12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS : DAY 1 : HIDING PRESENTS
Erik x Black Reader (as always)
[the Christmas tradition ensues in y'all household]
“E, you sleep?” You call out to your fiance as you listen to his snores and the sound of the ambient sounds machine you bought him to soothe the nightmares.
Every year you and Erik would hide gifts around your home to find on Christmas day and every year he would find yours or either guess what it is.
You are to this day trying to figure out how he bought a whole ass pink Camaro with hottie detailed on the license plate like you dreamed of without you knowing.
You were determined to outsmart him by putting it away in the dishwasher. He always washed them by hand and would never find the watch and diamond accented chain set in there. You crept down the stairs past your pitbull Rocky, rubbing his back as he perked up to check on you.
“Good boy. Mama’s going to hide all of Daddy’s stuff. He think he’s slick. Did you see where he put mine?” You ask giggling softly as he seems to sit and listen before laying his head back down. Back to the task at hand.
You move around the kitchen stealthily before putting everything in its spot and trying to ease back up the stairs without too much of a sound.
You let out a sigh of relief as the sleeping man turns on his side, eyes still closed. You lay next to him and he moves over to lay his head on your stomach and his arm around your midsection.
He was up the moment he felt you leave the bed but wanted to give you a moment to accomplish your mission.
“The kitchen ma? You thought you was slick huh?” He asks while chuckling sleepily.
You pout for a second before shaking your head.
“Can’t hide shit from your nosey self. Watch you ain’t gon’ get nothing for Christmas , Mr. Know It All.” You say jokingly as you massage his scalp softly and down to his temples.
You hum softly as you feel him relax against you and his thick fingers massaging over your sides and stomach.
You met Erik when he was in a tough spot in his life and was estranged from his family. Your family became his as they welcomed him with open arms.
“You know I'mma act surprised when the family come over like I do every year anyway. Damn it’s really our 5th Christmas together. Time be going by fast. I can’t front and act like these haven’t been the best years of my life though. Last year when me and your pops got drunk off of fuckin’ Crown Royal and starting singing My Girl to you and moms.” He says laughing lowly and plucking his fingers as he remembers the moment.
“Bruh, my daddy almost tore his knees up trying to do that dip to the floor.” You say shaking your head
“Everybody got a past. Just know that if you hurt my little girls feelings i’m going to have to blow your kneecaps out, son.” Your mother threatened upon meeting him.
“You know I love your ass to hell and back. I’m excited to see everybody too. You know that they’re gonna want to see the engagement ring and we’ve got to get a nut-free cake for Nakia and Auntie Yolanda always talking bout she don’t like sweet potato pie. But last year I seen her ass carrying 3 plates out to her car with it on there. And I can’t stand the smell of ham right now so we’re going to have to find something else in its place.” You say not realizing that you’ve just spilled the final present.
“You pregnant?” He asks cocking his head to the side to look at you a small smile playing on his lips as he turns his head to kiss all over your stomach.
“I can’t keep shit to myself. 6 weeks baby. Can you believe that shit? ‘Member when I kept throwing up in Bali and I thought that I caught some type of bug?” You ask as he sits up to hold you in his arms
“Damn, I’m really gonna be a daddy daddy now. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He says letting out a thank you to you for choosing him, the gods for choosing you, and the little baby that’s still forming and growing for choosing both of you.
“Merry Christmas E.” You say to Erik as you swipe the tear from the corner of his eye and place lazy tired kisses to his chest.
“I love you” he says as he pulls you closer to him to cuddle you protectively and rock you back to sleep.
“Hollup, you still ain’t slick Stevens. Where did you hide my gifts?"