Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 27

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 27
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

There were voices at my door. I snuggled back against Nick, trying to figure out if they were real voices or if I was just dreaming.

"Wake up!" Colleen said.

"No, we should say 'Merry Christmas," Katie countered.

Colleen giggled. "What if they're naked?"

"They won't be." Katie was a smart girl. Did Colleen think I was stupid? I might be sleeping at my family's house with my boyfriend, but I knew that the girls would be waking us up. Thankfully I'd gotten Nick pajamas for Christmas, because the ones he'd packed were in Albany with his family. He'd bitched that he'd never be able to sleep with clothing between us, but that'd been the champagne talking. It was the whiskey that put him to sleep about three minutes after we'd lain down.

The door flew open, and two voices called out "Merry Christmas!" before they pounced on the bed. I laughed, rolling over to see them, but Nick barely moved.

"Merry Christmas, girls," I greeted them, pulling them into a hug.

"Rache?" Nick asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. The girls giggled at the whine in his sleepy voice.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"How many people are in this bed?"

"Including you, four."

"Hmm," was all he answered, before he burrowed deeper into the covers. Pulling the girls close, I whispered to them.

"Have I ever told you that Nick is very ticklish?"

They didn't need any other encouragement to attack him, and in about five seconds, he was wide-awake, begging them to stop in between his giggles. Okay, waking up with my girls and Nick laughing was a good way to start Christmas. "Rache, make them stop!" he pleaded, and I pulled them away.

"Alright, are we the last ones up?"

"Yeah," Katie told me. "Mom and Dad are downstairs, and we don't know where Grandma is."

"I bet she went to take a ride in her new car," Colleen guessed.

"Think she took the bow off?" I wondered, making them laugh.

"I bet not."

"She's gonna keep the bow on that thing until it falls off due to natural causes," Nick said, sitting up next to me, his hair sticking up all over the place, making the girls laugh.

Mom had really liked the car when I'd given it to her after the party last night. It was a sleek blue Passat wagon, and she told me a million times it was what she'd always wanted. I knew that Mom didn't pay a lot of attention to cars, and probably wouldn't have known a VW from a Honda before I gave her a VW, but that was okay. She'd never had a brand new car in her life, and I was able to give her one.

Giving everyone nice presents was great. The boys got new golf clubs and lifetime memberships to our local country club, their wives got diamond earrings, and the girls got guitars. Ali and Billy got big checks for their college funds. The two of them were happier with the toys I'd gotten them, but Patrick and Sarah appreciated it. I knew I didn't have to give my family great things, but I wanted to. After all the years I'd spent making gifts, and buying things on sale, and budgeting carefully, it was wonderful to just give them something they'd always wanted but never get for themselves.

Last night after the party had been the extended family gift giving, and now the girls got to open stuff from their parents. And maybe a few more things from Aunt Rachel. And then Nick and I had to leave for Albany… I was scared of his family now that I'd taken him away for Christmas. They probably hated me now.

"I love that car!" Mom was standing in the doorway, her cheeks flushed from the cold. I knew that even if I'd still been asleep, she would have woken me up to tell me how much she loved the car. She hadn't even stopped to take off her coat. "It's absolutely freezing out there, and it started right up!"

"If it hadn't started, I would have taken it back," I told her, and she shook her head.

"Don't you dare. It's my car now!"

"Yes, Mommy," I agreed, smiling at her. "All yours."

"I took it out to get bagels. Give me five minutes, and we can have coffee and bagels while the girls open more presents."

"There are more presents?" Nick asked. "How can there possibly be more presents? I don't know that the girls were that good this year."

"Hey!" they whined, almost in unison. Mom came over and hugged them both, kissing them soundly.

"They are lovely girls. Come on now, and help me with breakfast while Nick and Rachel get up." She ushered them out, shutting the door behind her with a smile back at me.

Was my mom encouraging me to have sex or something? That was just weird. I should give her cars more often!

Nick seemed to take it as an invitation, pulling me back into bed with him. "Merry Christmas," he said softly, kissing me.

