Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal Pillow 소설 & 이야기

Jumping on top of me is a small ball of soft grey fur, about the size of small pillow, with two small eyes and a pink tongue out of its mouth. "Happy birthday, baby." Axel says, but I can't look away from the creature. He got me a puppy!

Damn, I guess his mansplaining helped. A row of cheap stuffed animals hangs from a rope against the wall and I scan them all deciding which to take home with me. There's a bright pink panda bear with eyes a little too closely set to one another. A blue teddy bear holds a heart with love stitched across it in a swirly font, in case anyone wants to out themselves in an inner-office relationship I guess. They're kind of pathetic, exactly what you'd expect from a carnival. My eyes fall on a green frog with longer than normal legs and I decide he's my prize since it fits with the game.

I say, slowly moving towards him, he smiles lowering the gun putting it by his side. "See I knew you'd finally come to your senses, now don't worry I won't hold his over your head, I know it was these horrible people again" he smiles, as I get closer I see a man slowly walking behind Anthony, looking closer I realise it's ink! "When we get home we'll start decorating for Christmas, you'll like that won't you Ameli-" he smiles, but before he could finish his sentence he's smacked around the head with something, he immediately drops to the floor while my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled backwards.

Jake on the other hand always kept it a bit longer on top and combed to one side. Both had matching pjs, as did we of course... it was a tradition we had always done since I could remember. This year we had a white and red striped pants and long sleeved tees with the words 'merry Christmas yah filthy animal' Courtesy of the very humorous Lorraine Mitchell of course.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

Once I was done, I took a long shower and put on one of the filthiest nightgowns I had. I had bought it a few months ago but never had the opportunity to use it. It was completely see through and it barely covered my ass. It was black and it was tied in front with a bow. I made sure not to wear any underwear and I covered it up with one of my more decent black cover-ups.

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

The house was quiet except for the distant, rhythmic lap of waves against the shore and the soft creak of the floorboards under our bare feet. Lila’s room glowed a soft, dreamy pink from her night-light shaped like a crescent moon, the canopy bed draped in gauzy white fabric like a little princess fortress. She was already sitting up when we slipped inside, dark curls a wild halo around her sweet face, clutching the stuffed wolf Dante had custom-commissioned for her third birthday—the one with the tiny silver collar embroidered on its neck in delicate thread because, as he’d told the maker, “she needs to know what forever looks like, just like Mommy.”

Below the cupcakes, there were some bottles of strawberry crush. As he kept digging further, he discovered many some flavored treats like wafers, pocky sticks, candies, and much more. The last thing he pulled out was a fluffy strawberry shaped pillow. it had a winking expression and pouty lips. He turned it around to find a sticky note which read, "I'm sorry" in tiny handwriting.

I put a lot of thought into my other Christmas gifts for Killiana picture Malory took of us, a heavy-duty silver chain necklace with script metal work saying, "Mine," and a soft wool lap blanket for his feet when he kicked back and watched television. I knew I would use it, too, because he still liked keeping me nearly or completely naked when I cuddled up with him. It was hard to buy for Killian because he had everything, but I was very proud of my choices.