“Kitten, are you okay?” Liam asked, opening the front door concernedly.
“I’m fine, hun. Be right in.” Sebastian smiled up at his mate.
Liam looked at Sebastian a second longer and then dubiously shut the door.
“Seriously though, do I need to beat some sense into him?” Sebastian asked.
Felix wiped at his eyes. He should have known his best friend would be on his side. “No, I need to do this for myself. Thanks for the offer though, Shamu,” Felix joked.
“Har har. Just wait until it’s your turn. This shit is not fun. I don’t know how normal human women do this. Rebecca is a damn goddess in my opinion.” Sebastian grunted.
“Let’s get my mate remembering I exist before we plan babies, okay?” Felix rubbed Sebastian’s belly.
“I am not a Buddha statue, stop it.” Sebastian batted Felix’s hand away.
“Okay hun, I gotta go blow his mind with Christmas decorations, then blow him, before I allow him to blow me.” Felix wagged his eyebrows.
“Onward, horny soldier!” Sebastian gave a salute.
“Love ya.” Felix called, getting into the car.
“Love ya back. Oh and Felix,” Sebastian yelled.
Felix stood back up next to the car. “Yeah?”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too.” Felix got in the car and waved as he drove off.
Felix was just putting the finishing touches on the tree when he heard his mate behind him.
“What in the hell is all of this?” Claybourne demanded.
“It’s Christmas decorations. I couldn’t sleep and realized we didn’t even have a tree, so I went out and got one. Of course the stores are picked clean, it’s a good thing that Rian had ordered too much, in his effort to overthrow Martha Stewart.” Felix put the empty ornament box on the coffee table.
He had put up a pre-lit Christmas tree, a garland on the fireplace, and all kinds of Christmas knick-knacks around the room. He had even found two stockings at the grocery store that were perfect for them. One had a stethoscope around it, the other a thermometer.
He decided that pie was beyond him, but he got a tube ofPillsburycinnamon rolls and they made the house smell heavenly. There was even eggnog waiting for him later in the fridge.
“Take it down. Take it all down.” Claybourne’s fists shook beside his body.
“What?” Felix whispered.
“Take it down! It’s gaudy and tacky and, and messy!” Claybourne exploded.
“No! Do you know how hard I have worked to make this special for us? It’s our first Christmas together, we should celebrate,” Felix protested, feeling a ball of ice form in his stomach.
“Did you ever stop to think about what I would want? The tree and the garland are littering needles all over the place. The little snowman is just clutter that I’ll have to move to clean since you don’t feel like you have to. You just created more work for me!” Claybourne ground out from between his clenched teeth.
“What? What!” Felix couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t stop the wave of nausea that crept up the back of his throat. Pushing past his mate, he ran to the guest bathroom and locked the door. He had just enough time to raise the lid and his stomach emptied all of the candy he had been snacking on all morning in fits of nervousness.
“Felix! Felix open the door! Are you all right? Let me in!” Felix could hear Claybourne’s frantic yells.
“You forgot me,” he whispered. The pounding on the door stopped.
“What?” Claybourne asked.
“This morning you forgot me. You locked the door behind you and went to bed. When I came in, I looked around and realized that there was nothing of me in the house. That if you got rid of my clothes I would disappear from your life.” Felix panted and fought back another wave of nausea.
