Tiny Tim полностью

“Kind of a mixture between a Danish and a Cinnamon Roll. Glad you like it.” I smiled, and she leaned her back against me, not forgetting to wiggle her butt into my groin, when the kitchen door opened and George entered. Nora was obviously unimpressed by his arrival and didn’t even attempt to step away from me.

“George! You absolutely have to taste this!” she proclaimed, and then removed a piece of her pastry to offer it. He accepted it and nodded in approval.

“Try the coffee too. This boy is just a box of unexpected talents! You know,” Nora started, while raising her arm and placing her hand in my neck, pulling my face closer to hers. “If I wasn’t already married ... Well, no matter. I’ll just have to ask Mia to share you with me from time to time.”

With that, she pulled my face the rest of the way to hers and gave me a long loving kiss right in front of her husband, who did not protest in any way. Instead, he was eyeing the coffee with suspicion. Any thought I might have had of protesting her repeated insinuation about me and Mia was immediately blown out of my head. I did not have the time to enjoy this as long as I would have wished, though, as we all heard another two sets of feet rushing down the stairs.

Checking the living room, we found Mia and Jack attacking the presents under the Christmas tree like I thought only little children would. Although, the stuff they found in those presents was anything but child’s play. Everything was highly expensive, and, at least to me, seemed a little superficial. Like money, makeup, and spa tickets for Mia, or even more money and a trip to Mexico for Jack.

As Nora and George joined their children, I moved back into the kitchen to further cut up the Tea Ring, in case anyone else wanted to try it. When I left the kitchen and moved back into the living room, I was surprised when Mia jumped up, walked over to me while keeping her hands hidden behind her back, and acted a little shy.

“I ... uh ... I got you something. As thanks for ... teaching me all that stuff, you know?” she said, barely able to look me in the eyes, and finally pulled her hands from behind her back to present me with a tube-shaped wrapped box.

I blinked at her for a moment, but then unwrapped it. It was a doormat that said “There is no place like http://127.0.0.1”.

I have to admit, my first impression of it was that she simply googled “Housewarming gift for Nerds” and ordered the first thing that came up. I quickly realized, though, that it did prove she tried to get me something I would probably like, while taking my interests into account and remembering that I had my own place. She indeed put some thought into my present. There was no way I could possibly talk that down.

Thinking about that as I thanked her, a genuine smile spread on my face, which seemed to make her quite happy. Although her father, once again, looked anything but. That only worsened, when I pushed my hand into my knee pocket, pulled out one of the gift-wrapped little boxes, and presented it to her.

Mia got big eyes, just like her mother behind her for some reason. Then she enthusiastically grabbed it from me, tore the paper off, and slowly opened the little jewelry container. I mentally praised past-me for his foresight, as she ran over to her mother to show her the golden necklace with a thick heart-shaped pendant.

“Tim ... this ... this is...” she stuttered while shaking her head. Apparently, just like calling her beautiful, gold necklaces are also something I wasn’t supposed to get for a not-girlfriend.

I simply walked over to her, ignoring George’s death stare, and helped her put the necklace on.

“Look at the backside of the pendant. You see the circular indentation?” She checked, nodded, and looked at me eager to learn what it meant. “Press it twice quickly.”

She paused, then did as told. Within a few seconds, four phones chirped to life. Mine, Jack’s, and both of her parents’. All four of us received an alarm with her name and current GPS-Location. Mia looked a little confused as Nora broke out in laughter while I simply grinned at her. She didn’t seem to get the meaning, so Nora explained it to her.

“Honey, don’t you remember the Bodyguard-reference he made the day he started as your chauffeur? I know you have watched the movie since then, so you should remember that alarm-pendant the Bodyguard gave her to use when she’s in danger. I guess now he’ll always have to come running when you’re in trouble.” she said the last part with a devious smirk directed at me.