Jack Christmas Novels & Stories

I tried to hide my bulge growing inside my pants. "Well, we have a huge lake that freezes during the winter months and everyone likes to go ice skating. We also have a Christmas festival that is open every weekend throughout the month. Do you like ice skating and festivals?", I hope she said yes because then I could plan at least a couple of dates with her before she left. "I actually don't know how to ice skate, but I do love festivals. My dad would take me to them all the time when I was younger. I haven't been to one since he passed, so maybe I will have to check out the Christmas festival here."

“A feast? For the man who thinks staplers can be threatened into morale?” “Especially for him,” Jacek says gravely. “Banked years of service. And he claims he’s never had a proper birthday feast because his mother insisted on calling store-bought cupcakes ‘fancy.’ We will rectify. There will be roast, potatoes the size of fists, and six kinds of bread because Sharlotte has decided to compete with God.” “And a deeply uncomfortable song while holding eye contact,” I suggest. “Mandatory,” Jacek says. “There will also be a dignified toast that I will pretend not to tear up during. You should be there. The pack would be honored.”

Fuck I've never wanted to get home so badly! As soon as my Grandad finishes playing the piano, we all gather in the living area of the house so that we can finish the day off with a Christmas toast and some fun for Nina. "That girl has you whipped!" My Granddad laughs while he watches Josh who currently sat on the floor with a pink plastic tiara on his head while holding on to a teddy bear. A laugh bursts out of me while Josh grunts a response, but it's clear that he's enjoying himself. "What are you laughing about fairy man?" My mom asks me while barely containing her own laughter.

Standing up, he stretched his aching back, his stomach letting out another loud, demanding rumble. Before he could even check his phone, the heavy master bedroom door swung open. Jaxson stepped out, completely dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit that made his broad shoulders look impossibly wide. His dark hair was styled back perfectly, and he was buttoning his cuffs with a cold, focused precision. He didn't look like a rough hockey player anymore; he looked like a high-profile executive. He didn't even glance at Liam as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge. "Get dressed, pixie. Sarah just texted. The circus is officially in town."

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

Lyra stood in the walk-in closet, fingers grazing the lilac dress. She took a breath and slipped it on, then gave a quick spin in the mirror. Good. Still fit at the waist. "Well, don't you look fancy?" Victor leaned on the doorframe with his coffee, smiling. "Didn't you say you were done with dating for at least a month?" "It's a class reunion!" Lyra's ears burned as she snatched her bag and bolted. "Where's the white jacket Martha pressed last night?"

It is about time. “Hello,” Jack picks up the phone. “Thanks, bro.” That is all. Then he turns to face the two men who are staring at him. “Busted!” Jack announces, punching his chest with his fist proudly. Relief washes over the room. “Poor Michael. His heart is going to take another attack. Should we open another bottle to celebrate his health?” Jason says jokingly. “Nah, I’m going to a party. Do you want to join us, old man? Those long-leg Victoria’s Secret models will be there. I won’t tell Susan.” Jack teases while Jason shakes his head in horror.

The good news about working all these hours is that I’m maxed out for the week and can’t work the weekend. “Hey,” she answers cheerfully. “How are you?” “Tired but alive. You?” “Tired too, but good. I’m packing to go back to Eastwood this weekend.” “Oh right, the downtown Trick or Treating is tonight. What’s Jackson going as this year?” “A Stormtrooper. And it’s actually not too cold today. I hated having to wear a coat over my costume.” “Me too. We had snow on Halloween many times and putting that coat on ruined my look.”

He gets angry when we call him a fairy. “The fire pit is roaring and mo gra sent me to come to fetch your arses for drinking games,” Jaxson says with a faint Irish lilt to his otherwise Texan accent. His manic jade eyes are shining from underneath his blood-red curls and a wicked smirk on his angular face. He claps his hands three times, bouncing on his toes as he does so. “Chop. Chop. Kiddies! This is an order. Think of it as a bonding exercise,” he says gleefully shooing us all with his hands.