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Hello Everyone!

Happy Holidays! I hope you are all having a fantastic time.

As a festive treat, I wanted to write a short story of Christmas and New Year with our favourite family. This is a two chapter story.

I hope you like it!

Much Love,

Chelsea x

I slid my hand across the length of the box, pulling the pink glittery paper into place.

"Tape," I held my free hand out to my accomplice. I wriggled my fingers impatiently. "I need more tape."

"I need to find the end first!" Christian moaned, huffing under his breath. I rolled my eyes and waited, hearing just his heavy sighs and the clicking of his nails against the roll. "For fucks sake, why didn't you just get it wrapped at the store?" he grumbled.

"Because it's not the same," I said, twisting around to face him. I was sat between his thighs, his back to the headboard and mine to his chest. We were in the middle of the bed, surrounding by all colours of wrapping paper, bows and ribbons - as well as a mountain of presents from every toy store in the damned country.

As I turned, I saw his brow glisten with sweat and his features twist in concentration. He continued to pick at the roll of tape, trying to find the end he had just minutes before.

"Just give it to me," I sighed, snatching the tape from his hands. I studied it for a few seconds, turning it between my fingers, until I found the end without too much distress. I peeled it back and bit off a small piece, just enough to hold the paper together. You can't go overboard with the tape when you have children. Unless, of course, you want to spend Christmas morning with a red-faced, crying child, stamping their feet because they can't open their presents.

"Next year we are buying one of those fucking tape dispenser things if you insist on doing this yourself." He grunted, folding his arms across his chest. He shook his head and I knew then he was bored of the task at hand. I resisted the urge to laugh at his petulant nature. "Why are you leaving it 'til now anyway? It's Christmas Eve."

"Only just," I reminded him, pointing to the alarm clock on the bedside table. It's 5:35a.m and we had been up all night trying to finish wrapping the presents for the big day. "And it was your idea to fly here for the holidays. I would have had all of this done if we were staying at home. But instead, I was busy trying to organise the kids and our bags."

He shrugged his shoulders, dismissing my statement.

"We always said we would go away for Christmas," he shrugged. "It made sense to do it this year. Our parents are all away for the holidays. Mia and Ethan are still on honeymoon. Kate and Elliot are taking Ava to Paris... You love Aspen. Especially in winter."

He was right, of course. I've loved Aspen and our house here since the first time we came, when we were newlyweds.

Christian leaned forward and slipped his hands around my waist. He pulled me away from my neat semi-circle of gift wrapping and brought me into his chest.

"I just wanted Ted and Phoebe to experience a real white Christmas – snow on Christmas day, drinking cocoa by a roaring log fire…" he softened his eyes as he spoke of our children. "I promised them we would make snowmen this year. Phoebe is still obsessed with that fucking ice movie."

"You give into them too easy." I pointed my finger, trying to chastise him. He pouted his bottom lip. I fell into his embrace, dropping my head onto his chest. I was tired and I could see that he was too – his eyes were lined with creases and were dark and leaden. "You spoil our children. They say jump and you say how high. It's always been that way, since the day they were born."

When our children first entered the world, Christian doted on them as I always knew he would. He showered them with kisses and told them a hundred times over just how much he loved them - how he would always keep them safe. But as they have grown older, his love is expressed in other ways too. He still showers them with affection but he also spoils them, giving in to their every demand. They have him wrapped around their little fingers and by god do they know it. Even at their tender ages – Ted at the gloriously inquisitive four years and Phoebe firmly set in the terrible twos – they have everything and more. Every Christmas and birthday, the gifts get bigger, more expensive and more elaborate. This year is no different with them each getting motorised cars – Audis, just like their daddy. Ted's is sleek and midnight blue, whilst his sister's is a garish neon pink – her favourite colour.

"I like seeing them smile. It's the most amazing thing in the world," he purred into ear. His palms worked their way up my torso, disappearing beneath my night shirt. "I like seeing you smile, too."

I giggled as his cold fingers traced my ribs. I curled into his lap and nuzzled my lips into the side of his neck. He hummed a deep, throaty noise in response. I looked mindlessly around our Aspen bedroom, at its warm colours and festive details. Little has changed since our first trip here. The only real changes were the additions of children's beds into the spare bedrooms, and toys scattered in every corner of the house.

