✔ Naughty But Nice! (Christmas Romance)✔

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight 

Nicky’s Point of View. 

There was an awkward silence in the room while we all finished our drinks. I kept stealing a look at Borris. His eyes were kept firmly locked on his daughter while her eyes were firmly kept on the floor. Why? What was the issue? 

I knew he never liked me, but there wasn’t much he could do or say about it. I was ‘’Santa’s son’’ he was just an elf. An important elf, but an elf none the less. No one agreed with my life choices, I knew that it wasn’t a secret. 

I rarely cared what my parents thought, I sure as hell didn’t give a s**t about what the ‘’help’’ thought. 

I shagged my way through the whole north pole before abandoning my family, Moving to New York, Covered myself in tattoos, completely expelled Christmas from my life and moved on, Who wouldn’t hate me? 

‘So, Missy, How-’

‘Mistletoe’. She cut me off quickily, still not looking at me. ‘My name is Mistletoe Mr Claus’. I looked at her dad again, and he was looking at me. 

‘Ok. Noted’. I didn’t bother to speak to her after that. She was hot and all but, I wasn’t in to the whole ‘’over protective dad’’ thing. It was lame and annoying. I’m a grown man, I can’t be dealing with this s**t. 

Life is to short. 

There was awkward silence again, Not even mum was willing to break it. Rolling my eyes, I didn’t come all the way here just for this s**t. Slapping my knees, over dramatic, I stood up. Every one looked at me. Rolling my sleeves up, I noticed Mistletoe finally stole a look to admire my tatts, again. 

‘I’m going to talk to dad’. I told mum, She nodded. 

‘Shouldn’t you let him rest?’ Borris interrupted. I just looked at him, Seriously? 

‘No offence Borris, But, I’m going to spend time with my dad while I can’. He didn’t say any thing else as I left the room and headed back in to the bed room. 

I walked in to the room, and let our a deep sigh. It killed me to see him laying there so helpless, so.. Weak. A man like him should never look like that. Ever. The room was lit only by candle light. Apparently the brightness of light bulbs gave dad a headache. 

He had his eyes closed, I panicked for a split second, but looking closer, his chest was rising up and down, showing he was still breathing. I sat down in the chair next to his bed and just watched him. 

I wasn’t even sure how long I was sat there, but eventually, he made a weird wheezing noise and opened his eyes. As soon as he saw me, he tried his best to smile. 

‘Nicky... W-What's wrong?’ Was he seriously asking that question? I sniffed, clearing my nose and wiped away the few stray tears. 

‘Nothing dad, Just keeping an eye on you’. 

‘Oh Nicky, I’m fine’. His voice was so rough and groggy, He was far from mine, but I just nodded. He wanted me to still see him as the strong man he always way, I can let him believe that. ‘I-I’m surprised you came’. 

‘Of course, I came. But I came for you, not them’. I wanted to make it clear exactly what I came hoe for. 

‘Nicky, Son, you’re going to have to accept it soon’. I took his hand and squeezed it, shaking my head. 

‘Not yet dad’. He let out a long breath, Wheezing again, Struggling to breathe. 

‘Nicky, You need to begin your training, you need to be ready’. 

‘Dad, Let's not talk about this now, Please’. I begged. I didn’t want to ruin the time we had, talking about such things. He just nodded and looked away again. 

‘I love you son’. 

‘I love you too dad’. It took everything in me not to break down, but I managed to hold it together until he fell asleep again and I left the room. 

Mum was mincing around in the kitchen, Mistletoe and Borris have left. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. I called goodbye to her and left before she had the chance to come and talk to me. 

Outside was quiet, Noone was around as I started my walk to the house I’ll be calling home for the next few weeks..