Time to hear what holiday classics we get to be serenaded with this time.
Jason
Rory and Hanna have been playing a variety of classic Christmas songs along with some non-Christmas music for the last half hour or so. Romona told me this was something they always did, but I don’t think I realized just how enjoyable it would be to sit around with our family, a fire in the fireplace, and sing along on occasion if we knew the song.
The last song just ended, and Rory starts slowly picking at his guitar. After a minute or so, I recognize the old song he’s playing.He continues to quietly play when a voice starts singing solo. A voice that’s singing the song with all the emotion Judy Garland sang the original with. I turn my head and am shocked to see it’s Millie singing.
No one else joins in, all of us content to listen to her voice. A voice that makes you feel every word of the song. I don’t think I’ve ever felt the melancholy in the lyrics before. “Faithful friends who are dear to us…”
There’s a squeeze on my arm, and Romona leans into me. “It would appear that your brother is completely taken with her.”
I look over and see an expression on Jeremy’s face that I don’t think I’ve ever seen. It’s a mix of shock, awe, and…I’m not sure what else, but maybe…just maybe, he’s actually seeing what’s been right in front of him for so many years.
I watch Jeremy as Milie ends the song. “...have yourself a merry little Christmas…” She finishes, and there are a couple of moments of silence. Everyone in the room starts applauding and cheering. Rory speaks up before everyone. “Where the hell have you been keeping that voice, Millie? That’s fucking remarkable.” I’m glad to not be the only one who didn’t know she could sing like that. Hell, I’ve known her since she and Jameson moved to town twenty-something years ago, when she was a new widow. Jameson’s dad was killed in the Iraqi War. She’s always greeted her customers with a smile and good food, but she rarely lets people in. However, I’ve watched her slowly fall for my brother.I just hope he’s finally opening his eyes and seeing her for who she is.
Rory and Hanna convince Millie to come sit with them, and she leans in to whisper to both of them. Rory and Hanna both nod right away. I can’t wait to hear what song is next. Looking over at Jer, I don’t think he’s taken his eyes off Millie since she sang that first note.
Rory begins to strum his guitar. His hair is uncharacteristically down, making him look like a younger Jamey Johnson. Millie, out of her diner uniform, looks like the embodiment of Stevie Nicks.
It takes me a few seconds, but I recognize the song. It’s not a Christmas song, but the subject matter is fitting for this time of year. I pull my woman into me more and sit back and just let their harmony wash over me. Romona has always said that music, really good music, will bring out emotions in the listener. It’s one of the art forms that touches a person’s soul better than almost anything else. The tone of Millie’s voice singing “Let It Be” is something I never thought I’d hear. It’s like watching creek water wash over a stone. It’s more than calming. It's… well, I don’t have the words. What I do know, looking around this room, which is filled with people who have welcomed me and my kids with open arms into their family, is that everyone is feeling something in this moment. I give my woman a kiss on hertemple and decide to just be, not think, and enjoy the rest of the night with my family.
CHAPTER SIX
December 24th
Romona
I take the last of the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. I made enough to send home with all of Jason’s kids, to take over to Mick’s, and to give a tray to Ray. I did remember to make one for us as well. I know we are having dinner together tomorrow night, but if there is one morning a year that calls for the indulgence and deliciousness that is a homemade cinnamon roll, Christmas morning is it. Cream cheese frosting is the only way to go, in my opinion. If you’re gonna do it, do it all the way. Christmas cinnamon rolls are not the place to half-ass something.
As the trays cool, I get my mixer out and begin making the frosting. I’ve got Christmas music playing, and the tree is lit up in all its glory. Jason’s gone to run a quick errand for me to pick up the last couple of things I forgot to get at the store.
In just a few minutes, the frosting is ready. I make quick work of frosting the various trays I’ve got going. I’m working on thelast one when I hear the back door open, and my boy calls out like he has since he was little. “Mom! You in here?” I shake my head at him. “Where else would I be on Christmas Eve, son?” Mick walks over to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Fair point. What are ya making these for? We’re not gonna all be over here till dinner time.” I go to the sink and wash my hands. I turn around and lean against the counter as I dry my hands. “I know that. One of these is to send home with you. There’s one for each of Jason’s kids to take home. Well, there are three for Thomas’s house since there’s a crowd there. There’s one to take to Ray, and that leaves one for us to have here. I just thought it would make the morning with stockings and gifts from Santa even more special.” I’m engulfed in a bear hug. He then says what he always used to say as a kid after I told him he was my favorite kid. “You’re my favorite mom. You’re awesome.”
