The Irish Don's First Christmas, page 1
part #2.50 of The Irish Don's Black Beauty Series
Contents
Disclaimer
TRIGGER WARNING
Holiday Woes
Convincing Scrooge
Planning A Party
Shopping
HO HO HEY!
Santa’s BIG Helper
Carter
Merry Christmas
Secret Santa
Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 by Rose Marie All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
TRIGGER WARNING
The following content contains topics and discussion of sensitive topics that may Trigger some such as: Child Abuse, Torture, Injury, Mental Illness, Suggestive Behavior, and different sexual orientations such as BDSM, Homosexuality, Swingers, Ect.
Read at your own discretion.
Holiday Woes
Kahlani
“Oh… C-Connnner! Baby! Deeper… ughn, shit. Harde- oh my God yes! Fuck me baby! Shit Conner I’m going to cum again! Ugnn yeesss…!” Exhausted, I try to fall back into the bed but I’m scooped right back up.
“Not yet Beauty, I’m not done wit’ yu.” I feel his length glide into me, with an overwhelming intensity that my body wasn’t prepared for after four back to back orgasms. When he grabs my ass and squeezes it, I still my body, prepping for all the dick my husband is about the throw my way when our bedroom door swings wide open. Fuck! I told him they were going to wake up! I push Conner off me as I dive under the covers, pulling my panties up, cringing at the extreme wetness as they stick to my leg.
I see Conner from my peripheral laying on top of the covers with his boxers on looking as if he’s about to die. It takes everything in me not to giggle because I told his ass to hurry up but nooooo, he didn’t want to listen to me. Now his ass is lying there with heavy blue balls because he wanted to prolong his nut, knowing we have children now.
“MUUUUMMMMMY!! GOOD MORNIN’!!!” Carter’s loud and extremely excited self climbs on the bed and starts jumping looking down at his father with an evil smirk, as if he knows he’s annoying him. “Da, how are yu feelin’ this fine mornin’?” Conner’s moss green eyes turned fiery and his face contorted into a grimace.
“I’m just peachy yu little shite. How are yu?” Carter giggles and unfolds his legs, landing on the bed in a seated position next to his father.
“I canna complain, but I bet yu can.” Conner glares at Carter and pulls him in close to tickle him. As those two nuts have their morning argument, I turn to my other babies opening my arms inviting them to run up and jump in the bed. Connie and Cora wobble into bed and come over to hug me tight.
“Mornin’ Mummy. Is it Christmas yet?” Awww my babies are so cute. I kiss the top of their heads and smooth back their long red curls.
“Morning sweethearts. No, it’s not Christmas yet.” I frown and look at the time. I have so much packing to do. The holidays are always so hectic. Since Conner has never cared for the holidays, I always take the kids to spend the holidays in the states where they can experience the joys of Thanksgiving and Christmas but this year, I just wasn’t into it. The thought of spending another Christmas away from my husband makes me sick to my stomach. I understand Conner isn’t a very festive person but this needs to change. Before I could finish my thought, I hear our bedroom door creak and look up to see a small blonde head peek up. Ugh my heart!
“Good morning, Mason! Come on in.” When I see him flinch and hide behind the door my heart breaks all over again. We also have a new addition this year. I go to get up but I see Conner and Carter scramble from the bed going over to the tiny tot hiding behind the door. Carter grabs his hand, pulling him in and walking him over to the bed where they stand at the edge. Carter puffs out his chest and moves his friend forward towards me, wanting me to say something. He’s so protective of Mason.
“How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep ok?” The cute little boy ducks his head, shyly nodding behind Carter.
“I-I slept w-well.” He’s putting on a brave face but he’s still having nightmares, as evidenced by the bags and dark spots under his eyes. He’s still suffering from what his biological father did to him. Just as I was about to open my arms to give him a much-needed hug Conner comes out of the closet dressed in childish pajamas and throws me a matching pair. He approaches the kids, scoops Mason up in his arms and gives him a hug.