"Merry Christmas," I agreed, trying to wiggle away to go wash my face and brush my teeth, but he wouldn't let me go. Instead he nuzzled my neck and ran his hands over my flannel pajamas.

"Mmmm… there's the finest ass on Long Island," he murmured against my neck as his hands cupped my ass, squeezing gently. This ass fetish was just getting silly now.

"I thought it was in the industry?" I whined playfully, but he just continued caressing my ass, pushing my hips against his. "Why are boys always ready to go first thing? Don't you have to pee or something?"

He pretended to think for a moment. "Nah. I'm good to go. You?"

I just had to laugh at him. "Check your pocket, stud."

"Oooh… 'stud.' I like the way your mind works, baby." He licked his lips as he rolled away from me, and reached into the pocket of his pajama pants.

When James and I had bought them I'd been full of feminist outrage because I could never find women's pajama pants - hell, pants for that matter! - with pockets. Sometimes you needed pockets for change for the vending machine and… things.

"Excellent!"

Nick pulled out a silver-wrapped condom and smiled up at me. I leapt out of bed and locked the door, listening for a moment. Downstairs, Mom was saying that they had to wait until the coffee was ready, and then Vanessa said that she needed to find more batteries. We were golden. "We have to be very quiet and very quick, baby." I warned, ripping off my pjs and joining him back in bed.

Nick was already 'dressed' for the occasion, rolling me over and entering me quickly. Hell, who needed foreplay on Christmas?

Biting her lip, she sighed deep in her throat, pulling her knees up as I moved inside her deeper. God, she felt so good. Even with her hair all messed up and sleepy eyes, she looked amazing, smiling up at me. Morning breath didn't count if we both had it, right? I moved to kiss her, but she turned her head, giggling. "You wouldn't let me brush my teeth."

"I don't care, Rache," I insisted, but she shook her head.

"I do! Quit it!" She laughed as I nuzzled her neck and bit her earlobe carefully as our hips rocked together.

"Didn't you say we needed to be quiet?"

"Get your stinky breath away from me!" That made me laugh, and she took the opportunity to roll me over, quickly settling against my cock again. "Better," she asserted, thrusting against me.

I could only nod. This might be my favorite place in the world, watching her as she fucked me. I could see every inch of her, every move and every breath. "So close," she whimpered as I touched her clit lightly. "Do that harder."

Normally I might torture her a little. But we were in a hurry. I touched her more insistently, and she moved against me harder, bracing her arms behind her. That just made her breasts more tantalizing, and I had to touch them. With one hand on her nipple and the other on her clit, she came in seconds, swallowing a scream. Opening her eyes, she smiled at me. "Come, baby," she whispered, stroking my chest, running her hands in between us to touch my cock as she moved up and down on it.

Shit, that was good. She thrust against me two times, three, and I heard myself groan as my orgasm shook my body.

Shit, was that loud? Rachel laughed, leaning her head against my shoulder. "Sorry," I whispered, as soon as I could breathe again, and she laughed harder.

"I think we're good, because they're all running around down there."

"Aunt Rachel!" Colleen's voice called. "We're ready!"

That made both of us crack up, and Rachel jumped out of bed, opening the door a bit to yell downstairs. "Two minutes!" Shutting the door again, she picked up the clothes we'd scattered on the floor and dumped them on the bed. "Get dressed. Hurry!"

I pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trashcan. That was okay, right? We'd hide it under other trash. I started pulling on underwear and reached for my jeans, but Rachel held out my pajama pants to me. "No, wear these. They're a Christmas present!"

"They have bunnies on them, Rache!" I whined. They were very cute pjs, but they were yellow with big white bunnies on them. I wasn't entirely sure that they were guys' pajamas, but they did fit me.

"But you have to wear Christmas presents on Christmas morning!"

"Then I want you in one of those nice nightgowns I got you," I argued.

She pouted at me, sticking out her bottom lip, and I took the pajama pants with a sigh. "Fine. But I'm not wearing the damn top. The pants are bad enough."

"I'll wear the top, bunny. I'm cold." She pulled on the top, and I had to laugh at her. The girls had gotten her pink and black pajamas bottoms that said 'superstar' all over them and a matching tank top. She was wearing those with my yellow bunny pajama top over them. She didn't exactly match.

