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Chapter 29 : Christmas with the ‘Family’

Glenn and I headed home to get ready for our company. Mark, Matt, Jeff and Dad were coming to our house with all their respective families for a week, arriving two days before Christmas. David and Catherine would come over for Christmas dinner and to open gifts on the 25th.

We were putting everyone but his parents up at our house, and I thanked the gods that Glenn had bought a house with lots of rooms. The house had just enough, five in all. Mark and Sara would use what we were going to later make into a nursery, once Glenn and I got pregnant, that was next to our room. Matt and Amy, Jeff and Jess would get the ones on the end of the second floor hall. Dad would get the downstairs bedroom on the main floor, so he wouldn’t have to hike all over the house. All the kids would be in the room across from our’s so they could be close to their mothers.

Glenn went over to help David fix some wiring the day before everyone was supposed to arrive, so I took the only opportunity I had to wrap the gifts I had gotten him and everyone else. I had to run down to get enough wrapping paper, to cover everything. I got to work as soon as he left, sorting out what was who’s and all that.

All the girls got something they all wanted, gift certificates. We were planning a big shopping spree when we made our next rip to New York and I had bought a load of gift certificates for everything from Trash and Vaudeville to Saks Fifth Avenue. Mark, the boys and Dad all got individual gifts, since they were honestly easier to shop for. Dad got new clothes and Glenn and I chipped in with the boys to get him a new truck and to have the old house fixed up. Matt would pick up the truck in Raleigh on the way home. Mark got a bunch of New Harley stuff, and a set of saddlebags that had his, Sara, Gunter. Kevin and Marcus’s initals tooled on the flaps.

Matt and Jeff got stuff they needed from Me and Glenn, the girls telling me not to buy them anything they would really want, becasue they were going to get them all the good stuff. So both got new wrestling boots and Kikwear. Jeff got enough bottles of Manic Panic to keep him in it for a year of so. Matt also got a picture of his kids and Amy in the ring.

David and Catherine were hardest to buy for, so Glenn did the shopping for that. He had gotten them some picture his mom had wanted and an Amish quilt we had picked up when we went to Pennsylvania for a house show. Apparently his dad loved Amish stuff and Glenn thought he would like it.

The kids, we were going to spoil them. All four were getting classic Vermont Teddy bears, each with their name monogrammed on it’s left paw. Along with all kinds of toys, Glenn had gotten a gold chain for each of them, with a guardian angel attached. He said he bought them so they knew they were always guarded. I liked the sentiment too, so they would be given to their parents until the kids were old enough to have them.

What I had gotten the big man for Christmas had cost me a hell of a lot of money, but since this would be our first official Christmas together, I wanted to make it special. I tried to get him stuff that he really wanted, first off going for the masses of video games he was getting. Along with the games I had gotten him a bottle of Maison Surrenne Congac, Vintage 1946. I had to go to the Galleria to find a place to order it from France. He liked to drink cognac when we went out on some occasions, and I saw him eyeing the bottle when we had gone out to the Galleria shopping, last spring. I hoped he would like it and the thirty pound box of chocolates from Godiva. I gave it a week before the whole box was gone.

The last thing I had for him was actually the first thing I bought. The gold and silver pocketwatch was the thing I wanted most to give him. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him through that watch. Catherine’s cousin Dan had delivered it to her house and she had called me to let me know it looked perfect. Dan had done the wording in a readable script that made it flawless. Underneath he had added a pair of interlocking hearts, adding to the look. Inside the hearts were our initials, F and G. He had said something to her about coming back with it and he would add the last initial if we wanted. I thought it was perfect as it was. Inside the box I had slipped a note, telling him how much I loved him and how happy I was when he was around. It was really sappy but it spelled out how much I cared for him.

I was putting everything under the tree when I heard the door. I was still wary about Myra making a repeat appearance and went to check, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw Glenn walk in with his Dad. I walked out of the living room and jumped on Glenn’s back, barely fazing him, but making him bend forward so he wouldn’t fall.

“Gotcha. What are you two gentlemen scheming up now?” I stopped for a minute, looking down at my big boyfreind and turning up my nose. I jumped off of him, backing up and holding my nose. “God, you reek.”

David just laughed as Glenn pulled me closer and I tried to get away from him. “It’s called sweating, little girl. I’m an athlete for Christ’s sake. I always sweat around you.”

“Yeah but it’s the middle of December so it ain’t hot, and you ain’t never stunk like this. Good God almighty, Glenn.” I held my nose and backed away. He laughed at the face I made, telling me to go get cleaned up too.

I watched him head for the stairs, asking why I was going to get cleaned up, where was I going. David spoke up, putting his arm around me. “Catherine has it in her head we should go celebrate the fact you two are trying for a baby. She’s ecstatic at the fact she might have a grandchild soon. She made reservations for us at Tony’s. They are for eight.”

I looked at the clock and sprinted upstairs. It was after five now and by the time I fought Glenn for the shower, got dressed and there, we might be late.