“Let’s allow mum tu change clothes. While she’s doin’ that we’ll see wat’s tu eat downstairs.”
“Aye Da, come on Cora and Connie mummy has tu change.” Carter holds his hands out for his sisters. They give me a kiss and climb from bed running over to their brother. When the door closes, I jump from bed and run to take a quick bath, fix my hair and put on the matching jammies that Conner threw me.
I’ve noticed that since Mason moved in, he’s been a bit more fatherly than usual. The relationship he has with Carter is more of a close bond and partnership. The way he values Carter’s opinions and thoughts is unbelievable. I can tell he’s already grooming our son to take over his business and in doing that he can’t go easy on him with anything in life. With Cora and Connie, he’s as sweet as pie and gives them just about everything their hearts desire. With our newly adopted son and Carter’s best friend, he holds a lot of guilt. Conner was only a child when he was forced to make his first kill, how could he have known that man he spared was a monster? Now he’s kicking himself, trying to make things right for the children that so-called man of God hurt.
I let out a heavy sigh and pray for my family. I’ve never seen Conner so broken up about anything. According to Mason, his life was cruel and gut-wrenching. It was the first time I’d seen my husband sit still with tears rolling down his face. He blames himself, but he shouldn’t. No one is at fault but that disgusting man who found it pleasurable to- I hear a knock through the bathroom door and I turn to see Carter come in.
“Hey bud what’s up. Is the food done?”
“No, it’s not done, but I wanted tu talk tu yu about somethin’ if yu dinna mind.” Before I can nod, I watch my seven-year-old stuff his hands in his pockets and shuffle over to me as if bearing a heavy heart.
“Carter you can always talk to me. Come here and tell me what’s got my baby so down.” Pushing his big red afro out of his face, he sits on the stool next to me and grabs my hands. He’s always been so mature for his age but what happened to my little Carter? Sitting in front of him, he holds my hands like he’s grown well beyond his years.
“Mum, as yu know this is Mason’s first real Christmas.”
“Yes, I know.” He squeezes my hands and tightens his lips into a thin line as he nods.
“Aye, I know yu like tu go tu nana’s and poppop’s house fer the holidays but how would yu feel about spendin’ it here fer once?” I turn my head to the side trying to see where he’s going with this idea.
“So, you don’t want to go this year? Is that what you’re saying?” He shakes his head then frowns looking down.
“No, it’s not that I dinna want tu go this year. It’s just… I just think it’ll be a bit more responsible tu have Christmas from home this year. Mason told me last night that he’s afraid o’ flyin’. When he moved in yu told me that I’m tu look after him right? Then if that’s the case I have tu be honest and tell yu that having Christmas in a familiar environment will be the best thing tu heal Mason.” I raise a brow and sit back, fascinated about how serious he is about this subject.
“Oh yeah? And how would you know that?” He lets go of my hands and puffs out his chest.
“Because I did research.” Impressed, I cross my legs and fold my arms ready to accept whatever suggestion he’s come up with.
“Okay, so what do you suggest?” He then hops up from the chair and pulls out his phone from his breast pocket as if he’s some forty-year-old man about to do a presentation and not a seven-year-old trying to convince his mom to stay home for the holidays.
“I think we should have a Christmas party. We can invite everyone! Even the people da’s put on the banned list like Sunshinetictac. I’m sure he’ll lift the ban if yu ask.” Snorting, I roll my eyes at that idea. Try as I might I could never get Conner to raise that damn ban on Christina entering our house. It’s been a year since he prohibited her from coming over for being in his words ‘Tu feckin’ loud and annoyin’ “-and the best part is I think we should get Da tu play as Santa Claus! Mason and the girls will love it.” Now that made me sit up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back up mister. Since when don’t YOU believe in Santa?” Carter throws me look as if I insulted his entire existence.
“Mum please. I might be seven but I’m not that gullible. I’ve always known it’s poppop playing Santa tu surprise me and me girls fer Christmas. Please let’s not try tu insult me intelligence like that again.” My little baby has grown up!
