Double Lines
Thirty-two – First Christmas as a Family

My parents and sister flew in from Batemans Bay a couple of days after Melina and David returned from their honeymoon. They stayed at Melina and David’s as it was bigger than our house.

Because Government Education sucks, I was still working five days before Christmas. Good for the parents who could do their Christmas shopping, but bad for the teachers who had tired children they needed to keep entertained after forty weeks of intense learning.

Mum and Dad wanted to spend as much time as possible with Tyler, meaning I pulled Tyler out of daycare early so they could do that.

I was getting increasingly tired as days drew closer to Christmas, but I couldn’t figure out if it was end of year tired or pregnancy tired. I was grateful for the lack of morning sickness this time, although I felt that I was beginning to show a lot quicker than I did when I was pregnant with Tyler. Ethan hadn’t noticed yet; if he had, I was hoping he wouldn’t know why.

I woke up on Christmas morning spooning with Ethan. From the sound of his breath, I could tell he was awake.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” Ethan whispered huskily into my ear.

“Merry Christmas,” I reply, pressing my hips against his. I smile when I feel his erection push against my backside.

“Hmm, you know what the best type of sex is?” Ethan asks.

“Morning sex?” I ask. He’s asked me this question before.

“No. Christmas morning sex,” Ethan replies, thrusting his hips into me. I smile, cupping my left hand around his head as I turn to kiss his lips. As we kiss, I roll my hips into his, his erection pressing against me.

“You like that?” I murmur as I roll my hips into him again.

“Hmm. I do,” Ethan replies.

“What about this?” I ask, moving my hand from his head to his erection. I wrap my fingers around his girth and move up and down his shaft.

“Ahh,” Ethan replies, making me smirk.

“You feel so good,” Ethan murmurs, helping my hand pump his shaft as he moves his hips forward and backwards.

“Mmm,” I reply. Ethan’s hand moves from the top of my stomach and glides downwards, reaching my pussy. I sigh as his fingers slide through my folds and replace my clit.

“Ethan,” I moan, biting my bottom lip.

“Shit, beautiful, I need to be inside you!” Ethan says quickly, removing his hand and slapping my bottom.

“On your knees,” he orders. Quickly, I get onto my knees on the bed, Ethan positioning himself between my legs.

“You need to be quiet,” Ethan then tells me. I nod in agreement, but as Ethan pushes his tip inside me, I cry in pleasure.

Grabbing my pillow, I bury my face into it. I love this position, not only because it is one of Ethan’s favourites, but because I love the feeling of Ethan dominating me in the bedroom. Plus, it feels so good! Ethan doesn’t attempt to start slowly; instead, he pulls out in quick succession once he fills me completely. Like a jackhammer, Ethan pounds into me, our bodies making slapping noises as they meet.

“Shit,” Ethan groans as I scream into the pillow.

“I’m gonna cum,” he yells. Ethan moves his hand from my hip towards my pussy, where he replaces my clit.

“Arrgh,” I scream as Ethan massages me there, pushing me into ecstasy. My orgasm rolls through me in waves as Ethan pounds into me.

“Fuck,” Ethan comments as we fall onto the bed, trying to catch our breaths.

“I love you, Ethan,” I sigh. Ethan leans over me and kisses my lips.

“I love you, too, Mikaela,” he replies, resting his hand on my hip.

We lay there, half asleep, when a pounding can be heard from the door.

“Hold on, buddy,” Ethan says, getting out of bed and pulling on some underpants. He walks over to the door and opens it, a very excited Tyler standing on the other side.

“It’s Christmas!” Tyler yells, running over to the bed.

“I’m not dressed!” I giggle as Tyler climbs over to me.

“Ew!” Did Daddy wet the bed again?” Tyler asks, making me laugh. One time, Tyler attempted to climb into bed with us, but I had to tell him to be careful because there was a wet patch in the middle. When Tyler asked how... I said that Daddy had wet the bed (which is kind of true; he made me cum, and the bed got wet as a result). Tyler told Ethan it was okay to wet the bed, just to remember to go to the toilet before he went to sleep and not drink after bedtime. I remember laughing at that comment; it was so funny.

“I did not!” Ethan scoffs, making me laugh harder.

“You go and get dressed, Daddy and I will join you when we’re ready,” I tell my son.

“Sure?” Tyler asks me, giving me a look.

“Yeah, buddy. Mummy and I need to shower, and we’ll be straight down,” Ethan assures our son. Tyler looks over at Ethan and nods before leaving the room.

“What time is it?” I ask, my head hitting the pillow. I want to go back to sleep.

“Six,” Ethan tells me, making me groan.

“Too early!” I complain.

After we shower and dress, we go downstairs, where the Christmas tree is behind the couch. Tyler is sitting in front of the television, watching Christmas morning cartoons.

“About time,” Tyler scolds, switching the TV off.

“It’s not even seven, baby,” I grin, grabbing three cushions for us to sit on in front of the tree.

“How are we doing this?” Ethan asks as he takes his seat.

“One present each, and then we pack the rest and take them over to Melina and David’s,” I explain.

“Okay, Tyler first?”

I nod and let Ethan choose a present for Tyler to open. Ethan got Tyler’s Hot Wheels stunt garage, which Tyler got all excited about and wanted to open it up straight away.

“I can help you build that up later, okay?” Ethan asks Tyler, who nods.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Tyler says, running over to Ethan and giving him a hug.

“This is for you,” Ethan says, selecting the next present from under the tree and giving it to me.