I ran into the bedroom, seeing Glenn, standing there, bareass naked and ready to go. He summoned me over with his finger, jerking his dick with the other hand. I walked over, knowing we didn’t have much time and his dad was downstairs.

“Shake it more than twice your playing with it.”

“I wanna play with it, and you. Come lick it.”

I shook my head. “No way in hell. You stink.”

He laughed deep in his chest. “Come on. One good swipe with that tongue.”

I shook my head again, reminding him his father was downstairs. I went over, sat down and stripped out of my own clothes, trying to figure out what I should wear. I felt hands on my shoulders, bending me back to look up at him. I felt the ‘object of his affection’ poking me in the back and knew I was about to get laid.

He leaned closer to kiss me, pulling me up to the bed and laying me down on my stomach. There was no foreplay but he didn’t need to as he stuck one finger in my body and found me already ready for him.

“Someone else a little horny too?”

“Just fuck me.”

I felt him lay on my back, sliding himself to the hilt and working behind me. I had a few small orgasms as he worked, licking my ear lobes and talking to me as he lay above me. I felt him jerk, and moan, his teeth clenched as he came. He pulled out, not turning me over, but laying down fully so I could hear him speak in my ear.

“Thanks for the quickie.”

He kissed me deeply as I recovered my mind, shaking my head as he rolled off of me. I watched him saunter into our bathroom, shaking his ass.

No, I don’t think so!

I got up and ran to the door before he got in, pushing him out of the way, He retaliated by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He carried me into the shower and threw me in, quickly turning on the cold water and dousing me.

“AHHHH!” I jumped out of the shower and grabbed him around the waist, freezing my ass off. He moved closer to me, holding my back as he leaned to turn the water back to where it would be warmer.

“You’re cold.” He got me in the shower, once I was convinced it wasn’t going to freeze me to death. He got in too, his urge now gone. I looked up at him, wanting more than just our quickie. It was his fault I wanted it now. I wrapped my leg around him and pulled him closer, taking his manhood in my hand and stroking it.

It wasn’t long before he was ready, but he shook his head. “Dad’s waiting on us.”

I nodded but looked down as I held him in my grasp. “Promise me… later.” He pulled me close, sucking in a sharp breath as I moved my nails up his dick. He went to nip at my neck as we heard a loud knock on the door.

“Glenn? Faith? Are you two alright in there?”

I held very still as Glenn answered his father. “Yeah we’ll be out in a minute.”

I heard him walk out of our bedroom and let go of my prize. I turned my head up to Glenn, who had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You want a promise? Later on, you suck it, and I’ll fuck it.”

Nice promise, big man.

We finished getting cleaned up, together. He went out to get dressed as I brushed my hair out. The nice thing about him shaving his head is he doesnt have to take care of it all the time, just shave it. Keeps us from fighting over the mirror in there.

I came out, braiding my hair. I looked up at him as he stood at the end of the bed. He wore a dark suit with a black tie and looked damn good. He was watching out the old bay window and turned to me, smiling. I saw my dark blue halter dress laying out on the bed, with my shoes and everything set out. The outfit was semi-revealing, made me look like a mankiller. The shoes I wore with it were three inch spikes, with straps around the ankles. Glenn always called it my slut dress. I looked over at where he was, confused.

“I take it you want me to wear that tonight.?”

He nodded, walking over to me. “I’d rather you didn’t wear anything, but I don’t want everyone getting jealous.” He pulled me closer to him, running his hand up my thigh. “I promised, and ye shall receive. Wear the dress for me.”

I complied, about to turn into jelly. The man can make me go liquid in a heartbeat without trying. I picked up the dress, shocked at what was beneath it for me to wear.

“Glenn. Honey? All of this too?”

He smiled as I picked up a blue corset, that I knew would make my chest run up another inch or so. He had put out thighhighs and a garterbelt, minus the thong, both dark blue matching the dress. This is not stuff I bought either. He had to have picked it up somewhere. I glanced over at him as he sat on the end of the bed.

“I want to see you in it. Put it on.”

I looked at all the pieces, then over at the bedside table and smiled. I saw what he had out, including the handcuffs and one of my old riding crops, knowing what he had in mind for later. I grabbed the corset and shrugged. I wore what he wanted, but plotted in the back of my mind how to turn it around. I was gonna tie him up this time if it killed me.

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We got to Tony’s earlier than we thought we would, since there was not much traffic around there on a Monday night. Glenn drove all of us down there, and was almost amazed himself how quickly we got there. Glenn led me in, giving the man at the door a nasty look as he looked me up and down. Men. If they don’t want other guys to look, they shouldn’t encourage us looking good. So Glenn, if you want me to dress like a slut, other guys are gonna look.

His mother talked to to the Maitré D and we were asked to wait at the bar, our table would be ready in ten minutes. We walked over, David and Glenn both ordering something to drink, then took off for the men’s room. Glenn was not going to let me have anything and I didn’t particularly want anything. I wasnt going to drink if we were trying, and besides I would be playing the DD this time.

I sat there, talking to Catherine, minding my own business, when the bartender put a drink in front of me.

