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All The Way

By Giselle Renarde

“I guess I just don’t understand why he would want to spend the holidays with us,” Rob said, setting down his watercolour brush to follow Josie into the bedroom. It’s not that he minded houseguests, but why Kaz of all people? “Doesn’t he have a family of his own?”

“Of course he has a family,” Josie replied as she kicked her shoes under the bed. “But his mother moved to Japan last year and his father isn’t the most amiable guy on the planet. Anyway, his parents never really celebrated Christmas and he’s just feeling kind of low right now. I figured the invitation would brighten his mood.”

“Well, I guess it did, if he accepted.” Leaning against the doorframe, he watched Josie strip out of her office clothes. Her grey jacket came off to settle on their neatly made bed before the matching skirt fell to the floor. As she unbuttoned her ruffled pink shirt, Rob picked up the suit and hung it in the closet. Wrinkles now meant ironing later. When she leaned in to toss her top in the laundry hamper, the soft scent of her perfume melted away his haughty mood. He looked over at her. Her breasts basked in her ivory lace bra like chocolate ice cream in filigree bowls. The curve of her belly led his eyes down to matching panties, which gave that same gorgeous impression of light fabric against darkish skin. All he had to do was take one look at his beautiful wife to know he’d give her anything she wanted. You want your high school boyfriend to stay at our house for Christmas? Sure! No arguments here.

Placing her arms around his neck, she asked, “Are you sure you’re good with this? There’s still time to retract if you’re not.”

When he considered the number transient artists and acquaintances he’d brought home over the years, he figured it was only fair. Rolling his hands around her luscious backside, he replied, “I guess if Kaz needs a good boost, Casa Josie is the best place for it around the holidays.”

“Damn sure,” Josie chuckled. A huge smile grew across her lips right before she pounced, tickling his neck. “Here, we celebrate Christmas like nobody’s business!”

In a fit of giddiness, he laughed, “We celebrate like a house is on fire!”

“We celebrate like it’s 1999!” she cheered, giggling as he harangued her neck with a mess of silly kisses.

“Get with the times, Jos. You’re ten years out,” he scoffed, leading her backwards to the bed. They collapsed together in absolute hysterics. When he dug his fingers deep into the flesh of her thighs—the most ticklish spot on her lusciously lovely body—she flipped. Literally. Her reaction was such violent amusement she actually flipped him over, flat on his back. He saw what was coming next in her eyes and in the wicked smile bleeding across her lips, but by the time he reacted it was already too late. Before he could squeeze his arms tight enough against his sides, her fingers were lodged in his armpits like ten little playground bullies. She pinned him down, laughing her ass off as she tickled his pits. It just about killed him, it felt so good. It felt so good to laugh like that. He could hardly breathe. His sides ached as he hooted and hollered. Josie was relentless in her attack, but what else was new? If there was one thing she could always do, it was get him on his back.

“Let me get that door,” she said with a familiar glint in her eye as she slipped from the bed. Just as his poor stomach muscles started to relax, Josie closed the bedroom door and they heard a loud thunk.

“What the hell was that?” Rob asked. He slid off the bed with the moderated panic of knowing it was either something or nothing.

When she swung the door back open, there stood Froggy with his small hand cradling his forehead. Their child possessed the uncanny ability to succumb to injury with only a stunned sense of wonder about it. He never cried in the face of physical pain.

Stunned, Josie gazed down at him, frozen in place. She must have pushed the door closed just as the poor little guy came around the corner to run into their bedroom.

With his three-year-old inability to pronounce his th, r, and t sounds, Froggy’s manner of expressing that the door had hit him in the head sounded something like, “Da doy hip me in da head,” but his meaning was obvious. His insistence on describing the event was for informational purposes only. Froggy informed. He did not complain.

“Angelfish, are you alright?” Josie finally cried, falling to her knees before him. “Mommy’s sorry. She didn’t see you there.”

Rushing to scoop the boy into his arms, Rob struggled to keep his tone jocular. “We’re going to have to put a bell on you, kiddo! Mommy and daddy didn’t hear you coming.” Though, on reflection, it made perfect sense that Froggy would seek them out when they were causing such a ruckus. He always had to know what people were laughing about, because he always worried they were laughing about him.

“Mommy is so, so sorry, sweety,” she repeated, kissing the little hand still propped against his forehead. “How about mommy gets us all bundled up and we go outside and make a snowman? How about that?”

Froggy reflected for a moment, removing his hand from his head to tap his finger against his lips. He had the look of a little professor as he replied, “Not snow man. Make a snow gigakiki!”

“Oh, a gigakiki,” Josie replied with a big nod.

When she shot Rob an amused glance, he set their son down and said, “I guess you’d better tell mom what a gigakiki is. I don’t think she’s ever heard of it before.”

Josie pulled on a pair of fleece pants as Froggy explained, “A gigakiki is a big big big cat as big as the whole house.”

“Wow,” she chuckled, crawling into a long-sleeved top and sweater. “Sounds like it’s going to take a lot of snow to make one of those.”

“Yep,” Froggy replied. “A lot a lot.”

Scooping him up and carrying him over her shoulder like a bundle of firewood, she said, “Okay, let’s get your snowsuit on, young one.”

“Enjoy your play time,” Rob said, kissing her temple as she passed him by. “While you’re out there, you two, I guess you can start thinking if there’s anything special you want for Christmas dinner. I’d rather pick it up before the stores get too too packed.”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Spinning on a dime, Josie nearly whacked Froggy’s head against the doorframe. She stepped away just in time, but it was a noticeable near miss. “Jeez,” she hissed, turning to look at Froggy, whose face was quite close to hers. “Sorry, my little one. Mommy’s got to take it easy, doesn’t she?”

“Mommy’s got to take it easy,” he repeated with a nod.

“Tell me what?” Rob asked.

“What?”

“What were you going to tell me about dinner?”

“Oh,” she replied, setting Froggy down. “Go get your hat and mitts on, okay?” she instructed. He didn’t budge, of course, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Just that my sister invited us for Christmas dinner.”

With some trepidation, Rob inquired, “Which sister?”

“Oh. Adrianna.”

Froggy cheered, “Yes!” and turned side to side, punching the air in all directions. This was his happy dance. “I get to play with cousin Ben! I get to play with cousin Ben!”

Rob considered how much he looked forward to preparing Christmas dinner in the weeks leading up to the big day. Then he considered how much he always resented the task when everybody else was spreading good cheer in the family room and he was stuck in the kitchen. “Actually, that sounds not half bad. And Adrianna’s a great cook. Sweet of her to invite us.”

Her brown eyes sparkled with hints of gold as she shot him a grateful smile. “You go get some work done, cutie. We’ll get out of your hair for a while.”

Picking Froggy up again, she zoomed him like a rocket ship down the stairs and into the front hall where her jacket and his snowsuit awaited them. “When are we going to auntie’s?” he asked, fidgeting endlessly as she tried to push his little foot into the little suit.

“On Christmas,” Josie replied, kissing his button nose. “Are you excited? I’m excited.”

“I’m excited,” he repeated. When she’d finished bundling him head to toe, she slipped on her jacket and opened the door to the winter wonderland that was their front yard. During the summer months, it was all worry about burnt patches on the lawn, about dandelions and crabgrass, and about which varieties of flora would survive in the shade of the maple tree. In the winter, Nature took care of all of that. She covered the lawn with a blanket of cashmere snow and there was nothing to worry about. It was lovely just as Nature made it.

“Mommy,” Froggy said in a scolding sort of voice. “Where do you think you're going with no hat?”