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As promised, here is my Dersha Christmas Fic. I apologize for taking so long, but I’m sure it’s still Christmas somewhere, right? Ha! This is just a little somethin’ somethin’ to add to the holiday cheer. Enjoy!
Derek and Ahsha have been married for almost a year (Dec. 27th)
and this is their first Christmas together as a married couple.
The holiday cheer was definitely in the air. Stores and the
mall stayed packed with shoppers, neighborhoods were decorated with lights and
you couldn’t escape the Christmas music.
Ahsha was cooped up in her office, finalizing costume
designs for the next month’s dances. Since moving to Miami, her career had
flourished. Though it was everything she had been working towards, Ahsha still
couldn’t believe her dreams had come true. Under her direction, the Miami Heat
Dancers were literally on fire. They had always been a popular dance squad,
known for their hard core hip hop routines, but they needed a young and fresh
leader. That’s when the newly married Ahsha Roman became part of the Heat
family. Running a dance team was a tough task. Not only did Ahsha choreograph
most of their routines, she was also the director. That meant attending
meetings, traveling, and making sure the girls on the team didn’t break
contract or make a bad name for the organization. Ahsha appreciated being part
of a team without all the extra scandals in the news headlines. Sure, Miami had
their fair share of drama, like any professional sports organization, but it
wasn’t on the level of the Devils. No one was on that level. Going to work
without hearing about a murder, the owner pimping out the dancers and all the
other mess, was a relief.
“Mrs. Roman,” a voice called from behind the slightly open
Closing her notebook and stacking it in the corner of her
desk, Ahsha invited her guest inside. “Come in.”
Danielle, one of the Heat dance captains, stepped inside the
spacious office. “Ohhhh, loving the Christmas decorations. Nice! Just wanted to
drop the choreography book by your office. We added a few more songs to the
“Thank you,” Ahsha said, flipping through the large
notebook. “I’ll go through these when I get back in town.”
“And we got this for you,” Danielle added, placing a bright
red bag on Ahsha’s desk. “Since we won’t see you on Christmas.”
“Awww, you all are too sweet. Thanks Dani. I’ll try to wait
until Christmas to open this,” she chuckled, standing to hug Danielle. Ahsha
loved each and every one of her dancers, but Danielle was like a little sister
she never had. When she arrived in Miami, Danielle didn’t really have her head
on straight. The dancer had moved from Seattle all the way to Miami to start a
dance and modeling career. That meant making stupid decisions that not only
were an embarrassment to herself but to the organization. The last director had
given up all hope and suspended the dancer until Ahsha came on as the new
leader. Being a younger woman, Ahsha seemed to connect with Danielle. That
connection and Ahsha’s ability to see the good in people, helped steer Danielle
on the right road. She was still a work in progress and had a long way to go.
“No you won’t. You’ll open it as soon as you get home. Will
you be back in time for our appearance this afternoon,” the dancer stopped at
the door on her way out.
“I have an appointment so I’m not sure. Kelly will be around
so you all should be good,” she reassured with a smile.
“Okay. Talk to you when you get back. Merry Christmas,”
Danielle sang, skipping out of her director’s office.
Later that Afternoon
The Heat basketball team was on their way back from a game
in Colorado. Like always, Derek called his wife before the flight back to let
her now he was on his way. It was something Ahsha appreciated and looked
forward to when he was out of town.
“Look at you glowing. Miami is treating you well, baby,”
Derek smiled over the Facetime call.
Ahsha blushed as she turned the car off and sat back against
her seat. “I’m glowing because I’m
talking to you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Derek chuckled, his warm smile making Ahsha’s
spread across her face. “What are you up to?” he asked.
“Just leaving the arena and headed to a meeting now. By the
time you get home, I’ll have all the stuff out so we can put up our tree,”
Ahsha replied. This would be their first Christmas as a married couple. Putting
up a tree was actually very exciting for them since it would a tradition they
could start together. When Ahsha was a little girl, she and Sloane would pick a
night to decorate the house, while baking cookie and looking at bad Christmas
movies. Now Ahsha wanted to pass that same tradition to her own family. Though
it was only the two of them, for now.