“What’s this?”

I could smell the alcohol as he pointed to a balding, old, nasty-looking guy who resembled a ugly Paul Bearer.

“A martini. From the gentleman.”

“Send it back, please.”

I looked away and at Catherine. I had pushed the drink away from me and started the conversation back up with her. We were talking about when I would start staying home after we concieved, when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and knew it was not Glenn’s. I turned from Catherine and around to see the Paul Bearer guy behind me, leering, and staring me up and down.

“Why hello…”

“And Goodbye.”

I turned, but felt him staring at my back. I could smell the rankness of the drinks he had consumed. Catherine looked at the guy and then to me, confused. She obviously didn’t like this situation. I didn’t either, but I would wait and see. Either I would have to take this guy down a notch or two, or Glenn would come back and set him back on the straight and narrow.

Catherine’s eyes got wide, as the guy took the liberty to run his hand down my thigh. “Nice. Do you charge much?”

Oh, that pissed me off. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, most of the bar looking at me as I had him down on the floor, tears coming from his eyes. I wasn’t putting that much pressure on him, give me a break. He was gonna learn though. I ain’t no one’s whore. I may be Glenn’s slut once in a while, but I was no whore.

“I don’t know what you think you are, or what you think I am, but you had better step off.”

I let him go, dropping his hand from mine as Glenn and David walked up. Catherine just watched and shook her head as I stood staring down at the guy. Glenn put his hand on my shoulder and looked down. The guy was actually cowering away from me and glanced up, terrified at the sight of Glenn. Hey, the Big Guy is gentle as a lamb, but when he wants to look intimidating he can be, to a fault.

“Fay, did you hurt him.”

“I just grabbed his hand. I removed it from me.”

Glenn shook his head. He squated down and looked at the guy as the rest of the room watched. “It just isn’t smart to come on to and grab a wrestler’s woman. Especially one who is a wrestler too. That woman is mine and damn strong, and she will not hesitate to defend herself. Won’t do that again? Will ya?”

The old man shook his head, scared almost to the point I thought he was gonna piss his pants. Glenn stood and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Our table is ready, Mom. Sunshine.” He and his dad led us out of the bar, the pervert still sitting in the middle of the floor, sobbing.

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Dinner was great. Tony’s has some of the best italian food in St. Louis. It was romantic, even with his parents there. His dad even made a toast to Glenn and I, raising his wine glass in our direction.

“To Faith and Glenn. Faith, welcome to the family. Glenn, You take care of this girl. I hope to hear your expecting within the year!”

I blushed as Glenn held my hand and smiled. His mom seconded what his dad had said, thanking me again for it. I looked at my hand as Glenn held it and said I didn’t need to be thanked. Glenn was thanks enough. He ended up turning red, from the top of his head down.

We headed home late, dropping his parents at their house on the way. The traffic was getting worse, the holiday rush having started. I finally got us home around midnight. Glenn took me around the waist as we walked up the stairs. He leaned me against the post near the door and put his hand inside my coat, around my back and pulling me closer.

“Go upstairs. Take off that dress and nothing else. Wait on the bed for me.”

I nodded as he opened the door and led me in. Gator and Teke came in yelping at us. He led them to the kitchen and I headed upstairs. I heard him below, talking to them, telling one to get down off of him. I smiled and slunk out of the dress. I circled to my right and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn, I looked like a little slut. I smiled, knowing what he had in mind from earlier and walked over to the table and grabbed the cuffs. I hid them under the pillows just as he walked in. He took off his jacket, throwing it on top of the dresser.

“Come here you.”

Oh, I was gonna have fun with this. I crawled over the bed and knealed down in the middle, smiling at him. He crawled over, pushing me down. I stripped him as he lay over me, throwing his clothes everywhere. I found what I wanted between his legs, giving him a light scratch with my nails, right over the head. He groaned and let me roll him over. I scooted him up closer to the head of the bed, distracting him by sucking on his neck so I could get the cuffs from behind the pillow. I grabbed one, remembering I had to be quicker than him. I opened them both so as to be ready.

I held his hand, running it down my leg and back up our bodies. I pulled away from him, smiling sweetly and then kissing him. Glenn barely felt the metal around his wrist, but did hear the sharp click as it snapped around it. He looked up in time for me to have it other one around his right wrist and both around the head board.

“What in the hell?” He pulled at his bonds as I backed of of him and kneeled between his legs. He fought against the cuffs, testing to see if he could get out. He finally gave up, looking up at the headboard and then down at me as I crawled up his body.

“Turn about is fair play, Sweetheart. Remember how when we first met, you said you would torture and torment me?”

He nodded, knowing full well where this was headed.

“Well, handsome…” I ran my hand down his chest, down to the dark red curls near his manhood. “I get to torment and torture you tonight.” I slid down his body, watching his eyes as I found what I wanted, discovering it was waiting and very ready for me.

