The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5 (106 page)

As I started to head to the playroom, I heard a loud thump that sounded like it was coming from the roof. I bolted back into Noah's room and pushed open his window. Before I could call their names, I was attacked by something white, hitting me in the face. When I used my hands to clear my vision, I noticed that it was feathers and more were falling.

"Keep doing it, it's workin'." I heard my son announce.

"My pillow doesn't have any left." Bella's little voice sounded like it was right above the dormer.

I turned my body and looked up to see the two of them sitting on the roof like it was no big deal, while shaking the feathers out of their pillows. "Noah Mitchell, get your tail in this window this minute!" I held my arms out as two sad little kids came sliding down the roof to the window. "What were you thinking. You already have a cast; you could have broken your neck!"

Colt rushed into the room. "What's goin' on?"

"I just caught these two playing on the roof."

Colt started heading toward Noah and I knew he wanted to punish him good. Bella started crying and threw herself in between them. "Please don't beat us Uncle Colt. We were just trying to make it snow."

Colt looked back at me and held his hands up in the air. I knelt down in front of the kids. "If either of you would have fallen off that roof you would have been killed. This will never happen again! Do you both understand me?"

They put their little heads down and nodded them.

"Get your tails downstairs. Your butts are not to go anywhere unless you ask me first, got it?" Colt meant business and Noah knew it.

He and Bella started following Colt down the stairs as I followed behind them. "Sorry, Mom."

I put my hands on his shoulders. "Please don't ever do something like that again. I don't know what I would do if something happened to the two of you. Now unless you want to not see each other very often, you need to start making better decisions when you are together. You are both old enough to have known not to go out that window."

"Told you Noah!" Bella pushed him.

She didn't have to say that for me to know it was all his idea. He had gotten the idea from some Disney channel show he watched last week. When we watched it, I'd even considered reminding him that it was a horrible idea, but I'd made the mistake thinking my son knew better, obviously he was a Mitchell and they made their own rules up as they went.

I walked into the kitchen and saw it was only ten in the morning and I started to think that maybe having Thanksgiving dinner was a bad idea.

What else could possibly go wrong?

Chapter 6

Colt

After knocking over the damn turkey fryer and then climbing out his window and playing on the roof, my son was definitely on my bad side. It never failed, when he and Bella got together there was bound to be some kind of drama, or injury. I don't think they even realized the severity of what they had done. In both circumstances they could have seriously been hurt or even killed. Suppose that fryer had been on, or if one of them fell off the roof.

Thankfully, Ty and Miranda took the news the same as I did. They took Bella into one of the rooms upstairs and really let her have it. I knew they were just as afraid as I was. Bella came down the stairs in tears, still sobbing loudly, like she had been spanked and I knew more than anyone that Ty could never do that to his daughter.

Between my mother and my Aunt Karen, the twins were being lugged around like baby dolls. Savanna’s mother was no better. Since she'd arrived, I hadn't got to spend any time with my baby girl. My father-in-law loved hanging out with Noah and since he and Bella were always a package deal, he was used to appeasing the two of them. Because going with him would keep them safer than if they were alone, I decided to let them off of their restriction for a little while.

Savanna and Miranda were in the kitchen trying to get the two turkeys ready. Since the store was too far away and all of the oil was now laying in the backyard, we had to take one of the turkeys to my mother’s to cook. Lucy was already on standby waiting for one of us guys to deliver it to her. Last year, Savanna had discovered those oven bags that you cook with. I was skeptical, but it produced the most moist turkey, aside from the fryer, and cooked in half the normal baking time.

Once the two women got the first turkey in a bag, Ty and Conner took it over to the main house. Savanna got the remaining turkey in the oven and rubbed her hands together. I patted my wife on the ass. "Looks like the most important part of the meal is taken care of."

"Yep, and half the side dishes just need to be heated. I'd say we were off to a good start."

I looked out into the living room and laughed. "As long as nothing else goes wrong."

I knew that my wife was on one of her missions to get everything done in time for dinner, so I leaned over and kissed her before heading back to the living room.

Once the football games started, the men congregated in front of the television, while the women hung out in the kitchen. Of course, my mother's kitchen was a whole lot bigger than ours. I think since my mother still wanted to be the host, she and my aunt were staying at the other house to prepare more food, to help Savanna without getting on her nerves. It wasn't like my wife was going to turn down the help. She knew she was getting in over her head with our family.

