Stefan Salvatore (choseownpath) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-01-09 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, rebekah mikaelson, stefan salvatore |
Who: Stebekah (and an appearance by Natalia)
What: Christmas morning cuteness.
Where: Their house
When: December 25th, 2014
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete when posted
Christmas had become more about spoiling their child than it had about spoiling themselves. Maybe that was when you finally became an adult when you liked buying for other people rather than receiving. Rebekah stretched her legs out and rolled over to find her husband still in the bed. It had been a bit of a late evening since they had to wait to make sure their daughter was asleep before they could put the Santa presents out. A hand lifted up to rub the sleep out of her eyes as she scooted up to kiss him on the chin. “Good morning,” her voice was husky with sleep as she snuggled up against him, “I give ourselves about 10 minutes until Natalia comes running into the room.”
Stefan’s arms slipped comfortably around Rebekah even in his half-asleep state as she nestled against him,and he rubbed his cheek against the top of her head, humming slightly in reply before speaking. “Remember the good old days, before Talia learned to walk?” he sighed, then nosed behind her ear, determined to not give in to awakeness yet. “You’ve been dreaming again,” he added. “Your accent is seeping through.”
“Remember the good old days when she had no idea how to properly open a door and we could continue to use the childproof locks?” she countered with a soft laugh and then made a noise of protest when he brought up her accent. Her flushed cheeks were buried against his neck and she lightly poked at his side in retaliation, “Shuddup about my accent.” It was something that was happening to her and she wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it or regretting it, but there was nothing she could do. The accent was a part of her and if she continued to dream then it would probably never leave.
“Oh, but it’s so very exotic,” Stefan teased, squirming away when she poked him. “It sounds British. Aren’t you a thousand year old Viking?” He managed to maneuver his way on top of her, caging her body beneath him, and smirked down at her. “I’m waiting for you to wake up some day sounding like the Swedish Chef.”
That comment certainly earned an eye roll and she reached up to grab at his nose with an mock-annoyed look on her face. “I am not going to sound like the Swedish Chef! But yes, I’m a thousand year old Viking, but apparently British - or even slightly Australian sometimes. But I will not sound like the Swedish Chef, you brat,” once she tweaked his nose she reached up with both hands to cover his face, “I will never kiss you again if you bring that up anymore.”
Stefan tugged her hands down so he could look at her, and raised an eyebrow. “Threats before six am? How does the expression go...don’t write checks you can’t cash?” He leaned down, brought his face close to hers, then ran his thumb down her cheek and over her lip. “Like you could resist kissing this face ever again.”
“I’m feeling feisty on Christmas,” She countered with a laugh and her cheeks definitely flushed when he leaned down like that. Oh how she hoped their daughter wouldn’t come through the doors anytime soon because she was enjoying this intimate banter with her husband. When his thumb ran over her lips she playfully tried to bite it, “I bet I could make myself resist you. But it would require moving out and all that and I’m way too lazy for that.”
“Well, that’s basically the reason we’re still together,” Stefan agreed, dropping a kiss lightly on her nose before pulling back, rolling over to lay back against the mattress with a sigh. It was way too early to be this awake, but there was no help for it now. “Moving expenses are outrageous these days.”
“Exactly. Some day I’ll have enough saved away to hire a moving crew and then I’m outta here,” she giggled as she spoke. She certainly couldn’t keep a straight face talking about things like that because the two of them were in it for the long haul. She couldn’t see herself with anyone else but him and waking up beside him every day was so perfect. When he landed on his back she sat up slightly and propped herself up on her elbow and looked over at him, “Hello there, sexy.”
Stefan’s eyebrows did a complicated move as he regarded her, then he moved his arms to lace his fingers behind his head, knowing that it would make the muscles of his arms and abdomen flex. So, maybe he enjoyed that she still liked looking at him. “Hello yourself,” he replied softly.
“Oh my god, stop that,” she quipped as she watched him flexing and knew he was doing it on purpose. She reached behind her to grab one of her pillows and arched it back over to playfully hit him with it, “You are not allowed to be that sexy this early in the morning. Especially when our child is going to come into this room at any moment. And speaking of Natalia, everything is ready to go downstairs right? Santa made sure to eat all the cookies up?”
“...Santa may have shared a few of the cookies with the reindeer,” Stefan admitted, laughing, smug even as his hands came up to protect himself from her pillow attack. “But it was for a very worthy cause, because he knows how much Mrs. Claus likes his abs.”
“Mrs. Claus would have happily shared the cookies with him,” She pointed out with a laugh before taking the pillow away once the attack was over. She rolled over slightly halfway onto him and playfully nipped at his jaw, “Your abs aren’t as amazing as those cookies tasted. Sorry.”
Stefan laughed and slipped his arms around her, comfortably, and kissed the side of her face. It was then that he heard the telltale thump of little toddler feet and legs, and he nuzzled Rebekah’s cheek. “Incoming,” he murmured.
Their hearing had become quite attuned to their child as she grew and she heard the same telltale signs. There was a bit of a soft sigh as she kissed him quickly before getting up. She noticed Natalia looking at them on the side of the bed, “Good morning, baby!” She moved so she could reach down and bring their child onto their bed and set the girl in between here and Stefan.
And of course the first words out of her mouth were, “Santa come? It’s Christmas! Time for presents?” That earned a laugh as she reached up to brush Natalia’s wild bedhead out of her face, “Give us a couple minutes and we can go downstairs and see if Santa came. Hope you were a good girl.”
Stefan smiled at his two favorite people in the world, and sat up as Rebekah sat her down between them. He brushed his lips against Rebekah’s cheek and then Natalia’s forehead. “Of course she was a good girl, she’s our daughter, right?” he boasted.
“Good, I’m excited to see what Santa brought then,” she playfully poked at Natalia’s belly as she moved to go grab a robe to put on. She had just put on a tank top and boxers to go to bed in since she realized that sleeping naked with a two year old wasn’t a good idea. She shrugged the robe on, “Stefan, want me to grab your robe?”
“Just toss me a shirt?” Stefan replied, flashing her a smile over Natalia’s head. He’d learned the hard way to sleep in his boxer briefs. “And then we can go downstairs and get a start on those presents.”
She grabbed one of her favorites, a Bon Jovi concert shirt, and tossed it over at him. She walked back over to the bed and sat down as she quickly checked her phone to make sure nothing urgent had happened overnight and sent off a few texts to her family and friends. It was long enough for Stefan to possibly get dressed and she glanced over her shoulder to make sure, “Ready?”
By the time Rebekah had finished with her phone, Stefan was not only dressed, but standing, with a very impatient Natalia holding on to his hand.
“Just waiting on you, sweetheart,” he drawled.
“Pain,” she quipped back with a grin as she got off the bed and went to join them. This was what a perfect Christmas felt like. She had an amazing husband and a beautiful child to spend this time with and she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Especially with experiencing Natalia’s child-like wonder at everything.