I seldom got affection from my own mother, so I cling to the memory like a comforting blanket.
Macbeth’s eyes light up. She runs naked across the floor to the Christmas tree and I take in the view, watching her beautiful tits and ass jiggle as she moves across the room.
She was so shy last night, laying naked in front of me for the first time. But now that she knows that I think she’s the most beautiful creature in the world, the shyness seems to have disappeared.
She finds an ornament near the bottom of the tree and runs back to me. “This one?”
I run my fingers over the angel and the lights shaped like the letter M. “This is it,” I confirm.
She flips it over to look at the back, though she knows it doesn’t have her name on it.
“I’m sorry she didn’t have time to write your name on it,” I say gently.
“It’s okay,” Macbeth says, clutching it to her chest as tears well in her eyes. “My mom held this ornament in her hands, and she chose it just for me.”
I brush the tears from her cheeks. “So, these are happy tears?”
She laughs, and it’s the loveliest sound in the world. “The happiest.”
Seven
Levi
“They’llbeheretoday,”Macbeth says nervously, draping a bare leg over my naked torso.
I nod, feeling like I’m going to be sick.Today may be the day the Jones family banishes me from their lives.
After spending Christmas Eve, Christmas day, and the day after Christmas alone with Macbeth, it’s time to leave the safety of our love cocoon and finally face the music. The snowplows have cleared the roads, and the others are on their way.
Her brothers are my best friends in the world. The brothers of my heart. Will they see that I love their sister down to themarrow of my bones? Or will they think I’m a brute who’s defiled her innocence?
Macbeth and I debated whether to tell them about our news over the phone. We’ve chatted with them every day, but we’ve pretended like we’ve kept busy by working jigsaw puzzles and playing boardgames. Ultimately, we decided that this sort of news is best delivered in person.
Despite both wanting to stay naked as long as possible, we shower and dress, and are sitting next to each other on the sofa when they arrive.
The door swings open and they all come inside, laughing and talking over one another. Pete, over the flu now, enters first, followed by Will and his extremely pregnant wife, Carly. Then Theo and his wife, Macbeth’s best friend, Holly, who’s holding their baby girl on her hip. Hamlet and Annie file in next, back from Los Angeles.
And finally, the one I’m most afraid to face: Romeo. He’s holding his toddler in one arm and his wife’s hand in the other.Good. That’ll make it harder for him to punch me.
Holly is the first to register that something’s up. Macbeth is sitting quietly on the couch with her hands folded in her lap—which is not normal for her. She’s usually boisterous and outgoing, offering hugs to everyone.
“What’s gong on?” Holly demands.
Everyone turns to look at us. It’s like facing a firing squad.
But I’m no coward.I’m an Army-trained pilot.
I reach out for Macbeth’s hand, entwining my fingers in hers. “We’re getting married,” I announce.
Macbeth looks at me in surprise. I suppose I should have mentioned this to her before, but surely, she knew that’s what I meant when I promised herforever.
Pandemonium breaks out amongst the others, but I don’t hear a word as I stare into Macbeth’s beautiful eyes. “I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you,” she says back.
I glance back at the crowd and make eye contact with Romeo. His face is a mask of fury. “What the actual f—” he bellows.
“Romeo,” his wife says in a low tone. “There are children present.”