We had the house decorated with garlands, lights and ornaments before we arrived, leaving just the trimming of the big tree to us. Teddy loves putting the angel on top of the tree each year.

Christian's lips tickled my ear lobe, slowly working their way down my jaw. I tilted my head back, expecting his mouth to merge with mine. He hovered over me, his warm breath stroking my skin.

"I wonder how many times I can have my wicked way with you before we are disturbed," he whispered.

I prised my eyes open and looked into his dark greys, finding them full of arousal and sin. They dipped from my gaze, lingering on my mouth before floating down to my chest. His fingers lifted to the first button of my shirt, making deft work at pulling it apart. He pushed his hand inside and roamed my breasts, circling my nipple with his palm.

"Hard already?"

"You can talk," I snorted, feeling his length prod at my hip. He smirked and held me close to his chest while his mouth explored mine.

I reached up with my hand, to cup his cheek. My fingers froze as I heard an intrusion at our door.

"Mommy!" I heard Phoebe shout in between the sound of tiny fists banging on the door. "Mommy! Mommy!"

"Mommy? Daddy?" Ted joined his sister, his voice much calmer than hers. They continued to pound on the door.

I sighed and dropped my head back against Christian's shoulder. He inhaled a long breath and shook his head, a small smile creeping over his lips. He rolled away from me and proceeded to stand up. He kept his back to me for a second and when he turned again, his hardened crotch had returned to its flaccid state.

"Better let them in before they knock it down completely," he whispered and began to walk over to the door. "I locked it. To stop them running in like they usually do."

I nodded. Ever since Phoebe taught herself to walk and climb out of her crib, she has woken in the dead of night and come blaring into our bedroom. She usually stops on the way, collecting her brother, before attempting to climb into bed with us. Before we left for Aspen, we had managed to get her to sleep in her own bed for much of the night, but I expected that the disruption to her routine would cause us problems in the long run.

"Be there in a minute –" I called out. Christian turned to face me, a confused look on his face. I pointed to the bed and dropped my voice. "The presents!"

He mouthed an 'oh' and quickly joined me in shoving everything into the boxes and bags they were in before. I pushed several items under our bed while Christian took the remainder to the closet. I checked the room to make sure there was nothing untoward lying around before giving him the okay to let them in.

Christian turned the key and yanked the door wide open, revealing our small and sleepy monsters standing on the other side. Phoebe, almost half the height of her brother, was hunched forward, dragging her baby blanket on the floor. She looked up to Christian, her pink lips pouted.

"What are you two doing out of bed?" Christian asked in a quiet voice. He crouched down in front of them, bringing himself to their eye line. He held his arms out for them to step into, which they did immediately. "It's too early for you to be awake." He mumbled as they rushed into his arms, throwing theirs around his neck.

"The wind scared Be-Be," Teddy yawned as he rubbed his fingers into his eyes. He dropped his cheek onto Christian's shoulder. I smiled as he referred to his sister. He always struggled with her name, so instead we settled on Be-Be as a nickname. Everyone in the family calls her that now. "She was crying in her bed."

"You were?" Christian's voice shifted to a more worried tone. He leaned away from them and focused on Phoebe.

I stepped to the side to take look at her and nodded as I saw that her eyes were glassy and red. Her cheeks looked sticky from tears.

"Oh baby…" Christian lifted her into his arms, cuddling her to his chest. She made a whimpering noise.

I moved over to them and came to Ted's side, taking him in my arms. I lifted him onto my hip and offered him the same attention Christian was giving Phoebe.

"Did you check on her?" I asked my son.

When did he get so heavy? I thought to myself as I struggled with his weight.

"I gave her a hug but she wanted you." Ted told me, placing his hands around my neck. He nuzzled his head into me, taking deep and shallow breaths.

"You're a good boy," I kissed his forehead.

Christian whispered something to Phoebe as he carried her over to our bed. With one hand under her butt, he used his other to throw back the comforter. He placed her cleanly in the middle of the bed but she intuitively rolled over to my side, shoving her head into my pillow and curling herself around it.

