All sexual participants are 18+. This is fiction, I made it all up. I suggest reading Part 1 first.
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Chapter 10 -- Christmas Day
I never heard the hurricane building. One moment I was blissfully asleep spooning my sister and the next moment I have a 30-pound monster jumping on my stomach insisting I wake up, Santa was here.
Tabatha screams, "Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Wake Up! Wake Up! It's Christmas!"
My eyes are just barely working but I spot John and Jane dressed and smiling at my doorway.
John explains, "She got us up half an hour ago. We made her shower and dress before attacking you two."
Tabatha is now crawling on Donna, pushing her to wake up. She almost pulling the blanket down. We can't have that, I need to distract her.
I give Tabatha orders, "We can't open presents until we have breakfast in this house. You are in charge. John will wake up Anthony and Karen. I then want you, Karen, your mother, and Donna to start making breakfast. John, Tony, and I must make a quick trip. Don't worry, we won't be gone long. I need one more present. I am counting on you to have breakfast ready when we get back."
Now to everyone I say, "I want pancakes, waffles, omelets, toast, bacon, sausage, hash browns, fruit, and fresh squeezed orange juice."
I look at John, "Get Anthony, make sure he packs."
That startled John. Nobody else caught my meaning. Donna and I take a quick shower. My trip is going to take longer than it will to make breakfast. I want Donna to slow things down.
I whisper in Donna's ear, "I will be back in an hour."
She is surprised and concerned, "What are you up to?"
I admit, "No good."
I smiled, she did not.
John, Anthony, and I drove out to a bad part of town yet again. This part isn't too far from home. A major highway and lots of money separate the two areas. We pull up to a small run-down house. It looks the same as all the others but this one has 212 on the front door. Anthony and John are in front of me, the occupants can't see me. Anthony knocks on the door hard. To the occupants, I am sure it sounded like a bear at the door.
No answer. He knocks harder this time and we heard a "Go away." The third time, Anthony is a bit mad, I swear he loosened the hinges on the door. A female voice says, "Coming! Hold your pants on!"
Two deadbolts and a chain later, the door opens.
A scared older woman answers the door, "What is so damn important at this time of the morning."
Anthony steps aside points at me, and says, "He is."
Mom instantly recognizes me, screams, "Bill!" and rushes me.
I receive a crushing hug. She is in a tattered robe and shivers from the cold.
I suggest, "Maybe we should go inside, it should be warmer in there."
We do go inside, it was warmer, but it's still cold. We keep our jackets on. My dad came out from the bedroom, he looks annoyed to see me. I guess that means he knows who I am. Anthony opens his coat to show dad the gun then closes his coat.
Anthony says to my dad, "Sir, please have a seat."
Dad stood there, smoldering, silent. Anthony grabs him by the shirt, drags him to a chair, and forces him to sit down. Anthony must have had a dog at one time, he tells my dad, "STAY!"
I instruct mom, "You have five minutes to get dressed. You are coming with me now. At five minutes John takes you over his shoulder to my car regardless of your state of dress. Go."
She quickly ran to her room and in less than five minutes she had her Sunday church outfit on. John and I escort mom out of the house. I drop a hundred-dollar bill on the ground.
I say to my dad, "Merry Christmas pops, don't drink it all in one day."
Moms legs gave out when she saw my car, a stretch limo. John was ready for that as was I. Together, we carried her. Antony watched our backs.
Once in the car and on our way, I explain, "We are going to my home. My staff, Donna, Jane, and Tabatha are making breakfast. You will eat with us. There are presents for Tabatha, you should enjoy that. Tonight, we are making a turkey and ham with lots of fixings. After that, you must make a choice. You can either choose to live in my house or we will take you back to 212 until next year. Any questions?"
Mom sheepishly smiles at me, "Can I run the kitchen?"
I smile and chuckle, "No. I gave that job to Tabatha while we are picking you up. However, I believe your granddaughter is smart enough to ask for help. I am sure you will be most welcome in the kitchen helping or at least help down a nice bottle of wine."
Mom quickly says, "Deal."
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We get home and I yell out, "I recruited more help for the kitchen. Try to be nice to my staff."
I walk into the kitchen with mom. Two spoons hit the floor in shock. Donna, Jane, and Tabatha run to mom and hug her. All four are crying. Yes, my family cries easily.
Donna then runs to me, squeezes me tight, and whispers into my ear, "Thank you."
I hold her at arm's length, then yell, "Tabatha, where's my breakfast!"