"Shut up," she said, opening the door. "I'm just brushing my teeth!" she called downstairs, going across the hall to the bathroom. "And so is Nick," she told me, so I followed her. Maybe now I could kiss her.

You know you're really in love with someone when you can share a sink to brush your teeth. It's even better when he kisses you soundly as soon as you're done.

I sucked on his minty fresh tongue, running my fingers through his messy bedhead hair. Had his hair been this much of a mess when the girls woke us up, or was this a well-fucked look?

"Rachel!" Jon yelled. "We're eating all the bagels!"

Ducking away from my boyfriend, I headed for the stairs. "I don't care! I want party leftovers!"

"I want a bagel," Nick whined, pushing me out of the way and heading down the stairs. Aw, I'd made him appreciate good bagels, hadn't I?

"Don't worry, Nick, there are plenty of bagels," Mom told us when we joined her in the kitchen. "And I've got stuff heating up in the oven, Rachel. Cute pajamas," she said to Nick, and he turned around to glare at me.

"If they make fun of…"

Too late. Jon took one look at him and cracked up. "Oh, here's a couple of rock stars."

Hey! He wasn't supposed to be making fun of me, too!

"Van, you need to get a picture of this!"

"Rache!" Nick whined, but I just kissed him.

"It's okay, bunny. If these pictures ever show up in the tabloids, we know just who to blame."

Vanessa came in, laughed, and I gave her a huge grin for the photo. Even the girls thought his pajamas were funny, and he just gave up, pretending great interest in fixing his bagel. "Be glad Jon's the only boy here," I whispered to him, pouring us coffee.

"What, you think I'm not showing Patrick the pictures as soon as I see him?" Jon asked.

"Keep goin', Monkey Butt," Nick warned.

"Hey, maybe I'll tell him to come over here with the kids. That way he can see the pajamas before you leave."

"I'm changing!" Nick threatened, heading back towards the steps, but I dragged him back.

"You have to wear Christmas pajamas on Christmas morning. It's a rule!"

"There are Christmas rules?"

"That's why we all get to open pajamas on Christmas Eve, Nick," Katie told him. "Didn't you notice?" That's one of the reasons I'd gotten him pajamas, even when I didn't think he'd be here on Christmas. It was just something weird that my family did.

"I didn't notice," Nick admitted, taking a drink of his coffee. "I was overwhelmed by all the presents. Are there really more?"

"Last night was not Mom and Dad presents," Colleen informed him. "Mom and Dad presents are in the morning. Well, Ali and Billy think they're Santa presents."

"Just a couple of years ago, you thought they were Santa presents too, kiddo," Vanessa teased, but her voice was a little sad. Sometime I was scared by how old the girls were, too. "Are we going to open stuff, now that Aunt Rachel and Nick are finally here?"

She gave me a look that let me know she knew exactly what we'd been doing up there. I just raised an eyebrow back. Did she blame me? Okay, right now he was in flannel bunny pajamas and his hair was a disaster, but he was still hot.

"So, am I breaking the rules if there's a couple of presents from me under the tree still?" Nick asked, following the girls into the living room. After the girls had finally gone to bed, we'd cleaned up all the mess from the extended family gift giving, and Jon and Vanessa had brought out their gifts for the girls. It was still an impressive pile, but nothing like last night. We liked giving presents. "If we can find them…" Nick worried, sitting down on the couch and looking up at me.

"Don't worry, bunny. Half of that is wrapping." I sat next to him on the couch, setting my breakfast of party snacks on the coffee table. "Dad would get me an outfit, and the pants would be in one box, and the shirt in another, and the jacket in another…"

"And a box for each sock," Mom added, taking the chair next to us. I knew that was just so she could steal some of my breakfast. I got my love of party leftovers from her. We cooked for weeks for the party and then ate leftovers until the end of the year. We didn't even do a big Christmas dinner, just nibbled on stuff all day.

"When I was thirteen, and Dad decided I needed my own tool set, Mom had to stop him from wrapping each nail individually."