I joined them with Ted, lowering him onto Christian's side. I stood over them for a moment, smiling at the sight of them so small in the vastness of our bed. We made sure both our beds here and in Seattle were triple the ordinary size, making them big enough to accommodate all four of us together. Every Sunday morning we bring them into our beds to spend some quality time together. It usually involves us watching something on Christian's iPad or him reading them a story, complete with differing voices for each character.

"She wasn't settling earlier because of the storm," I whispered to Christian as he draped his arm across my shoulders. "I thought her music box would help drown out the noise."

"She'll be fine," he assured me, pressing a kiss to my temple. "She just needs her mommy's smell, that's all." He pointed to her as she rubbed her face into my pillow, absorbing my scent. "Come on, let's get in with them. We might be able to sneak in a few hours before they're up again."

I nodded and rounded the bed, climbing in beside Phoebe. I was careful not to disturb her too much. I pulled my pillow from her tight grip and urged her towards me, allowing her to lie across my chest, just as she did as a baby. I pulled the comforter around us, to keep out the sharp bite of the air.

My daughter is a carbon-copy of me with her thick, dark curls and pale complexion. Her eyes are a precious wash of my cornflower blue and Christian's concrete greys. She has his temperament, though. She knows what she wants and just how to get it. Ted, on the other hand, is very much like me in terms of personality. He can be moody and stubborn like his father, but my more reserved demeanour is evident in him. He looks just like Christian – copper hair that always hangs too low in the front, no matter how many times we cut it; full, sweet lips that offer the most heart-warming of kisses; perfectly sculpted features that can express so many different emotions. When he's upset over something, that's when you can really see Christian in him. He has the same grumpy, stern expression. It can be quite funny on occasion.

Christian crawled into the bed beside Teddy and reached to turn off the lights. The room was swathed in darkness, except for a shimmer of the rising sun creeping in through a gap in the drapes. Ted rolled into Christian's side and he dropped his arm around his father's waist. Christian shifted slightly and kissed the top of Ted's head before placing his own back down onto the pillow.

"I can't wait for them to open their presents," Christian mouthed quietly .There was no need to whisper as both of them were safely back in the land of Nod. Phoebe let out a little snore on my chest.

"Me neither," I smiled. I ran my fingers through her soft curls. "Remember our promise?" I asked him.

"I remembered," he whispered.

Every year I beg Christian to keep non-family friendly gifts away from the children. The last thing I need is them asking questions about some of the naughtier presents I've been bestowed. He's embarrassed me before, leaving racier items under the tree for me to open in front of family. Our first Christmas with Teddy was the worst. Luckily, our families were too wrapped up in their own gifts to pay attention to what I was opening. Christian had planted himself in front of me as I opened the narrow, white box. Inside was a bright pink sex toy hidden under masses of tissue paper. I dropped the box immediately, my whole face burning up. He laughed, finding such amusement in my reaction. He had had it custom made to be an exact replica of his manhood – he told me he despised the idea of us using a toy made in the image of another man. Back then I hadn't delved into that level of experimentation too often, but his gift proved very useful during endless hours of fun between the sheets. Even during some of his lengthier business trips away from home…

"We can open our gifts in private this year," he added. He reached across with his hand, holding his palm open to me. I slipped my fingers between the gaps of his. "Let it be all about them."

"As it should be." I pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed his knuckles.

I closed my eyes and was quickly swept away, joining my two angels in sleep.

As much as I hate seeing them in distress, I do enjoy these moments when they need me. I know a time will come when they are too big and too proud for their mommy, so I intend to make the most of this while I can.

I let out a long sigh as I sat back into the couch, the cushions moulding themselves to my figure. I wrapped my cold fingers around my mug of steaming hot cocoa, bringing it to my lips. It burned my tongue but was delightful and much needed after such a stressful day. As a child, Christmas day is full of excitement and laughter. As a parent, it's very different – it's exhausting being mommy, chef and toy extraordinaire all at once. Some of the toys were impossible to piece together. Even Christian struggled with several of them, letting out a few choice words in the process.

