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Thanksgiving had come and gone. Christmas planning for the family was formally assigned to Jerry, Mom, and me. We joined forces to create Christmas Eve and Christmas Day festivities for everyone.
By three on Christmas Eve afternoon, Samantha and her crew called it quits and closed the shop until the 26th.
My lady looked a little peaked.
“Come here, my beautiful darling. I want you to rest in my arms for an hour before we head to Jerry and Davie’s.”
She nestled against me on our sofa with one of the biggest sighs I'd ever heard from her.
Not pure contentment. Pure fatigue.
“Home sweet home. Baby, I amsotired. Maybe I should have a Jacuzzi bath before we get dressed. Can you get that ready for me?”
And by the time I came back to tell her it was ready, she was fast asleep on the sofa! I was torn between letting her sleep and waking her for the tub.
She woke on her own, “Jacuzzi with me, baby? Hmm?”
Done! She fell asleep again, spooning against me in the tub, within minutes of feeling the warm jets all over her exhausted, gorgeous body.
I let her sleep. I cupped her breasts that bobbed on the water. But other than that, I just basked in her presence. And made sure the water remained warm enough.
She roused and we dressed.
“Mmm, baby? Zip me up?” But then she caught me in a sensually intimate embrace. A light airy kiss.
“Darlin’, you are ravishing! But … Are you …?”
“…doin’ all right? Yeah, just been doing one of your Tony Starks and burning the candle at both ends.”
I had to propose the obvious, “Wanna stay home?”
“Oh, baby! I couldnevermiss our first family Christmas as husband and wife. Uh-uh. Let’s go!”
We went. Last to arrive. First to leave.
Mom kept her eye on Samantha for the couple of hours we stayed. I only knew this because so did I.
On our way home, my sleepy wife asked, “Baby? What is this code thing?”
“Huh?”
For once, I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Roberta and Genevieve have some kind of sister code. OTL? What is that?”
I laughed and laughed. “Tell me when you first heard it.”
“Oh, last year. When you and I were first dating and you let yourself …” and she punched my arm “… get dehydrated?”
I laughed. “My clueless wife. Left out of thecode,poor girl!”
Samantha was too sleepy to glare at me. She attempted a Harrumph, but couldn’t pull it off, either.
When I tucked her in bed a little later, I whispered to her, “You are my dream-come-true. My One True Love. My OTL.”
She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
On Christmas afternoon, Samantha and I got cornered. Mom asked us, “Have you kids gotten the test?”
