“Hmmm, I guess 10:00 isn’t too late,” he commented thoughtfully. You gave your best estimate, but warned Marcus that things could change, of course. It was only four in the afternoon, so you hoped that Missy would be refreshed for the evening and not groggy.Īfter planning for dinner, your conversation moved on to other things, like how long decorating the tree would take. You and Marcus chatted softly about what to do for dinner, and you decided that you and Missy would pick something up on the way home from getting the lights. You had seen Missy’s eyes blinking for longer and longer in the rearview mirror and knew she would fall asleep, so you didn’t want to wake her up with over the top music. In an hour and a half, you had turned down the music and switched to a classical Christmas playlist. You pretty much immediately joined in, and as you pulled onto the road, you heard Marcus start singing too. When the two of you joined her, she was blasting Christmas music and singing along. You and Marcus cheered and then he made the sawed off end a little cleaner while you showed Missy the video.Ī little bit later, you were back at the truck, Missy getting in and turning it on to warm up while you helped Marcus load it onto the bed. Missy probably did about ten pushes on the saw and then it was ready.Īt the top of her lungs, Missy yelled, “TIMBER!” and pushed the tree over, cracking the last little bit of bark that was connected and felling the tree to the ground. Marcus told her how to hold the saw and go in long, even strokes instead of back forth. She ran over and you hurried to take out your phone and catch this father-daughter bonding moment on video. When he was just to the end of the trunk, he called over Missy. Marcus enjoyed listening to you (even when you were creating more work for him), grateful that the two of you were so close when not all stepmothers and daughters got along. This meant a trip to the store, but the two of you could do that while Marcus got the tree in its stand and watered it and that stuff. While he did that, you and Missy decided that instead of the white lights this year, you wanted to do colored ones, specifically with either purple or pink in them, preferably both. So, he set to work cutting it down, and you definitely enjoyed the way his muscles flexed in his arms and back (from what you could see through his coat). Marcus was a little surprised and asked if it was full enough, but the two of you said that even trees on the more scraggly side deserved to be Christmas trees. “How about six inches shorter than the ceiling, that should be enough,” you told them both and they agreed.Īn hour later, you and Missy had decided on the perfect tree. “It can’t be as tall as the ceiling or we won’t be able to fit the angel, angel,” Marcus told her, smiling at his (simple) play on words. “I want one suuuper tall, as tall as the ceiling!” Missy poked her dad’s shoulder to make sure he was listening. You had gotten hot chocolate and coffee before leaving, which would hopefully keep you warm, and of course all three of you had tons of layers to put on once you left the warmth of the car. Although, Missy was keen on sawing the final few times and yelling timber as it fell down, so long as Marcus did all the prep work. All of the other parts, like cutting it down and securing it to the car you would leave for Marcus. Warnings: fluffy, family friendly innuendo, Marcus’ musclesĮxcitement filled the air in Marcus’ truck as you and Missy went on about the process of finding the perfect Christmas tree and decorating it when you got home.
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