SEXTAPE, PART IV,
CHAPTER 64.

" 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄. "

( once again, I apologize for any mispelling
in my french! also this is unedited lmfao smh )

"Oh my god, move!" You hiss in a whisper, kicking Nick lightly who was trying to slide into the corner of the couch that you were occupying, well your legs at least. 

You and Jean were taking up a good bit of space, while others were scattered elsewhere in the living room, and you got lucky there was enough room.

Everyone was watching some movie while dinner was being finished up, and it would be so soon you could finally fill your seemingly empty stomach. 

You had pretty much been surviving this hellhole on cookies and spiked eggnog, which obviously wasn't the best way to go, but, it's Christmas.

Nick huffs, slapping you in a way that wouldn't cause too much attention by people who would snitch, 'so and so hit so and so!' which was annoying as fuck.

 So, with a small sigh, you extend your leg to kick him in the shoulder, well, more nudge.

Ignoring him now, you go back to watching the movie, yet you and your brother couldn't help but laugh under your breaths with each other. You were honestly pretty lost by now, and tired, so you close your eyes and get closer to Jean.

Then, like the sounds of angels singing, "Dinner time!"

The entire room was quick to shuffle from their spots in, or on top of furniture, on spaces on the floor and stampede into the kitchen where everyone could fill up their plates with their long awaited meals.

You and Jean were able to push your way to the front so you could get the best servings, and you obviously did. He had figured out your trick to get the good food on top, just push through and apologize since nobody actually gave a fuck.

Once you and him got your dinners, you retreated to the dinner table where people began to come in and sit down as well.

Really, you couldn't help but laugh as your mother told Lydia and Nate that they had to sit at the kitchen counter with the younger kids, since they're barely out of middle school. You were just like them at one point, and the memories were clear in your head already filled with so many others.

Chris and your father had moved to stand and eat in the living room, but your mom had quickly pulled them back in the dining room or else the twins would take their seats, which they wouldn't have let happen either way.

"Y/n, sweetie," You mom speaks, and you swallow your food quickly so you could reply, and turn around in your seat to look at her, who walked past you with a glass of water for your aunt who needed help with her fussy baby. "You're reading the book tonight since your brother doesn't want to this year, Jean you can always help her out as well."

Jean pipes up to the sound of his name, and just nods along with what she had to say. He didn't exactly knew what you were going to read, and so you explained it to him quickly.

Basically, someone was assigned to read 'The Night before Christmas' every year, and since Chris dropped the offer it was your year to do so.

As he did every year.

.

"I am never eating again.. like it's a 8 months pregnant kinda feeling." Jean groans, leaning back in his seat and turning to look at you as you finish up your dessert, a crème brûlée you had been waiting for this entire time.

"I second that." Nick says, patting Jean on the shoulder as he sits down in his seat next to him. Everyone's plates had been thrown away, and you were pretty much the last person to be finishing up your treat.

Eventually, once everyone was completely finished, you all gathered up in the living room where you could begin opening presents. 

Now, there was a certain way everyone normally did this, oldest person to the youngest, and so it would be aunt Farah, your uncle, your father, your mother and aunt Greta, Mrs. Kirstein, Jean, you and so on.. but this year it was too much, so it was more at random.

"Now, mom, Mrs. Kirstein, this is for you guys." You speak, getting up and picking up their gifts from you and Jean together, the present for Aunt Greta following after, your mothers twin sister.

Your mother began tearing off the wrapping paper, and her mouth gaped once she saw the red Valentino box. "You didn't."

"I did." You smile shamelessly, and she pulls you into a tight hug. 

"Thank you, my sweet." She sighs, kissing you on the cheek, and you turn over and wait for Mrs. Kirstein to open her own. 

You could say that you went a little too far for just a few Christmas presents, but it was worth it.

"Oh mon dieu, tu me gâtes, Jean, Y/n.. putain" She curses, and everyone smiles around you. She wore a shocked expression as she tore away the rest of the paper, the matte black chanel box revealed in her lap. Jean mouths to her a quick 'maman!' and she scoffs at him, and he laughs softly. (oh my god, you spoil me, jean, y/n.. holy fuck.)

"Ça te plaît?" You ask, and she nods happily, unable to find the words to describe her happiness. (do you like it?)

"Bien sûr que j'adore ça! Merci beaucoup!" She exclaims, and everyone cheers joyfully in the room, watching as you go to pick up another few gifts. (of course I love it! thank you so much!)

"C'est pour Charlotte et ses filles." Jean says, and she nods. As noted before, you didn't wanna seem rude and disregard getting something for them, and so obviously you did what you had to do, and that was spoiling them just a bit. (Now these are for Charlotte and her daughters.)

It wasn't anything too big, but some nice clothes and hair ribbons, whatever Charlotte said they needed. 

"Oh, je suis sûr qu'ils vont les adorer! Merci, ma chère." She smiles, pulling the two of you in for a hug, then pressing a kiss to both you and Jean's cheeks before letting go for more presents to be opened. (Oh, i'm sure they'll love them! thank you, dear.)

And so the waltz went on, and gifts were being exchanged left and right. Vickie and Lauren had received some barbies from you, since they were interested in those still, and you and Jean bought some nerf gun for Liam, who thanked you excitedly.

Then it came around the time for you and Jean to give each other your own gifts, and the two of you sat on the couch and got both of your presents, handing them to one another happily, taking your time with each other.. which were the last few presents of the evening.

