Chapter 26

Trigger

Poke, nose rub, poke, giggle, nose rub. I open my eyes to slits and take in the pretty princess in her pink Anna nightgown hovering over my face. “Baby girl.” Emerson giggles. I look to the alarm clock and groan. It’s five in the morning and still dark outside.

She leans closer to my face. “Santa came and brought a lot,” she swings her arms out to elaborate hitting me in the head, “presents. He ate all our cookies and drank all his milk.”

I lift her and roll to my back placing her in the middle of the bed. “You already went downstairs.” She bobs her head excitedly. I gaze to Razz’s side of the bed and it’s empty. “Where’s Razz and Xander?” She points out the door. “Alright, short stuff, get going. I’ll be down in a minute.” Emerson jumps off the bed and runs full force. “Be careful.” A faint ‘okay’ is all I hear before the pounding of her feet down the stairs.

Getting to my feet, I slide my discarded sweatpants from last night on. Fuck a shirt. I’m too tired from playing Santa last night, putting together the kids’ toys and then munching Razz’s cookie and sipping her cream. You know you’re getting old when staying up all night and sleeping two hours feels like you got hit by a Mack truck. No consumption of alcohol. No wild partying. Nope. Just playing toy maker and then pussy patron.

Ugh, but it was phenomenal.

Watching Razz’s tits bounce as she rode my cock hard, then flipping her over on all fours and punishing her pussy from behind. Flashbacks from a few hours ago have my cock tenting my sweats. With a groan and a quick adjustment, I make my way down the stairs to the sounds of excited chatter.

Hitting the last step, Razz stands there with a cup of coffee for me. I take it from her hand and bend to place a chaste kiss on her lips, “Mornin’. I feel like we never left this room.”

“I know. I figured we’d have a couple more hours of sleep and the sun would be out before the kids got up, but that was wishful thinking.” She laughs. “Xander woke me with his stinky breath as he tried to wake me up.”

“Well let’s get this show on the road and then maybe take a nap.” I mumble into her hair.

“Wishful thinking, again.”

I sling my arm over her shoulder and tug her tight to my side as we stride towards the living room. Emerson’s playing with her Barbies and Barbie mansion that Santa brought her and Xander’s playing with his GI Joe and Avenger action figures.

“What do we have here? Looks like Santa was very busy last night.”

Emerson jumps from her spot and skips over to me carrying a Barbie. “I gots a Barbie house, Trigger and a bike and baby that has a bed and stroller.”

“I see. You must have been really good this year.” She nods her head furiously. I look to Xander who’s still playing and not paying much attention to anything else. “What did you get, Xander?”

He stops and glances at Razz and I as we sit on the couch. “I got Army men, Avengers, a bike, roller blades and I don’t know what that is.” He points to a little black toy.

“Bring it here.” He grabs it and walks over to me. I take it from his hand turning it over. “It’s a drone, bud. You use the remote to control where it flies.”

“Oh, that’s so cool. Can you show me how to do it?”

“Sure, bud. Let’s open the rest of these presents and I’ll take you outside and teach you.”

Razz gets up and starts digging into the pile of toys when there’s a knock on the door. She stops what she’s doing and goes to get up but I shake my head. Getting up and stomping to the front door, pulling it open and low and behold, my parents are standing there in their pajamas with travel mugs of coffee in their hands.

“What are y’all doing here?”

My Ma blushes as my dad grunts out. “She had Razz call her as soon as the kids got up. She wouldn’t even let me get dressed.” I step back and take in what my parents are wearing, matching green and red striped pajamas. What the hell. “Don’t you dare laugh, Trigger.”

I can’t help the chuckle that leaves my lips. “You look good, Pops. I never took you for a matching PJ’s kinda man.” He pushes passed me with a growl. I hug Ma and lead her to the cluttered living room. I watch as the amazement glimmers in her eyes at the kids and Razz in the middle of the living room surrounded by discarded wrapping paper and bows.

She leans closer to me and whispers, “I’m so happy for you. Who’d of thought this time last year that you’d be married with two kids.”

“True, but I knew eventually I’d have a family just had a different wife. I’m glad it turned out the way it did. I can’t even fathom being married to anyone else.”

“It’s fate. People are placed in our paths for a reason. Sadie taught you how to love, but she didn’t teach the meaning of real love like you have with Razz. It just wasn’t your time yet and now there’s no going back. You married your childhood best friend and have made an exceptional life with each other. You’ve got two kids who adore y’all and I’m sure there’ll be more kids added in the future.”

“There’ll definitely be more babies. I want a mini-Razz running around with her big heart and easy laugh.” The thought of a beautiful little dark-haired girl with bright blue eyes growing makes me change my mind. “Maybe not. I just need a bunch of boys. I’ve got one girl who’s going to turn my hair gray. Yeah, I think I’ll stick with making boys.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice if you could decide the sex of a baby with a snap of your fingers? Sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not how it works.” She laughs at the petulant look on my face.

“Whatever.” I growl. “Just don’t be surprised if I have any daughters that look like Razz and they end up living in a convent.”

“I don’t see their momma allowing that and if they are as headstrong as you and Razz, you don’t stand a chance in hell of sending them anywhere they don’t want to go.”

We spend the next hour tearing through presents and awing over all there presents. My dad gets a call and excuses himself out the front door. Razz hands me two presents and my mom a few as well. I look at her confused because we said we weren’t exchanging gifts this year and were just focusing on the kids. She gives me a shy smile.

“Just open them, Trigger. They’re from the kids.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and begin to open the first present. Moving the tissue paper out of the way, black leather riding gloves come into sight. As I lift them out of the box, I see ‘Trigger’ embroidered on the wrist in lime green and grin. Looking at Emerson, I wink. She’s all about favorite colors and I remember her asking me during the first week we had her what my favorite color was and going into great detail about how I liked green but it had to be a neon green.

“Thank you, Emerson. I love them and can’t wait to wear them.” I set the gloves back in the box and move on to the second. Ripping through the paper with fervor, I start pulling out Henley after Henley in navy blue, black and forest green. At the bottom of the box, is a black shirt with the evolution of a man with a baby in a stroller, a kid on a trike, a teenager on a bigger bike and then a man on a motorcycle. As I glance at Xander under my lashes, he’s waiting nervously to see my reaction. “Bud, how’d you know I needed new Henley’s and this t-shirt,” I hold it up for everyone to see, “is awesome.” He smiles brightly. “This is the best Christmas I’ve had in a really long time thanks to you two.”

Xander fist bumps the air. “Razz told me you needed shirts because yours were holey.” I shoot Razz a glare as she covers her mouth to hold in her giggle. “She wanted me to get you new underwear because she said they were holey too and she was tired of looking at your butt, but I hate getting underwear for Christmas so I told her no.”

“Well, you did good, bud. I hate getting underwear for Christmas too.”

Emerson runs over to me with her new panties in her hands. “I love getting underwear for Christmas. Look it.” She throws them in my lap and starts holding them up one-by-one so close to my face my eyes cross. “I’ve got Cinderella, Elsa, Anna and Troll underwears and they’re so pretty.”

“Yeah, baby girl. They are beautiful underwear.” I whisper.

“I know.” She huffs in her little voice. “Razz has pretty underwear too.” She admits and I choke.

“Mhmmmhmmm.” I don’t want to agree because then she’ll probably want to start wearing lace thongs or see through silk.

My mom claps her hands together, thankfully changing Emerson’s train of thought. “Xander, why don’t you go get your Pops and tell him we’ve got presents to open.” Xander scampers off and out the front door returning moments later with my dad following behind with a fake smile plastered on his face.