The Deal by Z. Elizabeth

Author:Z. Elizabeth [Elizabeth, Z.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Z.Elizabeth
Published: 2014-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Nic

“Well, that went as well as it could have. Have to say, I’m surprised there wasn’t more drama.” Craig says, swinging our attached hands up and down as we walk down the path from his Dad's house. I smile back at him and nod. I know his auntie is watching us from the upstairs bedroom window so I turn around and wave a goodbye to her. My mother and his father were on their best behaviour this morning and they even gave Craig and myself a present, bearing in mind it was alcohol, but it's the thought that counts.

“I'm sure both our parents saw how serious we were when we said we wouldn't speak to them if they acted like little kids today.” I shrug, slipping into the car. Craig follows suit and before we set sail back to our flat, he gives my hand a kiss. I give him a smile and buckle my seatbelt around me.

“Next stop: slaving over the stove whilst all you lot get drunk.” I chuckle, watching the houses pass us by. I wonder what's happening inside them; if the children are giddily playing with their toys, if the adults are as excited as I am, or if anyone is still asleep. Then my heart twinges when I think about those who will be spending the day alone, with no family to buy presents for, to have dinner with, to share the Christmas cheer.

“You all right, Nic? Bit lost in thought there.” Craig gives my shoulder a little shake. I blink out of my thoughts and plaster on a smile. I nod and realise we're home.

“All peachy-keen.” I reply, grabbing all the bags we obtained from our visits and step out of the car. “Ready to start this monstrosity of a dinner?” I follow him up the stairs and step in behind him.

“With me cooking it? Oh girl, this Christmas dinner will blow others out of the damn ocean.” Craig winks and snaps his fingers in a 'oh hell yes' way. I roll my eyes at him and smack his arse to which he mock gasps and holds his cheek bottom, pouting as he rubs it. “Did you just assault me?”

“I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to touch my husband.” I wink and open the front door to our flat, Craig stomping in behind me. I throw the presents on the sofa and head into the kitchen to check on the Turkey. It still has 2 or so hours left to go, and with everything else peeled and stuffed and ready in pots and pans to cook, I open up a bottle of wine, pour myself a large glass and down it in one, sighing in the relief that today is going smoothly so far. I walk back into the living room taking the bottle and another glass with me and pour myself and Craig a glass, handing it to him before cuddling up next to him. He has some children's Christmas film playing on the television which he seems to be enjoying.

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