The guys started filling the room when it got closer to kickoff and I could smell Savanna's jalapeño poppers cooking in the oven. Leave it to my wife to think of football snacks when she was running around in crazy mode already. Miranda was there to help her, so Ty and I were on baby duty.

My father-in-law had just gotten back and the kids were all rallied up about what they had discovered on the nature adventure. Savanna's dad rolled his eyes as the children went into vivid detail about their travels. I particularly liked hearing the part where my son said he saw where a buck had scraped a tree and noted where I could find it. Even though I was still upset with him from earlier, I was more than pleased that my son loved to hunt. I couldn't help but smile and pull him in for a hug.

Once the game got started, us men couldn't help but get rowdy. Just as an eighty yard punt return was in the making, Miranda came in with a giant tray of piping hot snacks. My father-in-law went to stand up and throw his arms in the air over a flag not being called and instead smacked the tray of hot food, causing it to fly up into the air and attack everyone as it fell and made contact with everything and everyone in the room.

Miranda scrambled to pick up the mess as Bella began screaming that a hot pepper filled with cream cheese was on her. Instead of shaking it off her arm, she began screaming and holding it out for everyone to see. Ty, who was already holding one of his sons, scooted down and managed to remove the burning hot food. He maneuvered his son in one arm, while sticking his daughter's arm in his mouth to sooth the burn. Real tears were pouring out of her eyes and while I felt horrible for her, someone else caught my attention.

Savanna's father was standing a few feet away from me. His head was covered in cream cheese filled peppers and other items that had been on the tray. He was trying his best to remove everything without making a huge mess, but it was utterly impossible to do. Miranda started grabbing the peppers off of his burnt head and apologizing.

I started laughing even after I got dirty looks for it. It was just so comical.

My poor wife walked into the room seconds later with her hand over her mouth and a baby on her hip. "Oh my God! What happened?"

I calmed down. "Don't go worryin' your pretty little head over it. We will get it all cleaned up and it will be fine."

She approached her father. "Dad, are you okay?" Her eyes were huge as she assessed the damage for herself.

"Yeah, I will be fine. The worst case scenario is that I bald prematurely." He threw her a wink as she tried to help all of us get the mass of the mess cleaned up.

The second round of snacks were colder and easier to clean up if they got tossed around. Conner and John came in with a bowl full of cheese dip and chips and you would have thought that none of us had eaten for a week.

Ty's boys were down for a nap and Christian was being occupied by her Grandpop. Noah came walking over asking if he and Bella could play alone in the playroom. When Savanna heard him asking, she went running into the office and brought out some feathers and construction paper. "Why don't the two of you make turkeys and decorate them with feathers."

Noah and Bella took the supplies and went running up to the playroom. Savanna blew me a kiss before heading back into the kitchen.

I'd no sooner started to relax when I heard my wife yelling at someone. To make sure I didn't get on her shit list, I went into the kitchen to see what the ruckus was about. Ty was standing over a bowl with his hands inside of it. Savanna stood on the other side of him, trying to push him out of the way. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Ty thinks he is helping by making some kind of perverted stuffing."

"There is nothing perverted about my balls." He kept massaging the stuffing mixture in the bowl, and I say massaging because of the way he was doing it.

"Seriously, man, you know this is her thing." I leaned over his shoulder and took a look at what he was  mixing up. "It actually smells good though."

"It's the big fat sausage I put in it. It gives it the best flavor. There's nothing like a good piece of meat." Ty looked at Savanna and started laughing at his own comment.

"God, you are one sick puppy. I hope you know that I refuse to eat that." Savanna started getting out another bowl. "I will make another batch that will be edible."

"I'll have you know that my balls are the best you will ever taste." He was on her last nerve and not backing down.

"Do what you want with your balls, just stay out of my way and don't touch this new batch of stuffing. Don't you have a game to watch?"

"This is more fun than that game, besides, I wanted some Van time." He leaned into her shoulder and batted his eyes.

I couldn't stop laughing, even though I knew she was getting more mad at me than him. She always said when I laughed at him, it made him do the things worse. I picked at a piece of bread and started walking out of the kitchen. "Have fun you two."

"Oh, thanks, just leave me alone with this nitwit."

The guys were getting rowdy over the game when I sat down with them. They were fussing over a bad call and yelling at the refs. My uncle came walking in the door in full camo. I'd originally thought he was at the main house with the older crew, but after seeing his attire, I knew he had been out in the woods scoping things out for the big opening day of hunting. He came in and took off his boots before sitting down next to Conner and grabbed a beer out of the cooler that John had brought in. It was funny how the sheriff had offered to supply us with the alcohol for the day. He’d been around long enough to know that alcohol and my family usually meant for late night brawls on the front lawn.

