"Excuse you." Teddy just barely managed to mask the chuckle with pretended insult. "Says the one who usually runs headlong into a conflict without thinking. Alone, I might add." It was a argument years in the making that had long since lost its heat. It was more of an affectionate jab now.
"And besides…" Teddy whispered into Billy’s ear, his hands continuing to rub slow circles into his husband’s skin. "You loved it whenever I decided to try and get us into trouble." His smile widened.
"I seem to remember a night last Christmas. Something about how your parents would never find out I was sleeping in your room despite the fact that their room was right across the hall and you refused to be quiet."
Billy giggled softly, squirming a little as Teddy’s voice in her ear sent goosebumps up her arms. “I still can’t believe they insisted we sleep in separate rooms as if we haven’t lived together since we were eighteen and been married for a year. Like I was going to make you sleep on that lumpy couch downstairs.”
"I was just relieved that they didn’t give me that look and lecture the both of us the next morning." Teddy had fully intended to return to the couch before they woke up. But Rebecca had some crazy internal clock….
"How your mother can rise at the crack of dawn. even on Christmas morning, is beyond my understanding." Teddy’s lips brushed the skin of Billy’s neck, peppering it with lazy kisses.
They needed more moments like this. More times like this where it was no one but the two of them and neither had anyone or anything demanding their attention. Moment where time stood still and nothing was more important that the simple fact that they were two kids in maddening love with each other. It made his chest swell, his arms pull Billy closer and his hands rub in ever widening circles on Billy’s stomach.
"Oh, they knew." Her face flushed a little. "Mom just had the grace to leave it be, for once. She’s been more concerned about that girlfriend of Matt’s anyway." Rebecca would probably wig out when she found out what had become of her eldest—then again, the woman took just about every strange thing that occurred regarding the family’s sole mutant with great grace. Even if she did insist on making her married son and son-in-law sleep in different rooms on visits. "Tradition," she answered easily, smiling. "When we were kids she’d get up at dawn to make breakfast every day of Hanukkah. Presents weren’t until after dinner, but she always made something really special for breakfast—chocolate chip pancakes or latkes with cream cheese or whatever. When she started doing Christmas when you moved in that sort of got included."
The kicking was starting to calm down, and Billy sighed, relaxing against Teddy’s chest, her head tipping slowly to the side to give Teddy better room to kiss her neck. “I guess they liked breakfast.”