Everyone laughed, and I looked around at them. I'd never really heard Rachel's entire family telling stories about her dad. It wasn't that they never talked about him. They talked about him all the time, just casual little things, almost like he was just on vacation, and he'd be back soon. "How do you wrap nails?" I asked, and Kate smiled at me.

"John would have found a way. It was bad enough that he wrapped everything else."

"He didn't even use boxes!" Jon complained. "Just wrapping paper and a ridiculous amount of tape. So I could tell it was a hammer, but it took me forever to get all the paper off of it."

I had to remember that trick. What could I wrap like that to torture Aaron?

"I've got pictures of it, Nick," Kate said. "I'll show them to you when we're done here."

It was like all of us suddenly held our breath, looking at Rachel. I know why I did it, because looking at pictures the other day made her cry. Did everyone else know that? Or was it just that they hadn't looked in those pictures in a while? But everyone was definitely looking at Rachel.

She hesitated for a second, but not long, leaning over to take something off her plate of party snacks. "I reserve the right to withhold pictures of me with bad hair," she joked, and we all relaxed.

"Have you looked in the mirror this morning, Rache?" Jon teased, and she scowled at him, and then threw a stuffed mushroom in his general direction.

"If we start opening stuff, we can get to the pictures sooner," Colleen said impatiently, and Jon smiled, reaching over to the pile of gifts and handing her a box.

"Go ahead, pumpkin. Knock yourself out." The girls dove in, and the rest of us watched and laughed. Clothes, CDs, books, normal Christmas stuff. But I didn't remember ever getting this much stuff when I was their age. Maybe I did. But with five kids, and not a lot of money, I doubted it.

Rachel stroked my cheek, and I smiled over at her. "Is this really weird to you, bunny?"

I shrugged, pulling her close to me. "I've got a big family, and Christmas is always crazy. We just do presents on Christmas morning, though. And when I was little… we didn't have a lot."

She snuggled close to me. "So did you go crazy when you started making money?"

"What you did last night was nothing, buttercup. One year, Mom got three fur coats. Why she needed three, I don't know… but she did!" I told her, and she smiled up at me, starting to say something, but Colleen interrupted us.

"Look, Nick! I'm a bunny, like you!"

She had on a pink hat with bunny ears that said 'snow bunny' on it, and we all laughed.

"You're gonna be the coolest girl on the ski trip," Vanessa told her.

"Ski trip?" I asked. "When's that?"

"We leave day after tomorrow and come back after New Year's. It's a bunch of us from school."

"That's a cool New Year's." If you like to ski, that is. I'd been once, with friends in college, and I hated it. "Are you going, Katie?"

Katie wrinkled her nose. "Why would I want to strap two pieces of wood to my feet and hurl myself down a mountain?"

Everyone cracked up, and I leaned over to high five her. "You're so my girl. I don't like it, either."

"I went last year for a weekend with Joy, and we had fun!" Colleen pouted, and I smiled at her.

"That is cool, Col. If you like it, I hope you have an awesome time. It's just too cold and icy for me. What are you doing on New Year's, then, Katie?"

"Watching you on MTV, I guess."

"Why don't you come to New York with me?" The words were out of my mouth before I thought about them. Damn, I should have asked Jon and Vanessa first. Shit, did Nick have kinky sex plans for us?

"Hey!" Colleen whined. "That's not fair!"

I pulled myself away from Nick and went over to hug Colleen. "You are going to hang out with your friends on New Year's and have a great time. I promise, there will be something else soon when it can be just you and me. Heck, your parents haven't even said 'yes' yet." I looked over at Jon, hoping he wouldn't yell at me for getting Katie's hopes up.

"How will she get there? The last thing I want to do on New Year's is drive into the City."

I considered for a second. If Nick and I had to come back here from Albany to get Katie to go to the City, that would take forever. "Put her on the train, Jon," Mom suggested.

Mom suggested that? Was Katie old enough to take the train into the City by herself? On New Year's? James and I had practically been in college before my mother thought I could ride the train by myself. On Long Island the drinking started in the morning on New Year's.

