Mickey yawned and said, “What time is it?”
“After six.”
“What about the turkey?”
“Been there, started that,” Chris said.
Mickey rolled over to face Chris. “Ready to start something else?”
“Silly question.”
They began a long slow session of lovemaking, and just as Chris was about to go over the edge, he heard a knock on the door.
“Are you guys up? Can I go downstairs and open my presents?”
“Run on downstairs, Ted,” Chris said between gasps of pleasure. “But wait for us before you open anything, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Shit,” Mickey said quietly. “Talk about timing.”
“Yeah, the joys of parenthood. We can pick up where we left off when we come back upstairs to shower, shave, and dress.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
They slipped into robes and headed downstairs to join Ted, who was inspecting his presents. There were quite a few colorfully wrapped packages under the tree, but in what seemed like a matter of minutes it was all over.