“But Carter! You’ve never told me anything about not believing in Santa.”
“Mum that’s neither here nor there this isna about me. This is about the most important people in the world. Mason and me girls. The important thin’ is THEY have an exceptional Christmas.
“Look Carter, I don’t have a problem with a party. To be honest it sounds fun and just the thing this family needs, but to get your father involved is another story. You know that man hates C-”
“PLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE MUMMY! Convince Da fer me. Mason would love a visit from Santa.” He pokes his bottom lip out giving me a puppy dog stare and I can feel an arrow shoot right through my heart. Throwing my hands up exasperated I give in, unable to deny anything my sweet boy wanted.
“Fine, I’ll do my best to convince your father. I was thinking about asking him and the guys to participate this year anyway. Our family is expanding, and I wasn’t feeling good about us leaving them out anymore. It’ll be hard but I’m sure I can finesse Mr. O’Shea somehow.” Carter jumps up giving me a hug and squeezing tight.
“T’anks mum yer the best. I canna wait tu tell Mason and me girls.” Chuckling at how deep his accent turned in his excitement, I kiss the top of his head and let him go so he can spread the good news. Before he’s out of the bathroom I stop him.
“Tell your father to come here.” Nodding he leaves and I groan thinking of the best way to guilt Conner into participating in Christmas, and only one thing comes the mind. It’s the only thing that’s guaranteed to work in a situation like this.
Convincing Scrooge
Conner
Fecking hell. I hate this time of the year. All the fecking lights and the singing and the joy. Who in their righ’ minds is that fecking happy tu spend money? I dinna get it. On the couch I sit back and watch me girls play around Mason, who’s blushing as they try tu braid his hair and paint his nails. He doesna protest at all as the girls give him a ‘make over’ like most boys would. No, he just sits there and obediently listens tu every instruction that’s given tu him. He’s a good kid, but it worries me that he’s tu good.
At six are’na boys supposed tu be rambunctious and lively? Hmmm? I wonder if his childhood has anything tu do wit’ it? If that’s the case, then it’s me own fault fer not killin’ the bastard responsible fer his pain. I hate this feelin’. The feeling of regret fer being tu lenient wit’ someone who’s life should’ve ended years ago. It’s true Mason’s suffering is all because of-.
“Da!” Me eyes quickly glide tu me son Carter who’s bouncing wit’ glee. There’s that fecking Christmas spirit again.
“Aye Boy’o wat can I do fer yu? Did yu go see wat’s taking yer mum so long?” I swear I’ve never known a woman so beautiful take so long tu get ready tu simply come downstairs. She’s perfect in every way so wat in the feck is taking her-.
“Mhmm, she said she wanted tu speak wit’ yu about something. She’s in the bathroom.” Curious I raise a brow and almost tell him tu have her wait but me Beauty waits fer no one.
“Play nice. When Mason tells yu he’s had enough you listen, do ye understand me girls?” When me teenie beauties turn their green eyes over to me smiling wit’ their almost toothless smiles I feel something warm in me heart. This is tu much happiness fer a serial killer like me. “Carter keep an eye on the girls make sure they dinna go overboard on Mason.”
“Aye Da I’ll keep an eye on me important people.”
“Good boy.” Nodding I run up the stairs tu our bedroom suite and see me beauty pacin’ in the room lookin’ worried wit’ tears in her eyes. Anger consumes me instantly. Who the feck made me beauty cry? “Wat’s the matter Beauty? Who did it? I’ll kill I swear tu ya they’ll not see a-”
“You did it Conner?” That made me pause.
“Oi’ wat did I do? Yu were just fine this mornin’ I’m the one who should be cryin’ I dinna get tu cum.” She blows out a deep breath and throws her hands in the air. “Wat? At least I’m honest.”
“Okay well allow me to be honest then. I’m tired of spending the holidays alone.” Bloody feckin’ hell, cringin’ I make a face and start backing away, already knowing where this was goin’. She grabs me though and pulls me into her arms.