“Lookee what I found. Is this what’s gonna make you a daddy?” I licked the underside of him, from the base to the tip and he arched into me like it was the greatest thing in the world. I heard him groan as he lay his head back in complete ecstacy. I did it three or four more times, until I knew it had to be painful, as hard as he was.

I left him alone for a bit, climbing off the bed and standing near where he could see me. He looked me up and down, licking his lips. I was still wearing the lingerie he had bought, and he eyed it like he wanted nothing more than to touch it. I almost let him out, but thought, ‘Nope he is gonna stew for a bit before I let his ass loose’.

I climbed on the bed, my spike heels on either side of his hips. I had grabbed the riding crop from the table and sat just in front of his dick, letting it rest on my back.

“This what you had in mind for the night?”

He shook his head no, testing the cuffs again. “I was supposed to be the one in charge.”

I shook my head. “Youre gonna have to faster than me, my dear.” I leaned down and attacked his neck, nibbling on his ear and licking at his pulse. I let him kiss my neck, feeling a light bite on my shoulder. He got whacked on the leg with the crop for it, snapping his head up in surprise.

“Ouch! Faith!” He tried to pull at the cuffs again, as I leaned up. I chided him for biting me, leaning down again to let him lick the wound. He did, being so gentle I almost didn’t feel it, but felt his teeth go at me again. I whacked him harder, making him jump.

“When did you become a biter?”

“Same time you became a Dominatrix.”

I smiled, raising my legs and postioning him to get inside. “Not a dominatrix baby. Just a little fun. You make yourself a daddy, we wont be able to do this as much. You’ll have to be gentler. Enjoy it.” I moved down so I was knealing over him, all of him inside. The man has got a firehose between his legs, I swear to God. Confirm it. Look at that package when you see him on the show. Nice Shadow Glenn.

He moved up, and I kept him down, rolling my pelvis back to keep him there. I could tell he was getting pissed. He is the type who likes things ‘hands-on’. He was trying to touch me for all he was worth, pulling on the cuffs, cussing at me as I rode him. Yeah I know I said I didn’t like riding him. This was an exception. I wanted to see how far I could push him before I made him beg. I wanted him to say please. This time he would learn the lesson.

He kept pushing his hips into mine, cursing that he wanted out. He wanted to be in control. He knew he was about to lose it, I could hear it in his voice. I finally heard him say the word I wanted to hear and knew it was time for me to let him go. I leaned up to loosen one cuff, letting it fall away. I didn’t get to unlatch the other as he turned me over, pulling out of my body as he did and taking it himself.

He was almost merciless as he worked, pushing his own body to the limit and striking hard with every thrust. He was going to yank his own shoulder off if he kept up like this. He still had one hand on the headboard, attached to it with the cuff as he moved, not caring at this point, just commiting the act. I reached up as best I could through my oncoming haze and unhooked his other hand. He pulled it down and wrapped both on them around me, screaming in ecstasy, joy and passion as he let loose, filling me. I heard his moans over mine as I followed him, pullling his head to me, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. He complied, the hot, salty tears running down his face onto my cheeks. He collapsed, exhausted above me, running his hands through my hair.

“Sunshine…”

“I Love you Glenn.”

He pulled me in for a kiss of his own, the tears in his eyes mingling with mine as both ran down my face. He rolled the both of us over and we lay in the afterglow, his hands holding me over him as I fell into sleep, the last words I heard that night being his sweet voice whispering soft and low.

“I Love you, My Angel, My Sunshine. My Faith.”

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I had a rude awakening at about 6 am the next day, Christmas Eve. Gator, Glenn’s big black and tan coonhound mix was barking at the foot of the bed, at Teke, the old grey deerhound, as he was standing over me, licking my face, apparently trying to wake me up. Glenn was in the room, laughing his ass off as Teke gave me lots of doggie kisses. My lover moved Teke down off the bed as he put a tray on my lap, covered in all kinds of good breakfast stuff.

“What’s this for?”

He looked down pointing at the various stuff and explaining. “Prenatal Vitamins, Orange juice, whole grain muffins they sell down at that bakery down the street, yogurt and melon slices. Do you know how hard it is to find a good melon in the middle of December?” I shook my head and asked him why it was in front of me. “Fertility and pregnancy foods. You are going on a special diet for this.”

“Oh thanks.” I rolled my eyes at him as he laughed.

“Quit. I ain’t going to be left out.”

“Huh?”

He smiled as he kissed me on the cheek. “I’m going on it too. No alcohol, caffeine or you being around anyone who is smoking. I want you and our baby to be completely healthy.”

I smirked at him as I took a sip from the orange juice glass. “You taking the Vitamins too?”

He nodded, popping two of the four into his mouth and taking a good swig from the glass I had still in my hand. “I’ll take the vitamins, I told you I would take care of you, we’re in this together. I’m not going to be one of those sit back and watch-from-the-sidelines fathers. I’m going to be right there with you, through everything. I don’t want to miss anything. I want to be there for every single bit of it.”

I put my hand on his cheek and rolled my thumb over his eyelid. “Honey I’m not pregnant yet. We just started trying.”