Katie still hadn't said a word, just looking at her mom and dad with hopeful eyes. Oh, hell, I started this. "We have to be back on the thirtieth to rehearse. She could come a day early…"

"I'd take her in, since I have that lovely new car, but I promised Patrick and Sarah I'd watch the babies while they're away." My little brother had somehow conned Mom into taking care of his kids while he and Sarah went up to Connecticut for two days over New Year's. Mom and Vanessa exchanged a look, and I knew it was over.

"Katie'll be fine on the train, Jon. It shouldn't be bad the day before," Vanessa said, looking at him meaningfully. "We'll drop her off, and Rachel will pick her up at the station."

"But…"

"But whatever will we do?" Vanessa went on. "Our first New Year's Eve in about twelve years without the girls? We'll miss them so much." She hugged Katie, still looking at her husband. "And Mom will even be gone. We'll be bored."

"Please, Daddy…" Katie pleaded quietly.

"That's a great idea, Rachel," Jon said, nodding at Vanessa.

They never got the house to themselves, did they?

Katie cheered and got up to kiss her dad. "Thank you!"

Colleen pouted at me, and I kissed her. "I promise. We'll find some cool thing to do in New York. I'm going to do another tour in the winter, so there will be something, and Katie will not be invited."

"It better be really cool!" she huffed, and I giggled.

"Babe, I'm the coolest girl in the world right now. It'll be awesome."

"Do you have everything?" Rachel asked me for the tenth time.

"Yes, dear," I answered, and she wrinkled her nose at me.

"I don't want to have to come back here, or we'll never get there."

I was going to have to break every speed limit to get to Albany by 6. It was noon now and we still had to go back to her house and get our stuff for the trip. Thankfully, Patrick and Sarah had brought their kids over, so that saved us a trip out to their place.

"I know. We're packed, right? Suitcases and presents and pies. We'll just load up the car and…"

Patrick interrupted me. "Pies? There are no more pies."

Rachel shot me a warning look. "There are about forty pieces of pie in the fridge, Pat."

"But Nick just said you were loading up the car with pies. Are you holding out on us? Mom! Rachel stole some pies!"

"I knew we were missing pies!"

Rachel whacked me as her mom came into the kitchen. "Didn't I tell you it was a secret?" she hissed.

"Rachel, what did you do with the pies?"

"Mom, we have plenty of pie! There are at least three pieces of each kind in the fridge. No one missed the pies!"

Kate gave her a mom look, and I took a step away. This was all my fault, wasn't it?

"Nick has a really big family!" Rachel whined. "Aaron wanted pumpkin, but I didn't want to leave anyone out, so I took a couple more."

"How many?"

"One of each," Rachel admitted. "But we always make too many pies! And I need to make sure they like me."

Kate laughed, hugging Rachel. "How could anyone not like you, baby girl? With or without pies, they will love you."

But pie would help. Ten minutes later, we were finally in the car. "Sorry," Rachel said, buckling her seatbelt.

"Why, buttercup?" I steered around Kate's new car carefully. She didn't need any scratches on the first day.

"I'm making us late, and everyone is just going to hate me more."

"We're not late yet. The directions you got say it's like four hours, and that's doing the speed limit. We're fine. Besides, no one in my family is ever on time."

"Oh, so lateness is genetic with you?"

"Exactly!"

But she didn't laugh, she just sighed unhappily. "I am so happy you came here, Nick. Honestly, it's been wonderful, having you with me. But I am just scared to death to go to Albany and face the Carters."

"It's actually my mom's family," I corrected. "The Spauldings."

"See, I don't even know who they are!"

"Rache, I only know about half of them. It's fine. I'm telling you, I was barely missed."

"Please. You're the golden child. Doesn't everyone want to hang out with the pop star?"

"I think I'm actually the spoiled stuck up one, so don't worry."

"What?"

She sounded shocked, and I glanced over at her. "I'm never there. When I am, I only get along with a couple of my cousins. The rest of them are all jocks, and they think I'm a pussy. Mom and Aaron are the only ones who really want me there."

"Why the hell are we going, then?"

I laughed. "Um, Mom and Aaron? And I expect you to charm all my obnoxious cousins."

"Oh, thanks. No pressure there!"

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