“Okay. Well, I’m about to get on this plane. I’ll see you at
“Yes, baby. I love you,” Ahsha beamed, unable to hide her
excitement about her man coming home. He had been gone for three days. They
were both missing each other like crazy. The newlywed bliss hadn’t worn off
“I love you too. Have fun at your meeting. See you when I
get home.” Derek crooned, his deep voice held so much promise. The wink he
threw her before hanging up told Ahsha all she needed to know.
Later that Night
The aroma in the Miami mansion made Derek’s stomach growl as
he walked through the back door. Sugar cookies were baking in the oven, while a
pot of chili cooked in the crock pot.
“Mmmm, smells good in here,” Derek sniffed, placing his bag
by the door before making his way over to his wife.
Ahsha shrieked, throwing her oven mitt to the side and
running towards Derek. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist when she
leaped into his arms. “Didn’t even hear you come in.”
The player linked his arms around his wife and pressed his
lips to hers. “You were into your music. Look at you all festive and stuff.”
“Trying to get into the holiday spirit. I missed you
though,” Ahsha sang, sounding like a school girl talking to a crush.
“I missed you too,” he replied, kissing Ahsha again before
putting her back on her feet. “Looks like you’re throwing down in the kitchen.
The chili smells nice.”
“Figured I’d make dinner and dessert like my mom does for
Christmas tree night. She usually wears a onesie with me but I couldn’t find
one big enough to fit you.” Ahsha’s suggestive tone made Derek chuckle.
Not being home in Los Angeles was hard for her and she was
trying to make light of it. But Derek knew this was a tradition Ahsha and
Sloane had started when she was a child and Ahsha had never missed a year,
until now. She was homesick and
thankfully they would be returning to Los Angeles to spend Christmas with
Sloane and Pete. They had been in Miami since the end of last season and Ahsha
hadn’t seen her family since then. Derek knew it was rough for her because she
had never been away from home for this long. So continuing the tradition
started by Sloane made the distance a little better.
“Oh yeah?” Ahsha was back at the crock pot checking on the
chili while Derek was stealing sugar cookies behind her back.
“Derek,” she exclaimed, only to laugh when Derek stole
another one. “You better be glad you’re cute. We’re supposed to be decorating
those with the icing.”
“You know I have a sweet tooth, baby,” came Derek’s reply
along with a kiss on the cheek.
“Sure do. Now stop stealing my cookies,” she teased,
playfully pushing Derek away.
Still not following his wife’s demands, Derek leaned over
and whispered in her ear, “I can think of some cookies to steal and I’m not
talking about the ones over there on the counter.”
“Well if you’re a good boy, then you can get extra,” she teased
back in mock innocence.
“My girl,” Derek replied, gently slapping her rear before
disappearing up the back steps that led to the master suite.
Mrs. Roman smiled to herself as she removed the last batch
of cookies from the oven. Their sexual banter always made Ahsha laugh. Just a
few years ago, she was too shy to even say the type of stuff she said to Derek.
“Hurry back! We still have to put the tree up,” she yelled up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Derek ran back down the steps in more
comfortable attire. Derek Roman wasn’t
comfortable until he was shirtless and Ahsha didn’t mind one bit. Seeing that
body on a daily was a blessing.
“I see you’re all packed and ready for LA,” Derek said as he
followed Ahsha to the island in the middle of their spacious kitchen.
“Yep,” she quickly replied, sitting on the counter.
Though Ahsha had a great job and was doing what she loved,
occasionally Derek felt bad for taking the deal. He felt like he had ripped
Ahsha away from her home and she made a big sacrifice for him. At times like
this, he could tell she missed home and it made him feel guilty. For the past
few weeks, she had been acting strange. Every time he asked, she would brush it
off. That’s what drove Derek to wonder if she wasn’t happy in Miami.
Ahsha had jumped off
the counter and turned the chili on low before making her way to the living
room. “I’ve never had a real tree,” she gushed, looking at the large tree that
had been delivered to their home earlier that day.
“I’ve never had a tree, period,” Derek laughed. “My
grandmother never wanted to take them down so she just never put them up.”
“Awww, well now you have one,” Ahsha added, dragging a box
of decorations towards the couch.
The couple began setting up their tree before pulling out
all the decorations they wanted to use. Ahsha hummed Christmas carols under her
breath as she picked out silver and red decorations.
