Chapter 02
"Gifts On Christmas Morning"
Continued from the story "The Conner Family -- Ch 01 - "A Gift On Christmas Eve." I strongly suggest that you read that one first. Then this one will make sense. -- Rugrat60
Jennifer Ann Conner opened her eyes and looked into a room that was in semi-darkness lit only by the soft glow of blinking Christmas lights of different colors. She was laying on her right side and she was holding on to Ken's arm with her left hand. Then she felt the hot warmth of Ken's body spooned behind her shift a little, then there was a deep intake of air followed by a warm breath which she felt on the back of her neck. It was then she felt his hand resting upon her bare right breast move. Then his fingers suddenly flexed and then relaxed. It was a nice feeling.
She too took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she smiled into the darkness.
Then her thoughts turned to the past few months and her smile faded. She glanced at the clock on the small side table next to the bed. The time was 2:38 AM. Jen was not surprised that she had woken up, as she had done so for months as it was the time when the mild painkillers would usually wear off.
Her smile returned as she realized that it was Christmas Morning. And she was home.
She thought of the man behind her, who held on to her in her sleep. Then she remembered that she was in bed with her life long best friend. Now her lover. And now, her soon to be, future husband. The last two occurring the same day. She smiled again. With the prodding of their parents and family. Well the proposal anyways.
And it's Christmas Morning, she thought happily.
It had been hard those first couple of months after the accident and then the long seemingly unending days of her recovery. But she, as she had been taught by her parents, thought of certain events as gifts. Even if they did not seem so at the time. Of course it only took her until now to think of anything concerning her accident a gift.
The first gift she thought of was of her cousin Ken taking care of her for those long months. Her best friend was there when she needed him. Only now they were not really cousins, both had been adopted. That fact did not change how she felt about him. It only opened up other options.
There was Ken's gift of his unending friendship and unconditional love. That's two and three she said to herself.
Ken's left hand upon her breast felt real nice. Another gift that she was still alive to feel his hand upon her body. That was four.
His arm about her made her feel safe. That was number five. Another rare gift in today's world, thought Jen, remembering her years in the Navy as a fighter pilot. Knowing that Ken was a man whom she could and did trust completely. More so than she had with her ex-husband who had abandoned her.
No! Jen told herself. Not today. Only good thoughts today, she told herself. It's Christmas.
Ken was behind her with his naked body touching her skin, which made her feel wanted. That was number six she counted.
Jen again felt the soft whisper of his breathing on her neck and she did not know why, but it made her feel special. Perhaps because he wants to sleep this close to me. Another gift. That's seven she told herself.
Jen gently lifted her left hand up off of Ken's arm and with her forefinger and thumb she touched the necklace about her neck tracing down it until she felt the ring and cross. With her remaining fore finger and thumb she lifted them so they glinted in the blinking Christmas lights before her eyes. She had parents who had enough love in their hearts to adopt her. Number eight, she thought.
Her brother Brian and cousins came to mind. Nine was family.
