Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

Jenna Brooks’s Pov There it was. What Jeanette had wanted to say to me the moment she got downstairs. She probably wanted to complain about my pajamas, my Disney princess pajamas which I was just realizing was too childish, even for me. I should never have worn it in the first place. “I know, I should have thought about how ridiculous I would look” I replied, my head down. I could hear some whispering, probably Auntie Laurel telling Jeanette to apologize because that was what she did after the whispering stopped.

Jaxon asked, holding up two sets of little onesie pajamas. They were so precious, I could hardly stand it. I couldn’t wait to start dressing Cameron up in all the little clothes. "I love them both! They are so cute! We can have a full jungle theme for him!" I exclaimed. Jaxon laughed. "Maybe we should name him George if he’s going to be king of his own jungle," he suggested, throwing both sets of the pajamas into the cart. "Absolutely not, I’m not naming my son George." "What’s wrong with George?" Jaxon asked, pretending to sound truly offended.

There are still some sharp edges to be filed down, but overall, it feels so much better. We grab tinsel and garlands, and a package of beautiful ornaments in soft pastel colors. “You have to have something special for the top of the tree,” Elijah says once we’re nearly done. “Let me handle it.” He disappears down another aisle, leaving me with Luke and Benedict. We pass by some of the holiday outfits, and Luke nods to the one that’s supposed to be an elf. It’s not much more than a green leotard with a fluffy tutu skirt, adorned with red bows and small bells.

"These are quite loose; you can manage with these for now." As Julia said that, Jared's gaze fell upon the pajamas in his hand. It was a white fabric adorned with a playful Mickey Mouse pattern. Later, a subtle furrow formed between his brows, an unspoken reaction Julia astutely noticed. She had been to his room before and gone through his wardrobe. Everything was in black, white, and gray shades—all in a very minimalist and plain style. So, she knew he had never worn such a cute set of pajamas in his entire life. This was the first time. "You don't like them? I also have a pink lace set," Julia said as she pulled it out.

And Dante knows as well. I wore one of my skimpier pajamas to bed last night. It’s not that the pajamas themselves are skimpy, but that the last time I wore them was in middle school. So while the tank top and shorts may have looked perfectly modest on my underdeveloped body back then, they look borderline pornographic on me now.

Then the old man returned holding… pastel unicorn pajamas. I stared. "Are you kidding me?" Xavier’s eyebrow shot up. He got duck-print ones. What kind of backwoods horror movie— BOOM. Thunder. I hit the floor before I could think, knees to my chest, hands over my ears. "No no no—" I rocked, uselessly, like a little kid. God, I wanted my dad. Wanted to not feel like I was breaking apart— The door creaked open. Xavier stood there, ridiculous duck pajamas and all. He didn’t speak, just hauled me up and crushed me against him.

Sami's POV: ~almost 3 weeks later, Christmas Day~ Today is Christmas and the house is humming with excitement. The girls and I stayed with our guys at their house last night so we could spend our first Christmas together. Naomi and Maddox even came over for the night too.The girls are now huge as hell but I love them just the same. We all decided just to wear our Christmas pajamas all day today the guys not so much. They love Christmas but not enough to show the Christmas spirit and that's okay. I think my dads are still stuck wearing some sort of holiday wear cause of my younger siblings but I believe all of the moms are wearing festive clothing like usual.

Her little fingers traced circles on the cold glass. “Because he knocked on my window last year.” My entire skeleton froze. “What?” She nodded, hugging her reindeer tighter. “He asked me if I wanted a Christmas surprise. He said all I had to do was let him in.” “Tell me you didn’t.” “I didn’t… but he said he’d come back.” Oh, fantastic. Wonderful. Great. A cheerful holiday tradition of traumatizing children. I knelt down. “Ivy… you should’ve told someone.”

This caused Madam Jacobs to feel desperate. She felt that her grandson wasn't putting in enough effort. When Laura walked into the room, she saw the decoration. The bed was red and the room looked new. There were two sets of pajamas on the bed. Laura walked over and picked one up. She was immediately dumbfounded. The fabric was way too thin. Laura wondered if what she was holding was actually a set of pajamas or not. If she wore what she was holding... Laura imagined what she would look like and immediately blushed.

Oh yeah… shopping… “Yes, more shopping, but with you this time,” he said, looking directly at her, drowning in her hazel eyes in the process. “As an apology… Please? I want to buy some Christmas sweaters or coats for James and Rose. I think they will look so cute in them. And if their mommy lets me… I’d like to buy a sweater for her, too.” “So, you plan to apologize for all you’ve already bought by buying more stuff?” the gorgeous single mom pointedly said, her lips twisting in mock disapproval.