Something was definitely on Ahsha’s mind and Derek assumed
it was about her being homesick. Little
did he know, her odd behavior had nothing to do with wanting to be home for the
“Baby, can I ask you something,” Derek asked, interrupting
their silence. Ahsha’s bright eyes stared into his, telling him to continue. “Do
you like it here?”
“Wha-What do you mean by that,” she questioned, still
frozen. “I mean…I miss home sometimes but I love my job and the team. Getting
along with the wives here is a different story but I’m fine. What made you ask
Communication was an issue for them in the past and they
both worked hard at making sure they talked to each other. No matter how heated
their discussions could get or how mad it made them, they made sure to
communicate. This time was no different. Ahsha not being happy had crossed
Derek’s mind multiple times, especially during the holiday season.
“But you wish that we could have stayed back in LA,” Derek
The dancer pursed her lips. “There’s certain things that I
miss about home but I’m happy, Derek. If that’s what you’re wondering.”
“You sure? I would understand if you weren’t, being so far
way from your family and the Devil Girls,” he continued, the guilt somewhat
subsiding when Ahsha walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I’m happy. Here with you in this big ol’ house, with my job
and my team. I’m living in a dream and I couldn’t ask for a better husband. I’m
fine, I promise,” Ahsha reassured her husband, standing on her tip toes to
brush her lips against his. “This is our first Christmas together as a married
couple and our anniversary is coming up. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”
Her sweet grin was contagious and caused Derek to smile. “Okay.
Guess I just feel kinda guilty dragging you here away from everyone.”
“You didn’t drag me anywhere. Remember we made this decision
together and I’m happy with it. Sure, I get homesick and I miss everyone, but
being here with you makes all of that better. You know?”
“Yeah, I know,” the player muttered, bringing Ahsha’s lips
to his again. “Don’t be afraid to talk to me if you ever feel-“
“Babe, stop putting a damper on my holiday cheer. Let’s get
our tree decorated so we can eat. I’m starving,” Ahsha groaned, returning to
the box of ornaments.
No one came in between Ahsha Roman and her food. Not even
her husband. “What’s new? When aren’t you starving?”
“When you feed me,” she shot back.
The player’s lips curved into smirk. “Now, you know I always
feed you and keep you full.” Well, he did have a good point.
Knowing she had set herself up for that reply, Ahsha could
only shake her head.
Their concentration stayed on the tree as Christmas music
echoed throughout the mansion. Occasionally, the couple would catch each
other’s eye. Even in a footed reindeer onesie, Ahsha looked beautiful. After a year of marriage, Derek often had
moments where he couldn’t believe he’d found a wife like Ahsha. Her radiant
beauty and big heart still made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.
Ahsha bit her lip as she attempted to reach one of the
higher branches to hang a bright red ornament.
“Do you need me to pick you up, baby,” Derek crooned as
though he was talking to a small child. “Too short to reach the branch?”
That remark got him a light slap to the arm. Derek lifted
his wife to the branch and placed her back on her feet. “I’m not that short,”
she chuckled, brushing off her hands.
After they finished the tree, Derek and Ahsha returned to the
kitchen to eat their dinner. They sat at the kitchen island, Ahsha’s legs were
resting across Derek’s lap. “You threw down on this chili. I may eat the whole
pot,” Derek exclaimed, squeezing Ahsha’s thigh.
“My grandma came up with this recipe years ago,” she
responded, holding a spoonful of chili up to Derek’s lips.
“Well, I love your grandma…and you for keeping the tradition
going,” Derek added. “I’m sure our kids will look forward to this every
Christmas. I know I will now.”
The mention of kids made Ahsha’s lips curve into a small
grin that she thought Derek didn’t notice. Her odd behavior had little to do
with being homesick and a lot to do with a secret she had been keeping. The
plan was to keep the secret until Christmas Day, but things weren’t working out
that way. Derek had already called her out on acting weird. Keeping this type
of secret from her husband was hard, especially when she had found out weeks
“What’s that look for,” Derek asked, catching Ahsha off
Seemed like nothing got past Derek. “You’re blushing.”
There went the plan to keep the secret until they got to Los
Angeles. Derek wasn’t going to leave Ahsha alone until she spilled the beans. “I
only smiled,” she argued, knowing he would only keep questioning her.
“Smiling about what? I know that look,” he pressed, smiling
from ear to ear because he knew he had her flustered. “That was one of those
sneaky smiles. What are you hiding?”
