Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

“These lace pajamas can’t be cheap, right?” Marina snapped back to reality. Her mother, Nelly Hunter, was holding up the pajamas she’d bought yesterday, measuring them against herself. “Not bad taste. This size would fit me too. How about you give me one set?” She snatched the pajamas back, annoyed. “Mom, how many times have I told you? Don't rummage through my things!” “Besides, how could something for a young girl fit you? You’re already in your fifties!”

I couldn't believe that I was doing this to Blake. Dylan, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered. He hooked his finger into the hem of his underwear right in front of me and began pulling it down slowly. "What's that on your bed? Why is it moving?" Blake asked sharply all of a sudden. My entire body stiffened with fear. Dylan also paused. He clamped his legs around me and gave Blake a vague answer, saying, "It's just a big plushie. What's wrong?" Just then, the living room door creaked open.

Maybe Alex would leave before Jason even— “Hey, have you seen my phone? I..." Jason’s voice came from upstairs and he was wearing— Oh My God. He was wearing my lavender pajama set. The one with the little white stars and soft cotton pants that cinch at the ankle. Technically unisex… but very clearly mine. Way too tight in the shoulders, and the pants were riding up his calves like they were fighting for their life. The pajama shirt was clinging to him like it owed him money. The pants looked like they were one wrong move away from surrender.

that was his first, I smiled as I walked up into my room “why does my pj’s smell awful” I said as I sniffed my pajamas after taking my bath about sleeping. I had a lot of night wears but I washed all in the afternoon thinking that my blue pajamas were clean but I just realized now that it isn’t. since I was the only one in my room, I could sleep naked and not bother but I still had to go say goodnight to Jane before retiring to bed. What to wear became a problem to me when I wanted to go see Jane, I went through my wardrobe and found the oversized polo that Austin had given to me the day I went to his house to spend the night with him.

She pushed her hands through her hair to make it look ruffled and burst into the bedroom. Jasper perched on a young boy's bed, watching him open the gift that he had given him, or in fact, the gift that Santa had presented him with a huge belly laugh and lots of ho ho ho's. He'd seen the joyful smile on the chronically ill child's face as he'd slowly torn the wrapping paper off. His heart broke when he thought that this cheeky little lad might not see next Christmas. At the rate he was going, he might not even see Spring.

I feel everyone’s eyes on me, and my cheeks start to burn. “I, uh… didn’t bring matching pajamas,” I mumble, shifting uncomfortably. “I didn’t know it was, like, a requirement.” Presley’s smile widens, and there’s a flicker of something triumphant in her gaze. “Oh, don’t worry,” she says, feigning innocence. “We didn’t expect you to know. But Sadie, Tamrin, and I decided to coordinate tonight. See?” She stands up, showing off her silky, matching pajama set—a soft pink fabric with little stars printed all over it. She does a twirl to show off the pajamas. I look at the others and they look like a perfectly planned trio, a little sleepover squad, while I’m here in my jeans and hoodie, stickin

This was going well. "Here," I said, moving quickly to my small dresser. I pulled open the bottom drawer and retrieved an oversized pajama set. A pink set. "You can wear these." "Why are all your clothes pink? Pretty sure that’s not your favorite color." "Long story. Mom’s a fan of pink. They were a gift she got for Tyler and he refused to wear. So... I inherited them." "I’m not wearing that," he said flatly. "Suit yourself." I tossed the pajamas onto the desk chair, pretending the little spike of panic in my chest didn’t exist. Fine. If he wanted to stand there half-naked and dripping that was entirely on him.

Helena, Montana Christmas Day The shouting and sound of things being thrown and broken had gone on for a while, with an intensity and pitch that would alarm pretty much anyone. But for the little blond boy in the smiley-face pajamas hiding under the bed covers, this was nothing new. It was, in fact, his life as he’d always known it.

“I have been looking at photo ideas.” Bianca says, pulling out her phone. “I thought maybe we could do simple for Ethan’s first Christmas.” “Simple never stays simple. Trust me.” I warn teasingly and she rolls her eyes at me. She continues to scrolls, before turning the phone slightly towards me. “What do you think about matching pajamas?” I narrow my eyes slightly before shaking my head. “No. I think Aiden would riot.” “I would not.” Aiden says immediately and I arch my brow at him again.

His eyes never quite met mine, but when they did, there was nothing but disgust. I slouched into the chair across from them, crossing my arms. "Do you believe those clothes are appropriate to see us in?" Grandma asked, narrowing her eyes. "I don't know your likes, wants, or expectations," I said, glaring back. "Do my pajamas make you uncomfortable?" I was wearing footie lion pajamas. They weren't exactly high fashion, but I was at home. I wasn't about to change to please them after they'd greeted me so hostile. "Why would you wear those?" Grandpa asked, eyeing me like I was some circus freak.