeply. He smells like my entire world.
“Talk to me,” he orders.
“I love you so fucking much.”
“You already told me that this morning.”
“I know, but I want you to understand just how much.”
One of his hands cups the back of my head and the other slides around my waist as he holds me tightly against him.
He flexes his hips.
“I’m not convinced. I need you to show me.” I smile, and my chest moves against him as I laugh.
“I showed you last night.”
“That was ten hours ago. I’m old and forgetful, remember? I need constant reminding.”
“You’re full of shit.”
He digs his fingers into my ribs and bites my neck. I squeal, and he licks a path over the teeth marks he’s probably left on my skin.
He pulls on the messy bun my hairs piled up in so that my face tilts up and my eyes meet his.
“The kids are downstairs reminiscing as they go through the boxes of Christmas decorations, we’ve got about fifteen minutes before Tallulah gets bored and starts bitching. Show. Me. You. Love. Me.” He punctuates his words with bites, licks, and kisses to my lips, face and neck.
He’s grinding against me, knowing full well that I won’t be able to resist him.
I rise onto my knees, leaving a space between us and slide my hand inside his jogging bottoms and boxers.
