Your selfish hands always expecting more
Characters: Cemi
Setting: Christmas Eve at their L.A. home
I was beyond thrilled for the holidays. It was our second Christmas as a married couple but it was our first one as parents. To say that little Landon was going to be one spoiled baby this Christmas was an understatement. The worst part... he won't even remember this year nor the gifts he's getting since he's only six months old. And what else makes this year exciting? Cody and I are hosting the Christmas dinner at our home! The bad part? It's our last Christmas in LA... in a long time. I'll never admit to Cody how much I'm going to miss this house and L.A. once we move to Texas, but I sure will miss it a hell of a lot.
Cody and I used this Christmas Eve as our "last minute everything" day. We went last minute Christmas shopping in the morning at the extremely, over-packed mall for any gifts we forgot to get or that we wanted to add onto. Then we headed to the grocery store for our Christmas dinner food shopping. And finally, after surviving the mall and grocery store craziness, we went home to relax and wrap the gazillions of presents that were still bare and waiting to be clothed with wrapping paper. Cody's mom and dad were in town already but God knows where they'd disappeared to while we were out. I can imagine Cody's dad was probably watching sports over at my parent's house and Cody's mom was probably out to lunch with one of her various LA, actor friends.
I sat criss-cross apple sauce on top of our bed with Landon between my legs as Cody ran to our closet to grab the huge bag of gifts and the wrapping paper. He came back out of breath from his sprint as he spread everything out across the bed. I reached out to grab the pair of scissors before he got it and I started cutting away. As I wrapped the paper around the gift, Cody would write out the name tag and hand me the pieces of tape. Every time we'd cut a strip of ribbon, Landon would reach out to grab it from our hands, which resulted in an aww-fest between Cody and I about how cute our son is. "Let's see how daddy would look with long, curly hair!" I told Landon as I lifted him up in the air and placed him so that his hand filled with colorful ribbons was on top of Cody's head. "Oh, daddy looks nice, huh?" I giggled as Cody played along and fluttered his eyelashes.
Right smack in the middle of our play-fest, the doorbell echoed throughout our mansion's walls. "That must be your mom or dad," I told Cody as I got up from the bed, placing Landon on the side of my hip. "I'll get it so that they can see what trouble their grandson is up to," I laughed softly before giving Cody a kiss on his forehead. "Keep wrapping, we have a lot to go..." I turned on my heel and raced down the stairs, causing Landon to start cracking up. I got to our front door, and without even looking through the peephole, I threw open the door. The face that was standing behind that door was the last face I'd ever expect to see. You know how in books or movies authors exaggerate and say their character's jaw dropped open in shock? Well, I'm not exaggerating when I say that my jaw dropped open. My dad. What the fuck was my dad doing here? He's not even my dad. What the fuck was Patrick Guy Who Happens To Have The Same Last Name As Me doing here? How did he even find my house? I swore he'd never have the pleasure of meeting my son and here he was standing a foot, if even that, away from Landon. I wanted to slam the door in his face. I wanted to yell for Cody. I wanted to call the police. But I was paralyzed from the shock.
I saw his mouth moving and I know he was telling me something, with a smile on his face as he took a step closer to me but my hearing sense wasn't working right now. None of my senses seemed to be working. That is until I realized he was reaching forward not to hug me but to grab Landon. To hug Landon. To fake hug Landon. Like he used to do to me right after beating my mom in front of Dallas and I. "NO!" I shouted, as I turned the hip that Landon was on away from him. Motherbear mode must have kicked in. "You are not touching him. You do not deserve to touch him or even look at him," I told him as a tear rolled down my cheek and I felt my hands start shaking in fear.
Setting: Christmas Eve at their L.A. home
I was beyond thrilled for the holidays. It was our second Christmas as a married couple but it was our first one as parents. To say that little Landon was going to be one spoiled baby this Christmas was an understatement. The worst part... he won't even remember this year nor the gifts he's getting since he's only six months old. And what else makes this year exciting? Cody and I are hosting the Christmas dinner at our home! The bad part? It's our last Christmas in LA... in a long time. I'll never admit to Cody how much I'm going to miss this house and L.A. once we move to Texas, but I sure will miss it a hell of a lot.
Cody and I used this Christmas Eve as our "last minute everything" day. We went last minute Christmas shopping in the morning at the extremely, over-packed mall for any gifts we forgot to get or that we wanted to add onto. Then we headed to the grocery store for our Christmas dinner food shopping. And finally, after surviving the mall and grocery store craziness, we went home to relax and wrap the gazillions of presents that were still bare and waiting to be clothed with wrapping paper. Cody's mom and dad were in town already but God knows where they'd disappeared to while we were out. I can imagine Cody's dad was probably watching sports over at my parent's house and Cody's mom was probably out to lunch with one of her various LA, actor friends.
I sat criss-cross apple sauce on top of our bed with Landon between my legs as Cody ran to our closet to grab the huge bag of gifts and the wrapping paper. He came back out of breath from his sprint as he spread everything out across the bed. I reached out to grab the pair of scissors before he got it and I started cutting away. As I wrapped the paper around the gift, Cody would write out the name tag and hand me the pieces of tape. Every time we'd cut a strip of ribbon, Landon would reach out to grab it from our hands, which resulted in an aww-fest between Cody and I about how cute our son is. "Let's see how daddy would look with long, curly hair!" I told Landon as I lifted him up in the air and placed him so that his hand filled with colorful ribbons was on top of Cody's head. "Oh, daddy looks nice, huh?" I giggled as Cody played along and fluttered his eyelashes.
Right smack in the middle of our play-fest, the doorbell echoed throughout our mansion's walls. "That must be your mom or dad," I told Cody as I got up from the bed, placing Landon on the side of my hip. "I'll get it so that they can see what trouble their grandson is up to," I laughed softly before giving Cody a kiss on his forehead. "Keep wrapping, we have a lot to go..." I turned on my heel and raced down the stairs, causing Landon to start cracking up. I got to our front door, and without even looking through the peephole, I threw open the door. The face that was standing behind that door was the last face I'd ever expect to see. You know how in books or movies authors exaggerate and say their character's jaw dropped open in shock? Well, I'm not exaggerating when I say that my jaw dropped open. My dad. What the fuck was my dad doing here? He's not even my dad. What the fuck was Patrick Guy Who Happens To Have The Same Last Name As Me doing here? How did he even find my house? I swore he'd never have the pleasure of meeting my son and here he was standing a foot, if even that, away from Landon. I wanted to slam the door in his face. I wanted to yell for Cody. I wanted to call the police. But I was paralyzed from the shock.
I saw his mouth moving and I know he was telling me something, with a smile on his face as he took a step closer to me but my hearing sense wasn't working right now. None of my senses seemed to be working. That is until I realized he was reaching forward not to hug me but to grab Landon. To hug Landon. To fake hug Landon. Like he used to do to me right after beating my mom in front of Dallas and I. "NO!" I shouted, as I turned the hip that Landon was on away from him. Motherbear mode must have kicked in. "You are not touching him. You do not deserve to touch him or even look at him," I told him as a tear rolled down my cheek and I felt my hands start shaking in fear.