“Thank you,” I smile, opening it up. Inside is a black velvet box, and when I open it, I see a beautiful necklace with a three-pear diamond sitting in the centre.

“To go with your ring,” Ethan tells me, making me melt.

“Would you like me to put it on?” he asks. I nod and lift my hair so he can place the necklace on me.

“Thank you. I love it,” I tell Ethan, giving him a kiss.

“This is for you,” I say, picking up the gift I got for him.

“Thanks,” Ethan smiles, unwrapping his present. I bought him a leather messenger bag with two front pockets and a flap. Each pocket and flap buckled up but also had a magnetic clasp. The bag was big enough to put a laptop inside if he wanted.

“This is so cool, thank you,” Ethan says, smiling.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“I love it, he says, giving me a kiss.

“One more?” I ask, looking over at Tyler, who nods. I grab the present I bought for Tyler and hand it to him. Inside is a light blue T-shirt. Tyler smiles and walks over to me with it.

“Put it on?” Tyler asks.

“You want to put it on?” I reaffirm, to which Tyler nods. He removes his shirt, and I help him put his new shirt on.

“What does it say?” Tyler asks.

“Why don’t you go and ask Daddy?” I reply, looking at Ethan, who has been watching the whole exchange.

“Daddy, what does this say?” Tyler asks, placing his hands on Ethan’s knees.

“It says: Big Brother in Training,” Ethan reads, looking at me. I can’t help but grin back.

“Are you?” Ethan begins to ask when Tyler yells out, “Oh yeah! That was the surprise!”

“Tyler knows?” Ethan then says, his shocked face making me laugh.

“Yeah. I had a test done at the doctor's, and Tyler was with me. But I told him to keep it as a surprise for you,” I explain.

“Come here,” Ethan tells me, waving me over. I get up from my cushion and walk over to Ethan, who pulls me onto his lap.

“Are you happy?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yes, but… I thought you were on the pill…”

“I was. But the pill isn’t foolproof. Are you happy, Ethan?” I ask, beginning to feel not sure.

“I am. Very happy. I love you, Mikaela. So much,” Ethan says, his eyes glistening over.

“I love you too,” I add, pressing my lips against his and kissing him.

“Tyler, Mummy and Daddy have another surprise for you,” I say, smiling. Tyler’s face lights out, and I giggle.

“But first, you have to close your eyes,” Ethan says, covering Tyler’s eyes with his hand. We led Tyler around the room in circles to disorientate him before walking him outside.

“Are your eyes closed?” I asked Tyler when we stopped. He nods his head, taking Ethan’s hands with him.

“Okay… one, two, three!” Ethan and I count together. At three, Ethan removes his hands from Tyler’s eyes, which are still closed.

“You can open your eyes now,” I giggle. Watching Tyler open his eyes to see the rest of his present is priceless. Standing before him in the backyard is play equipment. In the middle is a raised gabled cubby fort with windows and a telescope. The lower level has a snack stand and picnic table. To the left of the cubby fort are monkey bars, to the back a slide, and to the right are three swings.

“Can I play?” Tyler asks me, grinning.

“Yes!” I smile. Tyler runs up to the rock-climbing wall that reaches the cubby fort. It’s twice his height, and I’m amazed at how confident he is climbing it.

“Go on,” I laugh when Ethan gives me a look. Ethan runs off after Tyler and joins his son on the equipment.

We spent most of the day enjoying the sun while Tyler played on the equipment. I made sandwiches for lunch, and we had to eat them under the cubby fort at the picnic table.

“I think this was the best gift yet,” I smile at Ethan as we sit eating.

“He loves it!” Ethan gushes. I nod. He does.

“We’re here!” Tyler calls out when Ethan parked outside David and Melina’s house. Today, for a change, we’re having dinner at Melina and David’s instead of breakfast. This is a first for Tyler and me, and Tyler has been excited about getting two lots of presents instead of just one (which is cute because he didn’t understand that previously, he got all his gifts at the same time.)

“Yay!” Ethan cries.

“Yay!” Tyler copies. I laugh and help Tyler out of his booster seat as Ethan grabs the rest of our presents from the boot.

“Merry Christmas!” David greets when he opens the door.

“Merry Christmas!” We all reply when we walk in.

“Where’s your tree?” Tyler asks excitedly.

“In the living room,” David says, watching Tyler run off before he can finish his sentence.

“Hey! No running!” I call out after him.

“He’s going to be the death of me,” I sigh, shaking my head. David laughs.

“How was your day…” David begins when Mum yells out my name from the living room.

“Yes, Mum?” I ask, walking into the living room with Ethan following behind. Mum is holding Tyler in her arms, looking at me.

“Explain Tyler’s shirt,” Mum tells me. I look over at my family, who are watching me.

“Surprise, we’re pregnant!” I grin. Everyone cheers, and Mum, Melina and Nichola come up and hug me all at once.

“When are you due?” Mum asks.

“June or July. I’m not sure yet. I’ve made an appointment for an ultrasound next week,” I admit.

“Congratulations, Lincoln,” Dad tells Ethan, patting him on the back.

“Thanks. Now I know why Mikaela’s been so grumpy lately,” Ethan replies. I gasped, slapping Ethan on the arm.

“I have not been grumpy, Mister!” I complain.

“Sometimes you have, mummy,” Tyler says, making everyone laugh.

“You little snitch! Just you wait!” I reply, walking over to Tyler and tickling his tummy.