Ty came walking out of the kitchen drying off his hands as Miranda came walking out from the office where she was feeding one of the boys. "Dad, did you see anything at your stand?"

"Something got into the corn last night."

"Sweet, maybe this year we will finally get that big buck that Colt claims is out there."

I held up my middle finger at my cousin. I'd seen the fourteen pointer on my motion activated camera, but never when I was in the woods. He was a wise animal and knew how to hide. One day I was going to shoot his ass and mount him on my wall in between my wife's flower pictures.

"Well, son, the way you and your wife hunt, I think all the rest of us have a better chance."

Ty cocked his eyebrow and looked at me. "Don't look at me. I didn't say shit."

He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed Jake from Miranda. "I can't help it. My wife is smoking hot and we don't get much alone time, unless we lock all the kids in the closet."

Miranda slapped him in the arm. "Don't say stuff like that!"

His face got a sad look when he thought he'd pissed her off. "Sorry, Baby. They know I’m kidding. Besides, we usually just let them watch."

“Enough already, or I really will cut you off.” She smacked him on the ass before walking into the kitchen to help her cousin.

For the next half hour everything settled down. Ty and I got the babies set up in this round baby gate contraption that was full of toys. Aside from them hitting each other with plastic objects, they crawled around and put everything in their mouths while remaining content. My mother-in-law and Miranda were on baby duty, while I went into the kitchen to help my wife. The turkey was really starting to smell good and just being in the kitchen made my mouth water. While my wife leaned down to look in the oven, I got behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her into me. "Colt, what are you doing? We have a house full of people."

"Darlin, this is my house and if I want to grope my pregnant wife or take her upstairs for a quickie, I will."

She giggled and freed herself from my hold. "I love you, Baby. Now, get your butt out of my kitchen so I can get dinner done."

“I need a kiss first.” I leaned down and pressed my lips against Savanna’s. As she pressed her sweet lips on mine, I couldn’t help but grab the back of her head and pull her in for more. My mind went back to waking up with her between my legs and I let out a moan as her tongue slid slowly against mine. My hands went up her sides underneath her shirt, while she continued kissing me and pushing me into the corner of the kitchen. Savanna’s hands slid up the front of my shirt and I felt her nails tickling my skin. I pulled away from her. “Don’t go startin’ somethin’ you can’t finish, darlin’.”

Savanna grabbed the bottom of my shirt and walked us backwards toward the pantry. Once we got inside, she giggled and backed herself up against the shelves of food. “Who said I wanted to stop,” she whispered.

I think every man would agree with me when I say that maternity clothes weren’t usually sexy, but the fact that her jeans could just slide right off of her, well that sort of changed my opinion. I picked up my wife and scooted her to lean on one of the shelves and she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my erection. With just a few rapid strokes it was begging to be inside of her. I grabbed her knees with both of my hands and spread them apart as I scooted into my wife’s body. One hand reached down and rubbed her sensitive little bud, before she used her legs to pull my body even closer. “We need to make this quick,” I whispered.

She licked my bottom lip and pulled away. “Stop wasting time.”

With my pants around my ankles, I entered my wife and for some reason, it felt even better than earlier. I got a good rhythm going as we tried our best to be quiet. What we were doing was so inappropriate, but there wasn’t one single reason why anyone would think we were having sex in our pantry with a house full of people.  Just as I was getting into the groove, the pantry door swung open and the flash of a camera blinded us. I protected Savanna with my own body, giving whoever opened the door a full view of my ass as I pulled up my jeans. “What the…?”

Ty was bent over with Savanna’s camera in his hand while Miranda stood there with her hand covering her shocked reaction. They were both laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. “I am blowing that picture up and giving it to your parents for Christmas. Colt, your mom just came in, so unless you want her to know your little secret, you better get your asses out of the closet. Or better yet, how about you just switch places with us. I’m sure we can make use of a good closet.”

“Shut the damn door.” I was irritated, but more at myself for thinking we could get away with our actions while our cousins were in the house.  Once they closed the door, I turned to my wife. “Darlin’, I’m real sorry.”

She started to giggle. “It was my idea.”

We both laughed as we walked out of the closet, up until the moment we realized that the entire family was standing in the kitchen waiting for us.