He lets me go. “I came over to check on ya and see if it’s just gonna be you and Jason tonight, and if you wanted to come to Ma and Pa’s with us.” I pull out two coffee cups and fill them, handing one to him before I doctor mine up. “Nope, tonight is their family tradition. I guess since Lani passed away, they’ve spent Christmas Eve having pizza for dinner, making hot chocolate, and watching a specific Christmas movie. I was gonna just let Jason do that with his kids, but they asked me at the Yuletide party if I was going to be there and got me one of their special hot chocolate mugs.”
Mick sits down at the table and looks at me with a smile. “You know you’ve got the big family you always hoped for, Mom.” I don’t know if Jason’s kids consider me family. I sit down and take a sip of coffee. “I don’t know about that, I—” Mick reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Are you their new mom? No, just like Jason isn’t my dad. They see how happy you make him, just like I see how happy he makes you. That’s all we as adults could hope for or want. Plus, I think you’ve completely won over Zaria, and there’s no telling her that you aren’t her grandma.” My boy. He knows just what I need to hear without me even realizing it. I take another sip. “She does seem to be quite adamant about it.”
Mick nods as he takes a gulp of his coffee. “Now, son, why are you really here? Shouldn’t you be helping your wife get ready for tonight?” Mick leans back in his chair. “Yeah, but I had to come over and get all the Santa gifts from the garage. It’s not like Mikayla is old enough to understand Santa. She’s not even walking yet, but Madison insisted on keeping them here. Luckily, I don’t have anything to put together. I know that’s not gonna be the case next year.” Shaking my head, I say, “Nope. I remember your dad staying up late on Christmas Eve to try and put together your gifts. There was usually some swearing and several beers consumed. I think that’s a tradition almost as old as Santa himself.” Mick gets up and says goodbye as he heads out to the garage to collect the gifts Madison put out there.
An hour or so later, I’m getting down one of my big pots so we can make hot chocolate later. I feel hands come around my waist, and Jason nuzzles into the crick of my neck, kissing his favorite spot. “Mmm. Merry Christmas, baby. I see you’ve been busy.” I shrug my shoulders. “This is the kind of recipe that’s just as easy to double or triple as it is to make one batch. Plus, then I know our family has something to put in their bellies while they’re opening their gifts from Santa.”
Jason spins me around and cups my face as he kisses me so intensely I can’t help but know just how much he loves me. He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead forward to touch mine. “We’ve got almost an hour before the kids are gonna be here…” Ohh…have I mentioned I love how my man thinks? Taking the lead is not something I’ve done very much during sex, okay, like practically never, but maybe it’s a little Christmas courage that has me taking his hand and pulling him behind me toward our bedroom.
I look back, and the heat in his eyes has me getting wetter than a dolphin in the ocean.
As soon as we’re in our bedroom, I turn to Jason and push off his flannel, thankful he didn’t button the shirt. As soon as it’s off, it’s like a match is lit and clothes go flying every which way. This man in his boxers makes me want to tear them off with my teeth, but somehow I restrain and just push them down, and he kicks them off. I push him to sit down on the bed. He looks up at me,standing in just my bra and panties in front of him. “Fuck me. Do what you want, Love.”
I get on my knees and reach up to rub my hands up and down his thick, strong, and manly thighs. I never knew I was attracted to thick thighs before. I lean forward and start kissing up his right thigh, then do the same on his left as my hand comes up to cup his balls and lightly tug on them. “Oh, fuck me.” I love hearing him let loose and just feel. I lick the tip of his stiff cock and watch as it causes Jason to jolt momentarily. Before he has a second to process anything, I take his hard, thick baby maker all the way in my mouth, as far as I can. I’m not one to brag, but my gag reflex is almost non-existent. It’s my one unicorn attribute.
I start a rhythm of slowly taking him all the way into my mouth and slowly going back till he’s almost entirely out of my mouth.
The noises coming from him just keep me going. They aren’t words other than the occasional “fuck”, but hearing him enjoy it so much has me reaching down with my free hand to rub myself. I’ve never in all my life touched myself in front of a man. It’s just not something that ever crossed my mind before, but it’s like a light bulb goes off. Why not try to get myself there as I get him there? Some of us are slow learners. I may be in my fifties, but I can still learn new tricks.
Back to his perfectly erect, thick, and mouthful of penis. I don’t remember enjoying felating this much before. Who knew menopause could open up new skills and hobbies? I hit that spoton my clit just right, and I can’t help the moan that comes out and vibrates against him in my mouth.
Jason
Holy fucking shit. As soon as my woman moaned with me in her mouth, I think I levitated off the bed. I about came like a teenager. As hot as it is to have her touching herself while she’s giving me an epically amazing blow job, I need to be inside and feel her this instant.
