"No, idiot!" I laugh.
"Damn," he replies, pouting his lips childishly.
"It's snowing!" I squeal, bouncing back up to my feet and helping Jake up. "It is?" Jake responds, his voice husky with sleep. I nod, my head bouncing up and down —
"Yeah, it is! We can build a snowman and have a snowball fight and maybe make an igloo." I say hurriedly. Jake's eyebrow raises but he smiles at my enthusiastic reaction to the weather.
"I prefer my suggestion," he replies, wrapping a hand around my waist and pulling me towards him. His chest is bare and he wears red pyjama bottoms that hang loosely on his hips. I pout at him this time, my mouth turning down into a sad frown.
"But its snowing Jake! Let's go outside!" I mutter unhappily against his chest.
"Muffin you're not five. . . Although you are absolutely adorable," he teases, pinching my cheeks. I huff and frown playfully at him in response.
"Hey! No mood swings on Christmas Eve," he says sternly, raising his brow at me. I stick out my tongue at him and he chuckles before lunging forward, wrapping his mouth around my tongue.
"Ew!" I whisper-yell at him, careful not to wake the others. He smirks at me before wrapping his arm around my legs and flinging me over his shoulder. His bare back quickly becomes my only view and I squeal, slapping him multiple times.
"Put me down!" I whisper at him, the blood beginning to rush to my head and make me lightheaded.
"Jake! Where are we going?" I protest. He chuckles quietly under his breath, his body vibrating underneath me.
"Duh, isn't it obvious? To my room so we can have sex."
I giggle loudly, placing my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.
"You're impossible Jake Melvin." I tell him, shaking my head. He slowly lowers me onto his bed and I bounce down onto the warm sheets.
"Shut up Muffin," he responds playfully, pulling the hoody off over my head. He walks over to his door, locking it before walking back over to me. His eyes shine brightly and I mirror his expression, both of us completely content with life.
I glance at the swirls of blue in his eyes, eyes that I've fallen completely in love with.
"Merry Christmas Eve Jake."
*****
"What should we get Ivory?" I ask Jake, wondering around the shop. I glance at all the little Christmas presents the shop has displayed yet none of them seem right for her.
"A box of condoms so she doesn't get pregnant?" He suggests, swinging the shopping bags in his hand. I turn to face him, raising my brow at him and he shrugs giving me a show stopping smile that I can't help but return.
"Let it go Jake," I grin at him leaning up to peck his lips lightly.
"Never." He grumbles before kissing me again, longer this time. I sigh against him, my hand automatically finding its way in his. He holds onto me tightly, giving my hand a little squeeze before we go back to browsing for Christmas presents.
"Why is it always so busy here on Christmas Eve?" Jake mumbles as crowds of people struggled to past us.
"It's a day before Christmas, what do you expect?" I ask him, grunting as someone barges into my shoulder sending me flying backwards. Jake's hand instantly tightens around mine and stops me from flying into a stack of toys inches away. He protectively pulls me towards him, growling at the person who'd now disappeared into the crowd.
"Idiot. Are you okay Muffin?" He asks me, looking down at me worryingly. I nod, dusting myself off before giving him a reassuring smile.
"Next year we buy everything online," he says bluntly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to keep me next to him. I smile at his words —
"Does that mean you want to spend next Christmas with me too?" I ask, my eyes shining with happiness. He looks down at me, a warm smile spreading across his own face —
"No. . . I want to spend every Christmas with you," he mumbles, placing a gentle kiss on my nose.
"You're mine Muffin."
I cuddle into his chest, unable to keep the smile off my face as we walk along to the next shop. An hour later, we leave the shop with the perfect gift for Ivory. It's a beautiful silver chain necklace with her initial as the pendant on the end. It shined brightly in the shop and I knew instantly she would love it. It came gift wrapped in a dainty little black box tied with an ivory coloured ribbon.
It's practically made for her.
"Want to get some food?" I ask Jake and he nods quickly, holding his stomach.
"Thought you'd never ask, I'm wasting away here," he jokes and I giggle at him, pulling him along to the food court. I knock shoulders with someone and turn to apologise when my eyes meet familiar large brown ones. It's like looking in the mirror, only at an older version of myself.
"Mum." I say surprisingly, taking a step back away from her. She smiles tightly at me, her eyes flashing with recognition. My eyes travel down to her hands where she's clutching onto someone's tightly, Trevor.
I glance at him, my eyes burning with hatred from the sight of his face. I feel Jake stiffen beside me and he pulls me gently behind him, creating a barrier between Trevor and I.
I study Trevor carefully, noticing how he seems to flinch every time Jake moves. That's when it finally dawns of me — he's petrified.
His eyes are large and he tries to mask over his fear yet I still notice the tugs he makes on Mum's hand, forcing her to walk away. I glance up at Jake who's smirking at Trevor, a humorous glint in his