Like Ahsha thought, she would give herself away before
Christmas. Derek’s nosey nature and ability to read her put an instant end to
her secrecy. She either had to lie and keep her surprise hidden or tell him the
truth. Derek was the type to not let things go, so she decided to go ahead and
let him know the good news.
“Sometimes knowing each other so well is a bad thing,” Ahsha
said, placing her spoon back in the bowl and leaning forward. “I wanted to wait
until Christmas to tell you.”
When Ahsha paused, Derek automatically got worried. “Tell me
what? Everything okay,” Derek asked, his hand tightening around her thigh.
“Yeah, everything is fine. Unless you’re not okay with being
a daddy,” Ahsha smiled shyly, her eyes glossing over with tears of joy. They
had been trying for a baby since their honeymoon. Both grew a little impatient
when it didn’t happen right away. Derek wasn’t joking when he said he wanted a
big family. During their honeymoon, he mentioned wanting at least five kids. Having
a dysfunctional family made him want to give his children the world.
“You trying to tell me something, baby,” The expression on
Derek’s face was priceless.
“Yes, I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby,” she gushed, tears
now rolling down her cheeks. When Ahsha first found out she was pregnant, she
was nervous as hell. Sure, the baby would be set and she didn’t need to worry. But,
bringing a child into the world was scary. Their lives would forever be changed
and this was a huge step for them.
“You serious,” Derek cheesed, still not able to believe his
“It’s been confirmed by more than one test. I’m pretty sure
you knocked me up,” his wife laughed, holding a hand to her stomach.
“Wow,” was all Derek could say as he rested his hand on top
The couple didn’t even finish their dinner. Excitement had
taken over as Derek leaned over to kiss Ahsha’s stomach. “I’m going to be the
best father I can be. I will promise you that…and you too,” Derek promised
before kissing his wife once more.
“I know you will,” Ahsha whispered, wiping her tears.
Three Days Later
Sloane and Pete couldn’t be happier to have their daughter
back home for the holidays. They hadn’t seen her since Derek and Ahsha took off
for Miami. Derek and Ahsha planned to keep the baby news to themselves until
they got to Los Angeles. Along with a trip to Paris, the Romans found a way to
incorporate their surprise into a gift.
“Ahsha told me you loved the famous Hayes chili,” Sloane
shouted from the kitchen.
“Yeah, I think I ate one too many bowls of it,” Derek responded
as he, Pete and Ahsha made their way to the dining room table. Pete and Sloane
had moved out of Ahsha’s childhood home and into a house with more space. Sloane
was most excited about more room for her garden and a larger kitchen.
“Well, I was on my own eating it since Sloane doesn’t eat
meat. Imagine that,” Pete teased.
“Eww, okay. I don’t need to hear about you two’s stomach
issues,” Ahsha gagged.
“Ha! Ahsha couldn’t leave the house after eating too much
chili one year,” Sloane added, earning a gasp from her daughter.
Everyone at the table was laughing at Ahsha’s embarrassment.
Sloane appeared with homemade sweet rolls in tow, sitting them in the middle of
the table with the rest of dinner.
“Mmmmmm. All of this smells amazing,” the dancer sniffed,
reaching over and grabbing two rolls for her already full plate.
Ahsha’s hoarding of the food caught Pete’s eye. “Looks like
someone has quite the appetite.”
“Didn’t get to eat breakfast, plus you can’t just eat one of
these rolls.” That was true but there was no denying her appetite had picked up
in the last few weeks. Trying to keep a straight face, Derek squeezed Ahsha’s
leg under the table.
“My rolls have that type of affect,” Sloane added, kissing Pete’s
cheek before taking her seat.
Derek and Ahsha glanced at each other. They had opened gifts
earlier that day and Ahsha wanted to be suspenseful and hold off on the ‘special’
Ahsha cleared her throat and reached under the table to grab
two gift bags. “We have one more present for you. I saved the best for last.”
Confusion was etched on Pete and Sloane’s faces. What could possibly
be better than a week long trip to Paris?
“Open it,” Ahsha beamed, clasping her hands together in
glee. This moment was more exciting than finding out she made the Devil Girls
or when Derek got her back on the team.