He nodded. “I know. I want to be prepared and give us the best possible chance.” He looked down at the tray and then over to the alarm clock next to me. “Better hurry up. We have to be at the airport by eleven or so.”

I took a bite and asked why, with a mouth full of muffin. “Your dad and brothers get in about noon remember? Mark and Sara will be in around one. We both have to drive back from the aitrport, not everyone will fit in my truck. I got a rental Suburban waiting. Besides, we have to get the rooms ready. Hurry up little girl.” He picked up a piece of the cut up melon and we ate in silence, until he took the tray away and drug me out of bed.

Hey, I was warm.

We got all the bedrooms ready in about an hour. They hadn’t been furnished very fancy, but they were comfortable. Glenn had even gotten his old crib, bassinette and other baby stuff from his mom so the kids would have someplace to sleep. Jeff and Jess were bringing the new little one, so we would really need them. She had told him to keep it here after they left, ‘so my grandchild will have some things to start out with’.

I can see they’re excitied.

Guys, let him knock me up first!

We got out of the house around 11:15, giving it a whirlwind cleaning before we left. We both climbed into the Durango, getting to the airport at about ten til noon. I went to get the rental keys so I could drive Dad and Jeff’s family to the house. Glenn would take Mark and Matt. I met Glenn at the gate, we would meet the two new little ones when all of them got off the plane. They came in on time, Matt carrying a baby, Jeff carrying masses of stuff. Jess and Amy followed, each carrying a baby, with Dad behind and another one.

“Hey y’all!”

I hugged Matt and Jeff around the neck and looked down at the miniatures, little black-haired Moore, a carbon copy of his father, sleeping in his carrier. The little black haired baby boy had a thick head of curls that would make many women jealous. His bright big eyes shone and he put his arms up for someone to hold him.

Glenn looked over my shoulders at Moore. He smiled down at him, saying I’d have one of my own soon enough. Jess and Amy came up, Jess carrying a little girl with soft black hair in her arms. Obviously Jenneca McKay Hardy. She had light creamy copper skin and dark eyes that would one day break many a man’s heart. She was absolutely precious. Mattea was in her mother’s arms, beating on Amy’s shoulder. The little blonde looked so much like Amy it was unreal. She was a little sweetheart, but she already had a nasty little temper.

“Faith. Get this baby, I’m too old to be carrying all this!”

I looked over to where Dad was carrying his luggage and Jeremy. I took the baby from him, carrying him with me as we headed for the gate Mark and Sara would arrive at in less than an hour.

Cranky babies always change plans. Moore and Jeremy threw a fit, wanting down as we waited. Jeff and Matt finally gave up trying to keep them in their arms. We couldn’t let them down, so we decided Matt, Jeff, Dad and I would go ahead and go back to the house with Moore and Jeremy. Amy and Jess would stay with Mattea, Jenneca and Glenn, waiting on Mark and his family. I looked to Glenn, seeing if it was alright.

“Yeah. Go ahead and get everyone situated. Want me to go pick up something for us all or do you want to cook?”

I grinned evily, shaking my finger. “I have habaneros at the house. I think there’s stuff enough to make chili for the lot.”

He shook his head, wide eyed. “Youre not…”

I smiled nodding my head as I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Extra spicy just to piss off the Texas boy. Pick up a lot of milk on the way home.”

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I got us all home safe, thankfully, as it had started to snow as soon as we left. The little ones were delighted to see the thick white flakes as we rushed them inside. I heard Gator and Teke barking in the garage, remembering to let them out as soon as everyone was settled. I told Jeff, Jess and Matt to hold on while I showed Dad his room. He was getting settled in while I showed them their rooms upstairs. I told them how to get to the kitchen, saying whenever they were done they could meet me down there.

I was finishing the meat up as Matt and Dad walked in. Jeff followed behind, immeadiately bounding over to see what I had in the pot. He took one look and laughed. “What are we going to strip the paint off of today?”

I smiled, looking down in the kettle as I cut and worked the peppers in with the meat. “Not stripping anything Jeffrey. Gonna make it just as spicy as I usually do at home. Think it’ll eat the lining of his stomach well enough?”

He nodded, looking at the ingredients set to the side. He picked up the two bottles of Tabasco sauce, looking at both labels. “Chipotle and Habanero. I hope you’ve got Milk, pepto and Antacids in ready supply. Has Glenn eaten this?”

“Yeah, just gives him bad heartburn for an hour or so now. He’s getting to be immune pretty quick. This isn’t for Glenn.”

Mark sat dow at the bar in the middle of the kitchen, smirking. “You’re doing it to piss off Mark.”

I turned to Matt and pointed my wooden spoon at him. “Bingo, Big brother. You win a prize. Hand me the garlic powder.”

Dad looked over my shoulder as he went to sit at the table. “You better get some towels in here then Faith.” I turned my head to him and remembered what happened the first time Glenn had tried it. I nodded, saying I’d get a few later. If Glenn’s nice water spraying party was any indication, this should be even more fun.