You had received and given so many nice things from other people, and were extremely grateful.

Lydia, Nate, Chris and Nick had saved up a good bit of their allowance to pitch in to buy you a real pearl necklace, which you scolded them for with tears.

Both of your Aunts had gotten red-bottoms, from you and you only. Your mother had also gotten a few other things from yourself, and many other luxury expenses had been given from you to others.

"Open yours first." Jean says, handing you the two boxes, neatly wrapped and you raise your eyebrows, looking down at them before starting on the smallest one. 

It was fairly easy to unwrap, and so before your eyes a Tiffany & Co. box that you too took your time to open.

A silver ring that brought a simple smile to your face as soon as you laid eyes on it. "Babe, what the hell." You sigh, putting your fingers over your lips as you pick it up and examine it.

 Around the inside was small date on it; 2/18/21 and a small flower designed neatly next to it. 

Your first date.

In the meadows, a large hill, a picnic basket. You remembered it so clearly.. the way the flowers brushed to one side as the wind grazed its stems.. the open sky of Germany lying above your heads. It was a beautiful site.. You'd love to visit it again, someday.

"Well?" He says, looking into your eyes that glistened with the past. You make your move to slide the ring onto your right pinkie finger, and look up at him. 

"It's beautiful. I'll wear it forever." You say, and he hugs you tightly. His warm body could've been enough to lull you to sleep, but you had more gifts to get through and still had to give him his own. The kids 'oo'd' and your mother took hold of this moment.

"I'm glad you like it." Jean smiles, kissing you on the cheek. 

"Why wouldn't I like it? I love it, Jean. Thank you, so much." You press a small kiss to his lips, and he chuckles softly before pulling away to hand you the biggest gift, a long box with the cardboard wrapped neatly as the others were. Everyone else seemed eager to see what it was. 

There was a red bow tied nicely on top of the box, the strings wrapped around it.. something you didn't believe Jean could do, although he was good at tying the strings to some of your summer bikinis.

It was heavy.

"C'mon, what do we got!" Chris says, nudging you in the arm as him and Lydia step up behind you, and Nate nearly spills his eggnog as he shuffles over, he wasn't even supposed to be drinking it but your father must've said 'fuck it.'

"I'm scared." You laugh, and so does Jean. You then begin to pull off the top of the box, and your eyes widen and your mouth gapes. Everyone in the room stared and giggled.

A beautiful, and I mean, beautiful fur coat. You couldn't even speak, only stare and run your hands across the soft fur and gawk. 

Jean looked at you, and raised his eyebrows while everyone stared, in shock and mesmerization, it really was a sight for sore eyes.

"What was it?" You ask with a smug look across your features, and Jean purses his lips before speaking.

"Chinchilla." He smirks, and you practically squeal, jumping up to hug him. He laughs at you, holding you close with a bright smile. This was too much for one night, and you still had to give him his gifts. Although, Jean had always spoiled you, so it wasn't a surprise.

Either way you already had a fur, but it was nothing like this one.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You cry into his shoulder, and he rubs your back soothingly as the two of you laugh in both excitement and pure joy. As the excitement proceeds to die down and people are chatting about the coat, Jean whispers into your ear.

"I have another gift upstairs, we can use it later." He kisses you on the cheek, that same smug look as you had on his face, and you pull away with an 'are you serious?' look, and a tiny laugh. 

"That's foul." You sigh, turning around to sit on his lap in a proper way, and he shrugs, rubbing your shoulders before you bend forward to pick up his gift from you. 

"You love it." Jean says, putting his chin on your shoulder and moving his arms around your waist and holding the smaller and heavier box first. He shakes it a little bit and moves to begin unwrapping the paper around it, and he takes his time to pull the box off.

He gasps, looking down at the expensive silver watch, and immediately latches it around his wrist, and Chris 'oo's', earning some laughs.

 It was pretty awkward opening presents as it was every year, but it was always fun.

"Goddamn, thank you baby." He smiles, kissing the side of your neck softly before Nick walks over, grabbing Jean's hand to get a good look at the diamonds before turning away so Jean could admire it on his own.

He looked down at the rocks, and smiled to himself in content with what he received, and how you received your gifts from him.

"Of course. Except at this point I didn't really know what to get you, so you have three more things to get through before we can call it a night." You chuckle, nudging him in the shoulder before once again leaning down to pick up the next gifts.

"This one is interesting." He says, looking at the practical box before beginning to unwrap, and on your lap that he revealed to himself were a stack of record albums in their sleeves, and his mouth gaped.

Scott 2 from Scott Walker, Montage of Heck: The Home Recordings from Kurt Cobain, Demon Days from Gorillaz, English Graffiti from The Vaccines, Hysteria from Def Leppard, Weezer's Green Album, and a few others that you knew he liked yet hadn't gotten just yet.

More gifts proceeded to be opened, wrapping paper was tossed in the garbage bag, the kids played with their toys, adults took pictures and got merry with their eggnog, and now everyone was sitting peacefully around the fireplace, chatting away with one another.

You only prepared to read the story, grabbing it from it's place on the mantle and sitting down on the couch.

Too watching as Jean sat down in the recliner and Vickie, Lauren and Liam gathered besides you to look at the pictures in the book. All the noise then began to die down, only the noise of crackling fire and ice in glasses of alcohol could be heard.

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. "

( -PUBLISHED 5/31/21 ! ) 

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