"Well come on, answer me you asshole, you scared the fucking shit out of both of us." Rachel said to her son Tony who just stood there looking at both of them standing there in their pyjamas and their hair looking like they had both been dragged threw a hedge backwards.
"So you two are both an item now eh?" Tony asked with a big smile on his face.
"About bloody time, it took you both long enough, no wonder you ushered me out the door on Christmas Eve Mum." Tony said as he sat down on one of the armchairs.
"So do I call you mum one and mum two or what?" He then laughed.
"Don't be so smart, you cheeky swine, I am still waiting on an answer to my question...what are you doing here?" Rachel asked him once again.
Tony just sat there looking at them both, he had always fancied Ellie himself and now his mum had beaten him to her. At least he was happy for them both, as Ellie seemed to make his mum smile a lot more than she used to, and he could see the happiness in her too.
"Hey fuck face, answer me." Rachel said, demanding an answer from him.
"Well, this is the first time we were apart for Christmas and it didn't feel quite right. Plus I was worried about you too being here all alone, especially living in this area." Tony explained to his mum.
"But I can now see you're not on your own." He then added as he looked Ellie up and down with a smirk on his face, and really shocking thoughts in his mind.
"Well seeing you have woken us up you can make us both a hot chocolate," Ellie told him, as she sat down on the sofa.
"I'll get the biscuits," Rachel said, as her son made them all a hot chocolate.
"Mum I really was worried about you, I did try not to make any noise coming in the door, as I knew you would be in bed with the house being dark." Tony continued to tell her.
"But I fell over that pair of boots at the door...I take it they are yours Ellie?" Tony asked the gorgeous redhead, sitting next to him and pointing to the offending boots.
Ellie just sat there saying nothing as her face began to turn crimson.
"Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk now, it is nice to have you here for Christmas night Tony, but next time you go away again at least let us know you're coming home." Rachel said to her son as they got up and hugged each other.