“Beauty… I canna do Christmas. I hate it. I dinna get it. Why are people so happy tu spend money? It’s illogical.” She places my hands on her ass and grabs my face.
“Déan ceiliúradh orm, le do thoil.” (Celebrate with me, please.) “Help me give our kids something that you never had. Something that I’ve always wanted to have for my family. Not to mention Mason, he’s never had a family to do these th-”
“Fine! Yu win. I’ll celebrate wit’ yu but know one thing. I’llna like it one bit.” The smile that spread across her face was the equivalent tu seein’ the sun rise fer the first time on a private beach… or fer me seeing things being blown tu bits.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh, I just thought about something else. How about you be Santa this year?”
“Yu want me tu pretend tu be an obese feck wit’ white hair that sneaks into people’s homes an-” she holds her hand up tu stop me rambling.
“Stop it right there Conner O’Shea. You will NOT ruin Christmas for my babies. Mason and the girls still believe in Santa and I’d like for them to continue to do so well into adulthood.”
“Tsk, Beauty yu spoil th-’ she cuts me a look so fierce I clamp me mouth shut and concede tu her wishes. “Aye, pretty one. If ye wanted me tu pretend tu be a fat white man all along yu should have somethin’ a long time ago.” Playfully she hits me arm and kisses me lips. Though befer we could get tu deep in the kiss we hear a knock on our bedroom door.
“Come in.” After a while we see a familiar blonde head pop in but unlike most times the shy boy runs in.
“Mum, Da, Carter told me that Santa comes tu visit them eva year. Is that true? W-will Santa really come here? Carter s-said th-that he met him. C-can I meet ‘im tu? Father always told me th-that Santa was tu b-busy tu visit bad kids like me. If he’s comin’ here doesna th-that mean I’ve finally b-been taken off the n-naughty list?” Fer the first time since Mason move into our home from the orphanage, he’s excited. I hear a sniffle and turn to see me Beauty coverin’ her face and I canna say I wasna just as moved. Swallowin’ the feelin’ of guilt and sadness down into the pit of me stomach, I go down on one knee and put me hand on the head of the boy whose life my indecisiveness affected the most.
“Aye, Mace. Santa will be coming around the mountain this time fer yu-” a snort like laugh is heard through Kahlani’s tears and I look back tu see her burst out laughin’. “Wat’s so funny Beauty?” She grabs her stomach laughin’ hard wiping tears from her eyes.
“Conner that is NOT how that song goes.”
“Beauty focus.” Chuckling she nods covering her mouth, still giggling.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Continue Santa will be coming around the mountain.”
“Right, he sure will and guess wat Mason?”
“Wat Da?”
“Yer mum and I know Santa personally, and I can guarantee yu that yu’ve ALWAYS been on the good list. Wit’ dat said I’ll make sure that fat fe-” the slap on the back of me head reels me back in. Shite. Clearin’ me throat I look back tu me son still standin’ there wit’ excitement on his face and start tu get the picture of why me Beauty feels Christmas is so important. “Wat I meant tu say was I’ll make sure he compensates yu fer yer missed Christmases, Aye?”
“Aye da. Thank yu so much mum.” He starts blinking rapidly and I pat his head an turn him tu the door so he wouldna start cryin’ As soon as I do Carter comes in and walks right up tu him and grabs his hand.
“I told yu Mace dinna worry about nothin’. Come on let’s go make our Christmas list.”
“Hold it mister. Where are yer sisters?” He continues to pull Mason tu me door damn near ignorin’ me the little shite.
“They are downstairs wit’ auntie Charity and aunty Remy.” Kahlani perks up and runs out of the room leaving me alone. Christmas aye? Walkin’ out me room I pass the staircase where I hear all the kids playing and laughing and then pass Carter’s room where I see him helping Mason write a letter tu Santa.
“-ke sure yu tell him tu get yu…” After checking on them, I head tu the place where me brothers and I are supposed tu be meeting up. As soon as I walk in, I see them, as well as Chase and Chance talking.