The Rest of them got in about an two hours later, carrying around luggage, toys, presents and a little Marcus who was blabbing to his dad at a quick little pace. Glenn showed Jess, Amy, Mark and Sara to where they would be sleeping as I got Matt and Jeff to help me set the table. Glenn went out to the car again, coming in with four or so gallons of milk.

“We’d have been here earlier but the store was packed. Four enough?”

I nodded, saying we had two in the fridge already. “Will you please make some cornbread? I gotta dig something out for the little ones to eat.” He did as I dug around the cabinet, looking for some peaches. I knew I had bought some, finally finding them in the back of the cabinet. I asked the girls if they wanted to feed the little ones first, since we had a while before we could eat.

They did, Jess carrying Jeremy down. Jenneca, being almost a year old, was already walking and following behind her. Amy brought down Moore, saying Mattea was already down for a nap. Mark carried his son in over his shoulder, handing him to Glenn, saying he needed to practice. He took the little boy in his arms willingly, feeding him as I finished the chili and checked on everything else.

I asked that everyone wanted to drink with dinner. Dad, Matt Jeff, Jess, Amy and Glenn, all knowing what I had made, asked for milk. Smart move. Sara apparently sensed something was up, asking for the same. Only Mark asked for a beer.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, what’s he got in here?”

He reached into the fridge, pulling out of of the longnecks Glenn wasn’t going to drink, now that we were trying. He sat down as Glenn, Matt and Dad all shook their heads in pity. Oh Joy! Rapture!

I set out the pot, telling everyone to dig in, passing around cornbread muffins. I invited Mark to take the first bite, telling him I wanted to see what a Texas boy though of my chili.

“Cant be too hot. Let’s see.” He took a bite, mouthing it a bit. “Not bad. I…”

I saw the tears in his eyes as he literally grabbed the glass of milk next to Sara and drained it. Well at least he didn’t get the kitchen floor wet.

“What in the blue hell is in that? God DAMN!” He fanned his mouth as Glenn passed him another glass of milk.

“Uh… Beef, black beans, green sweet chiles, Habaneros, Chipotle and Habanero tabasco sauce. Some other stuff. Too hot?” I looked at him innocently as everyone else began to eat, the recipe already making their stoamchs cast iron in the past.

“Gilbert, you sure taught this girl to cook!” Mark pointed to me as I smiled, spoon sticking out of my mouth.

“She taught herself. Learned to help take care of the three of us.”

Mark looked at the bowl again. He scratched his chin, pointing down at the steaming food. “Make some of this stuff and feed it to Steve and Vince. I wanna see steam come out of their ears.”

I told him I would, next time we were all in St. Louis. “You gotta play down how hot it is though. Jeff thinks this stuff would strip the chrome off a bumper.”

He nodded, agreeing with Spot and smiling. “Can I get the recipe? I need to strip the paint from one of my bikes.”

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The Next morning was Christmas, the first Glenn and I would spend together. We had invited his parents over for that night, to let my family meet his. Today was going to be special, no matter what the cost.

I was up at about 7 am, getting this nearly forty pound goose that Glenn had found ready for later. He insisted on goose. ‘Family tradition’. That’s why I was stuffing it at 7:30 in the morning. Oh, to make my man happy. Luv ya Big Guy.

I put on a pot of coffee and every man in the house came down, looking for the smell of their morning caffeine. Mark came down first, pouring himself three cups right in a row. Straight Black. Nasty. Blech. Matt and Jeff came down, looking for breakfast, as usual. I told them they would have to wait.

“I’ll finish this feed you. Where the hell is Glenn?”

Jeff rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Taking care of Jeremy. He woke up about the time I did, had gas. Glenn’s taking care of him.”

I shrugged, tunring back to pick up the big ass bird and put it in the oven. It had just barely fit, and we have a big oven. Damn that thing is heavy as hell! I got all the crap off my hands, and started breakfast for the three ‘starving’ men in my kitchen. They got what I found, diggin out stuff for pancakes. I put out enough to feed an army and heard them all over my shoulder, fighting for them.

“Kids! Quit fighting.”

I heard Jeff call over his shoulder, ‘YES MOM!’ He got a whack on the head for that one, when I came back with more pancakes. I ended up making three batches for them alone, and I still hadnt fed Glenn, Dad, the kids and the girls!

Glenn came in with Dad and Jeremy a few minutes later. Glenn shared his with Jeremy, tearing off small pieces of a cool pancake and feeding him. Jess, Amy and Sara came down soon after, asking if I had wrapping paper so they could wrap stuff before dinner. I told them where they could find it after breakfast, taking Jeremy from Glenn so the big man could eat.

“When are the Jacobses showing up?” Dad looked over his shoulder at me, attacking his breakfast.

“Sometime around four. Dinner should be on the table by five.”

He nodded as I turned back to cooking for tonight. I looked at the list of stuff Glenn had asked me to make, since I had volunteered for it, and sighed.

“This may take a while.”

