Chapter72

#Chapter72

Christmas Special02

It seemed like hours before the last thing was wrapped, and back aching, and his poor, slashed thumb suffering, but no longer leaking, he herded the gifts into a neat row around the fire, bit the pie Jamie had left out, scattered the carrots, and cup-napped the sippy. A quick clean up job later, he was ready to call it a night.

Then, like a ninja, more specifically, the Beverly Hills ninja, he stealthily made his way up the stairs, cursing as he stubbed his toe, and almost tripping at the tinsel that had unwound itself from the bannister.

Jamie was still sound asleep. His new pyjamas made him look like an elf, down to the pointy footsies that curled at the end, and even had a bell on them. Like a starfish, he had taken advantage of the empty bed, and Stryker had to sneak in and lay on the side.

And he managed to lay there for perhaps an hour before his own excitement crept in.