It was still early enough out that it was barely light outside. Bitty cracked an eye open, groggily trying to figure out what had woken him up. He realized, after a short moment, that Jack had come back into the room. He rolled over to dimly see Jack’s dark figure moving around. After shedding his jacket and pants, Jack slid back under the covers. Bitty instinctively wiggled closer to him, but yelped when Jack put his cold feet on his bare legs.
“Jack!” he admonished.
“Sorry,” Jack said amusedly.
Bitty huffed and he rolled back over, but it didn’t take long for Jack’s cold fingers to slide across the bare skin of his stomach from where his t-shirt had ridden up. He pointedly ignored it even though there was no chance he was going to be able to fall back asleep now. Soon, the light touches became ticklish as Jack targeted Bitty’s weak spots until Bitty gave up all pretenses.
“Stop,” he laughed between gasps.
Jack stopped, though his smirk still had a mischievous edge. His hands had stilled for now, but they were still resting dangerously at Bitty’s sides. Bitty distracted him by running his hands through Jack’s hair. He dropped his head on Bitty’s chest.
“Where were you this morning,” Bitty asked quietly.
“Last minute errand,” Jack said vaguely.
They were both quiet for a while, mostly because Jack’s wandering hands had started to drift downwards and was now dipping teasingly just belong the waist band of Bitty’s pajama pants.
It didn’t lost long, however, because quiet, telltale footsteps came thumping down the hall. The door opened slowly, and then the quiet, “Daddy? Papa?”
Bitty considered pretending he was still asleep, but Jack sighed. “Yes, sweetie?”
Annie ran across the room and climbed up on their bed with some assistance from Jack.
Once she was comfortable nestled between them, she looked at both of them with wide eyes. “Santa came,” she whispered conspiratorially.
“Did he? How do you know?” Jack asked.
“I heard him. He came and he brought presents!”
Bitty glanced briefly at Jack. “Did you see him?”
She shook her head. “Nuh uh. I had to pretend I was asleep.”
Jack laughed and kissed her cheek. “Okay, Monkey. Why don’t you run downstairs and see what he brought?”
With a shout of glee, Annie launched herself out bed and ran as fast as her feet could take her.
Bitty eyed Jack. “Santa’s cutting it pretty close with his early morning visit,” he said sardonically.
Jack grinned and gave an easy shrug. “Santa had to pick up a limited edition dream doll house this morning.”
“I thought those were sold out.”
“Santa found a guy.”
“You’re going to spoil her, Jack.”
“Not as much as I’m going to spoil you.”
It was Bitty’s turn to laugh as he leaned in to kiss his husband.
“So, did Santa bring me anything?” he asked suggestively.
“Yes,” Jack promised. “But it’s something for later,” he added with a wink.