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David and Catherine showed up at four on the dot, just as I was pulling out the bird of doom. I had to have Glenn help me lift it, apparently it was a lot bigger than forty pounds like I thought. We got it on the table at right before five along with everything else. I had cooked a major spread, and I had to admit it smelled damn good.

I’m gonna make ya hungry with this, so I hope you ate beforehand. We had the goose, and stuffing of course. Glenn had insisted on Candied yams and Mashed potatoes, with gravy and the works. I had made buttermilk biscuists and all sorts of vegatables, including salad and different breads. It looked good. Like a perfect family-type Christmas. Hello Christmas cards. No I’m not trying to be Martha Stewart. Evil bitch! I just want the perfect Christmas with my family at least once. I say, next year, Jess will do it!

I made Glenn, the master pyro, go start a fire in the living room as Matt, Jeff and Mark cleaned up the mess after dinner. I promised everyone a piece of Catherine’s Apple pie after we had opened presents. I stuck it on warm in the oven so it would be ready, as we all headed in to the living room. The boys all joined us after they were done and Jeff begged to be the one to pass out presents.

My brother, the prepetual kid.

He passed everything out to the kids first, Jenneca absolutely falling in love with her bear. I knew from Jess that she could talk, but she hadn’t said anything as long as she was here. I heard her sitting on her new mother’s lap, long brown fingers wrapped around the bear we had given her. She looked up at Jess, squealing with delight.

“BEAR!”

She and Jeremy both held theirs with joy, the other three more interested in the bags we had them in. Their mother’s were given the gold angels and told that they could give them to them when they were old enough. Not only did all the kids get gifts from us, but from everyone, even Catherine and David, who gave them each a savings bond for college. “Start now!”

Matt and Jeff liked the wrestling boots and Kikwear we had gotten them, but apparently loved what Jess and Amy had given them. They didn’t show us that they had gotten, but I found out later both had gotten a gaggle of sex toys, specifically for use on their partner. Something about plaster and all of them being molded? I think that was more present for Amy and Jess. What do you think?

Sara and the girls loved the idea of a shopping spree. The company was due to head for New York about the end of Febuary, and we all were definitely going to unload our wallets while we were there.

Mark got a kick out of that saddle bag. He wanted another and we told him we’d get him one. That man is in lust with his bikes, and loved the Harley stuff we had gotten for him, mostly shirts because he kept getting baby puke on the back of them.

David and Catherine adored the quilt and painting. I told them we didn’t know what to get so we had hoped they would like them. David said they were wonderful, the quilt would go in his collection. I told him I would remember that for next year, maybe would pick one up next time we were in Pennsylvania.

Dad was surprised by the title for his new truck. He was using mine, which wasn’t really reliable anymore, and really needed the new one. He was a bit unhappy that we wanted to pay to remodel his house, but Matt explained we were just going to put new siding on it and level out the driveway. He thanked all of us, even Glenn, who he called ‘son’ more than once.

I handed Glenn his presents myself, starting with the chocolates. He opened them up and started eating them.

“Pig. Share.”

He passed it to Mark, asking if he wanted one. “Yeah. Sure man, why not.” Glenn pulled them away from him and clutched them to his chest.

“You can’t have them. My Precious! Chocolate!”

Catherine finally got them away from him, chiding her son and passing them around. I was the only one who didn’t take one. Glenn said I could, but I reminded him I was on the baby diet he had put me on. “Lock those Candies up. Or I’ll eat the box!”

I gave him his bottle of cognac, watching his eyes as he saw the type and date. “Maison Surrenne 1946? Where the hell did you get this? I have only ever seen one bottle.”

“I ordered it from France. Your Mom went with me when I got it. You like cognac, and this is supposed to be some of the best. Nothing but for you, sweetheart.” He kissed me on the cheek as I handed him the third gift.

He stopped as he opened it, apparently recognizing the design on the top.

“Dan?”

I nodded. “Open it. I hope you like it.”

He did, picking it up out of the case and running his hand over the stag impression on top. “It’s…” He clicked it open,, staring at the engraving opposite the face. “It’s perfect. When did you get this?”

“Back in August. I thought you might want a watch, and I wanted something special. I meant what I said inside.”

Jess looked over at me, then to Glenn. “What’s it say?”

He looked down at it again, swiping a bit at his eye. I didn’t know I’d bring him to tears. He looked at my sister-in-law, pausing as he cleared his throat.

“It says, ‘I love you, more than you’ll ever know. Sunshine’.”

Jess, Sara and Amy all said, ‘Awww’ as Glenn kissed me in front of everyone. He didn’t care as he held me close, pulling away to say he loved me too.

David spoke to his son, handing him two envelopes. “Here Glenn. I think It’s time she had these.”

He nodded, taking the large plain envelopes from his father. He felt one, then the other, handing me the second. “You have to open this first. Then I’ll give you this one.”

I took it from him, very confused, and opened it. Inside was a couple pictures and a piece of paper with Glenn’s signature on it. I took out the pictures and looked. One was of Gypsy, who was still at Dad’s, and the other was of a yearling colt, a very light dapple grey with bright eyes and a blue halter. I pulled out the paper, realizing it was a title deed to thirty acres outside of town. I looked up at him as he pointed to each.