It had been a joyful day, though. Teddy and Phoebe loved their presents and I loved seeing them grin as they opened each one. They woke early, as expected, desperate to see if Santa would know they were here after all and not back home in Seattle. Teddy was overcome with joy at seeing the letter Santa wrote to him, thanking him for the cookies and milk.

After the wrapping paper had been ripped to shreds and the toys were thrown all over the room, Christian bundled the children up in their coats and took them outside to play in the snow. The blizzard that had swarmed us had finally calmed enough for us to venture outside. I joined them once I had pulled on my own coat and was armed with hats, scarves and mittens to make sure they were warm and wouldn't come down with a chill. Christian loved rolling around with them, making snow angels. He's just a big kid himself. It's one of the many reasons I love him.

We spent our evening watching Christmas movies before the adrenaline had worn off and both children were comatose. Phoebe fell asleep first, spread out on the floor like a starfish. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom, kissing her goodnight before I closed the door. Christian appeared behind me, carrying Ted to his room next door. I left him to tuck Ted in and escaped back downstairs, to finish up my cocoa in front of the fire.

I stared lazily into the flames ahead of me. We had pulled the couch closer to it, to keep ourselves warm during the frosty lull of night. Most rooms in the house have open fireplaces, but this one – in the family room – is my favourite. It's large and the stone face cascades up the wall. We installed a guard when Teddy was a baby, choosing an ornate iron fixture that has swirls and snowflakes embossed through it. Above the mantle hang our now empty stockings, each one with our names embroidered on the front.

"Keeping warm?" Christian murmured from behind me.

I turned my shoulders to him. I watched him from over the cushions as stalked his way to the couch. He was dressed casually, in just jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. I'm in something similar – dark skinny jeans, a plain t-shirt and a cardigan thrown on top. He flashed me a smile as he dropped onto the couch beside me.

I nodded and smiled to him. He leaned back and lowered his arm around my shoulders, tugging me into his side. My head nestled neatly into the crook of his arm. I hummed a sweet noise, enjoying the feel of him against me.

"Hm, hot cocoa," he hummed, reaching over and stealing my mug. He took a long sip, downing most of it in one gulp.

"Hey, make your own!" I gasped, jabbing him in the stomach. He laughed and shook his head, keeping the mug out of my reach.

"Yours always tastes so much sweeter than mine," he licked his lips.

I shook my head at him and pulled away from his side, folding my arms around my front in defiance. He leaned forward and placed the mug on the coffee table and turned his body towards me. His hand came to the back of my neck, cupping and pressing his fingers into my skin.

"Have you had a good day?" he asked.

"It's been perfect," I nodded.

He smiled, almost relieved to hear that.

"Thank you for my gifts," he said, continuing to press his fingers into my neck, soothing and dulling my mind. I smiled. I'm glad he liked them. I got him some of his favourite cologne and a few other luxuries, his main gift waiting for him back at home. He 'opened' it before we came here. I bought him a brand new Audi: a customised and upgraded R8 in pristine white. He has always been obsessed with my R8 so I thought it was time he had his own. I had the white leather upholstery imprinted with his initials, making it truly his. Even the license plate reads CTG 618.

"Thank you for my ring," I whispered, bringing my left hand up into the light. Between my wedding band and engagement ring sat the new addition: an all-around diamond eternity ring. The stones are clean and small. The band is thin, complimenting my rings perfectly. He saved it for last, having already given me a new bottle of the perfume I wore on our wedding day, some antique sapphire earrings, and first editions of the works of Dickins - to accompany the editions of Tess I still have. I tried to give them up a long time ago but Christian bought them back for me. And I'm glad he did.

"I'm glad you like it." He placed his hand around mine, linking our fingers together.

"You have out done yourself this year, Mr Grey." I rolled my head to him and pressed forward, bringing my lips to his. He tasted of chocolate and whipped cream. Delicious.

"You got me a car. A diamond ring is nothing in return." He shook his head, his lips curling into a smile against mine.

"It's more than just a ring," I reminded him. "Hm… maybe I should give you something else in exchange for this."

"I don't do tit-for-tat," he reiterated the words he said to me a long time ago. His eyes pierced mine, oozing sincerity.

I licked at his lips, prompting them to part.