Sloane was the first to pull out a coffee mug that read, “Grandma of the Year” in bright pink
letters. Pete was next, reading his t-shirt aloud. “The best dads get promoted
There was a short pause and then a loud scream from the new
“Ahhhhhh! Does this mean what I think it does,” Sloane squealed,
jumping to her feet, and running over to Derek and Ahsha’s side of the table.
“Yes,” Derek answered, his chest puffed out in pride.
“Oh my goodness. This is the best gift ever. Congrats
sweetie,” the mother exclaimed, kissing her daughter’s cheek, and pulling her
into a tight hug.
A smile spread across Pete’s face. “Congrats, kids!”
“Awww, I can’t believe my baby girl is having a baby,” Sloane
cried, hugging her son-in-law. “How long have you known?”
“A few weeks. I was going to tell you all today but Derek talked it out of me,” Ahsha explained, still in
her mother’s embrace. Sloane pulled away and placed her hand on Ahsha’s
midsection. “I haven’t started showing just yet.”
“You did say you wanted lots of babies. So this is what…number
one out of ten,” Pete joked, clasping a hand on Derek’s back.
“Whoa! Let me have this one before you start talking about
having basketball teams running around.”
The family continued laughing and gushing about the new
addition to their family. It was one of the best Christmases for all of them.
Later that night, Ahsha was soaking in the big jet spa bathtub
in the guest bedroom of her parents’ new home. Derek was downstairs watching
football games with his father-in-law and catching up on other sports talk. The
day had worn the dancer out and the jet water stream had her relaxed.
Once Derek finally turned in for the night, he found Ahsha
still soaking in the tub. “What are you still doing up? You should be getting
some rest,” Derek demanded, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
“I was waiting up for you. You have one more gift to unwrap,”
she teased, pointing to the bow sitting on top of her hair.
Sex didn’t sound like a bad idea but honestly, they both
just wanted to relax and enjoy each other’s company. Plus, Derek was already in
protective mode and didn’t want to tire his lady love out. Derek stripped out
of his clothes and joined Ahsha in the tub.
“Tired,” he asked, settling behind her.
Ahsha rested against his chest. “Mmmmhhmmm.”
“Figured,” came Derek’s quick response as he kissed Ahsha’s
neck. “Still can’t believe this.” His hands caressed his wife’s tummy.
“Me either,” Ahsha replied, closing her eyes. “Can’t wait to
find out what we’re having.”
“I’m going with boy. Then we can try for a girl the second
time around,” Derek suggested. “Since we love trying so much.”
“I think it’s a boy too. Or maybe twins,” Ahsha mumbled,
turning her head towards Derek who had his eyes closed too.
“Twins would be nice. But I’m fine just as long as our baby
is healthy and has all fingers and toes. That’s all that matters, right?”
“Right,” Ahsha agreed.
Finding out Ahsha was pregnant was the best gift anyone
could ask for during the holidays.
Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed and had a great Christmas. Be
on the lookout for a sneak peek into Skylines-The Prequel here soon.
Inspired by your Ninjago Break Dance Au, meet Barry! Or B-Boy Berri when he’s competing.
Being in his early twenties, he surprisingly has gotten on a good start helping out with ballet practice with kids to even high schoolers. That doesn’t stop him from kicking it when he spices up his hip hop routines with his ‘twinkle toes’ as some would like to call him. Obviously, he has a sort of annoyance with Kai. Having choice words about how he isn’t flexible enough for some moves that would really improve his routine. That doesn’t stop him trying to flirt with Zane nor get him to try on pink outfits. He doesn’t have a thing for him, that’s just how he makes friends….maybe.
He will happily teach anyone some basic ballet exercises to improve their own styles or just as a simple work out. Though he has some people banned from his studio due to some ‘fruity’ jokes. Don’t ask.
What kind of backhanded compliment was that Len? “You’re too good of a dancer to be doing that” she’s a hip hop dancer, that’s her style, you’re basically saying that she’s good but you think that hip hop is shit and insulting anybody who dances hip hop. Also, dude we get it you like traditional dances, the hip hop was the tiniest part of the routine and her Jive content was amazing, even if you don’t like hip hop that routine was still better than a 6. Also judges stop having a go at contestants for choreo you don’t like, you have an issue with the choreography take it to the pro, talk to the contestants about their technique.