“The colt is a thoroughbred named Bumblebee. He’s yours. The picture of Gypsy is because your dad and I are going to get her and bring her here, to stay. Once it gets warmer at least.” He held up the land deed and pointed to an open space next to his name. Underneath it was mine, typed. “All this needs is your signature and you will have a place to keep them both. It’s not much, but there’s a house we can have someone live in so they’re taken care of all the time. This is your first present.” He got a pen from Mark and held it out to me. I took it, signing my name and wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me on the cheek as I thanked him for bringing Gypsy home.

He pulled away only after I had stopped kissing him all over and handed me the second envelope. “I want you to read this out loud. I’ll be right back.”

He walked out of the room as I opened the letter and read, everyone waiting.

“Faith. I wanted so much to make this as right and wonderful as I could. I don’t know If I’m doing it right but I’m damn scared. I thought at first I could just tell you how I feel, how much I love you. But I can’t say it. I want to, but there is no word in any language to descirbe how much I love you. I can’t keep it in, I love you so much. You are my angel. You are my Sunshine.” I wiped my eyes, not even halfway through the letter and about to start bawling.

Mark put his hand on my shoulder and told me to finish it. I turned back to the paper and tried to finish, not sure I could do it.

“I always said, one day I would make you mine. I have wanted to marry you for a long time Faith. I was just too chicken-shit to ask, scared of being burned again. I know now, that you are the one I was made for. As you were made for me, I was made for you. We have always been one, no matter what. For you accepted all my faults as wonderful things, and never gave up when we were apart. You believed, in me and in love. You were patient and wanted to wait on me, wait for the time to be right. Now the time is right. I am in love with you Faith. I’m probably standing in the doorway by now, you havng read this to everyone. I want you to know that there is no way I could go on without you as mine. I love you. Look up.”

I did and Glenn was kneeling in front of me, a black velvet box in his hand. It was heavy as he put it in my hand.

“Faith.”

I looked at him as tears ran down my face, the rest of our families watching as he opened the box. Inside was a beautiful sapphire necklace, with diamonds on either side of the pendant. Below it was a matching set of sapphire studs. In between the earrings and necklace was a ring, platinum with marquis-cut diamond, flanked by small round sapphires. He took the ring in his hand and held mine.

“Faith Colleen Hardy. I promised you one day I would make you my wife. I got this back in August, and waited this long for the day our families would be around to see it happen. I wanted this to be perfect for you and it is and will be, if you answer my question. Faith, will you marry me? I want you to be my wife.” I looked down as he slipped the ring onto my hand. It was lighter than the heavy thing I wore at shows and felt incredibly right. It took a second for it to sink in. Glenn had just asked me to marry him.

I looked into his eyes and nodded, throwing myself on his lap and crying into his shoulder. “Yes. A thousand times yes! I will.”

I heard clapping as he pulled me into a kiss that rivaled the one at our fake wedding. He wanted nothng more than me and I cried, not caring who else was in the room or what they thought. I didn’t pull away as I whispered to him that I loved him and never wanted to let go.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The few minutes after Glenn proposed was crazy. Catherine cried right along side me as I sat in her son’s arms, saying she was happy for the both of us. I didn’t want to move from that spot as Mark toasted Glenn and I, saying this would last forever, if it killed him or he killed us both. My dad and brothers all welcomed Glenn, he was now offically a Hardy in their eyes.

The whole moment broke up when David took my hand, thanking me again for loving his son. He turned to Glenn, putting his hand on his shoulder. “And now, Glenn, you get to break the curse.”

Mark sat back and laughed as I looked between my father-in-law-to-be and fiancé. “Curse?”

Glenn shook his head; apparently wishing his father had not brought that up. “Dad, don’t worry about it.”

I put my hand on Glenn’s face, turning him to look at me. “Curse?”

Catherine looked to me, smiling. “It’s a Jacobs family thing. You’ll see when you go to a family reunion that there are a lot of girls. In fact in the last thrity-six or so years, there have only been two boys born. Glenn and his cousin…”

I smirked, getting it now. “Curtis.” I poked Glenn in the arm. “You want a boy don’t you?”

He nodded, finishing what his mother hadn’t. “My grandmother goes around saying the Jacobs family curse is we all go around marrying women who are too dominating, so we all end up having girls. I want to prove her wrong.”

I sat back on his chest, looking at the little ones playin on the floor in front of us. I looked at Matt, who was always the more scientific of the three of us. “Matt, genetics. Who determines the sex?”

He laughed. He pointed to the Big Guy and smiled. “You better pray those little swimmers you got are for making boys.”

Glenn flipped Matt the bird and smiled. “I don’t give a damn what we have. All I care about right now is that she will be my wife. We could have all girls and I would still be the happiest man on the planet, because I will be with Faith.” He kissed me again, throwing up another middle finger when Mark made a comment about he would probably be trying again tonight.
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