"But what if I want to give you my tit in exchange for your tat?" I pushed my hand down to his belt buckle, running my fingers down the length of his zipper, toying with him.

"You're playing a dangerous game, baby." He arched his brow and grabbed my hand. He forced me to cup his crotch, feel him swell under my touch. He stole my mouth, driving his tongue into me.

He yanked me on top of him as he lay down. He pinned me to him, his hands roaming my back, buttocks and thighs. He squeezed me through my jeans. His hips thrusted into mine.

"Christian…" I breathed his name, tightening my fingers around his biceps.

His hand forced its way through our bodies, snatching at the front of my jeans. He tugged hard, trying to push his hand down them. I moaned, lost for a moment, and from the air came –

"Mommy?"

I shot upright, propelling myself off Christian's chest.

I smoothed down my shirt and looked frantically behind the couch. By the staircase stood Teddy in his reindeer pyjamas, his Christmas gift from my mother and Bob. His hands knotted together in front of him.

"Yes, baby?" I said in a breathy voice. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and leaned into the back of the couch, struggling to balance myself on top of Christian's thighs. He remained out of view, still lying down and silent. His hands pushed my legs apart and he shuffled his between the gap to help steady me.

Teddy stepped forward, his lips pursed. He looked curiously at me.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" I asked him before he could say anything. "Why are you out of bed?"

"I'm thirsty," he mumbled. "My cup is gone."

"Oh…" I mouthed, straightening up. "Sorry. I forgot to fill it up for you before you went to bed."

I made to get up from the couch but Christian kept hold of me, his fingers digging into my thighs. I tried to keep a straight face as he began to hitch them higher up my legs.

"Where's daddy?" Teddy asked, looking around the room. I looked down for a second. Christian shook his head.

"Erm… Daddy is in the kitchen," I lied. "I'll get him to fill up your cup, okay? You just head on upstairs and we'll bring it up in a minute."

He nodded and turned, shuffling back towards the staircase. He paused on the first step and twisted back to me, a look of worry on his face.

"Mommy…" he whispered.

"Yes, Teddy?"

"I need to pee," he told me.

"Okay."

Christian finally released me. I quickly moved around the couch and grabbed Teddy's hand, escorting him to the bathroom just off from the family room. I walked him inside and helped him settle, then turned and stood just outside the door, keeping it open a jar in case he needed me.

Christian came towards me, grabbing me quickly and stealing a kiss. He slapped my behind, jolting me forward.

"You're a bad man," I said in a low voice.

"I'm having you as soon as he's gone back upstairs," he warned me, moving his mouth to my neck. He sucked hard. I pushed him away, giggling, the motion of his lips tickling me.

"He'll want me to take him to his room," I shook my head, keeping my voice down. "And you need to get his cup."

"I'm still going to fuck you."

"I didn't say you couldn't," I rubbed my lips together. I smoothed my hands over his pectorals. "If you're lucky, I might even dress up for you."

"Hm…" he pouted his bottom lip and then drew it into his mouth, biting down with his teeth. It stirred something deep in my core to see him do that. "My very own Mrs Claus."

I could see him envisaging me in the red and white mini-dress I packed. It's obscenely short, hardly covering my dignity, but with a Santa hat, some stockings and high heels, it transforms me into the delectable Mrs Claus – a fantasy Christian secretly harboured for years.

He lowered his head and kissed me again, a throaty noise escaping his mouth.

"Just call me Santa and I'm yours, baby…" he groaned. "I'll empty my sack especially for you."

"You are disgusting!" I giggled, shoving him away. He laughed. We heard the flush of the toilet and then Teddy joined us again. "Did you wash your hands?" I asked him.

He nodded and held them out to me, showing them still wet and soapy in places. I used the corner of my cardigan to wipe them and then took his hand in mine.

"I'll get your cup, Teddy Bear. I'll be up in a minute." Christian ruffled Ted's hair and then turned towards the kitchen. He threw me a wink over his shoulder.

I walked with Teddy upstairs, taking him back to his room.

I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach and the aching between my thighs. Even after five years together, he still manages to send me crazy with just a look, a brief touch of his skin against mine, a coy word or two…

He's the master of my universe. He owns me. And for the next however many hours, he will own Mrs Claus too.