Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In - Pt23

The next morning, we woke up to the sound of people moving in the hallway and up and down the stairs. It was noisy as fuck. Why are people up and at em this early in the fucking morning?! It's like 6 o'clock.

Y/n: Vin? Vin. Babe. Wake up.
V: Mmmmm...
Y/n: Wake your ass up.
V: Why are you yelling at me?
Y/n: I'm literally whispering.
V: You're still yelling. Lower your voice, please.
Y/n: You've got to be fucking with me right now.

He was not fucking with me. Neither of us are morning people. I just caught myself sounding like my mom. That's exactly what she does to me. But, I know that if we don't wake up soon, we'll be on dishes duty for dinner. I'm not trying to do that right now. So, we gotta wake up.

Y/n: Vin, I know you wanna sleep. I do, too. But, if we don't get up, we're gonna be stuck doing chores all day.
V: What kinda chores? Like laundry or what? That'd be fun, you could get stuck in it or something...
Y/n: Vincent Cole Hacker!
V: What?? Just food for thought.
Y/n: Shut up. And no, I don't mean laundry. I mean dishes. For the whole family. And you know how much they're gonna fucking cook.
V: Ok, hi. I'm awake now. Let's go get breakfast. Something smells yummy.
Y/n: That's what I thought.

We washed our faces, brushed our teeth, changed our clothes, and went downstairs. We did not have any type of time for Vinnie to take a shower right now, so he was gonna have to do it after breakfast.

When we got downstairs, we ran into Harper and Landon. Landon pulled Vinnie away and Harper came to talk to me.

H: So...
Y/n: So what?
H: Seems like you lovebirds had fun last night.
Y/n: Hmm? I don't know what you mean my that.
H: Well, first off, it's almost noon.
Y/n: What?! I thought it was like seven.
H: Nope. It's 11:39. And, second off, while he was on the phone? Really?!
Y/n: HARPER!
H: Shhhh, you don't wanna draw too much attention to yourself.

They could hear us?? I literally had a hand over my mouth. I was muffled. How could she have heard me?

Y/n: Please tell me you were the only one who heard.
H: I'm pretty sure it was just me. They went to bed right away, but I can never fall asleep. Also, your room is on the other side of my and the walls are thin.
Y/n: Oh, God... That's bad.
H: You know, I didn't think you had that in you, cuz.
Y/n: Huh? Why not?
H: I don't know. You were always kind of the prude. Alex has had more boyfriends than you.
Y/n: Well, Alex is a 13 year old hoe.
H: You're not wrong. I just didn't think you were like that. I'm very glad you are, though. Now I can tell you more things.
Y/n: I thought I already knew everything.
H: Bitch! You don't know anything. But, don't worry. I'll enlighten you. Maybe I'll even give you some ideas.

Just then, the boys came over with smiles on their faces. Oh, no. Did Landon hear too? Did my parents hear?! No, no, no. We didn't even fuck.

V: Ideas, you say? What might those ideas be for?
Y/n: I guess you'll find out.
V: I don't know if I should be happy or scared about that.
Y/n: How about both?
V: Yea, that sounds about right.

We ate breakfast, well more like lunch since it was leftovers from yesterday and it was around noon already. The rest of the day went by pretty fast and we each got to open one present at the end of the day because it was Christmas eve.

The next day, we woke up earlier. We showered and put on our Christmas pjs. We went downstairs and my Uncle Michael made some pancakes, waffles, and sausage. He does that every year, and my dad keeps him company. I don't think he really likes that that much, though.

We all rushed to the tree to open the presents. We had the best day and the best meal. Vinnie got me a new desk. He shipped a new desk to my apartment and gave me the receipt in a box. He said he already put it in the right place and that it was a sturdy one.

I swear to God, if he brings up that damn desk again... But, he did say that there's a nice surprise in there. I'm excited to see that for when we get home.

I got him a Vineyard (Vinnieyard) Vines shirt as a joke, except it was custom and the whale had his face on it. My family begged him to put it on because they thought it was funny. So, he did. But, he did it in front of all of them.

When I tell you I have never heard my aunt scream louder, believe me. She threw a fucking slipper at his chest and yelled "SPIDER!!" Dramatic much.

She was freaking out, so everyone else screamed and when Vinnie put his shirt on and started to look for the spider with them, they realized that there was no spider.

Aunt#1: Uhh, Vinnie. Did you see where the spider went?
V: No, I was trying to help you look for it. Was it on me?
Aunt#1: Yes! It was huge and right in the middle of your chest.
V: Ohhhh...
Uncle#1: Oh what?
V: There's no spider.
Aunt#1: What do you mean there's no spider? I saw it with my own two eyes.
V: It's a tattoo.
Uncle#2: You got a spider tattooed to your damn chest? What does your mama think about that?
V: She was scared at first, but she doesn't mind it now. Her favorite is the snake.
Aunt#1: You have multiple tattoos?

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Double fucking shit! We were doing so well. Why the fuck did something so sexy have to be so controversial?

Uncle#2: Can I see the snake?
V: Sure. Is that ok with you?
Aunt#1: I guess so. Just don't shit yourself, Michael. And Kevin, this better not give you any ideas.
Uncle#1: No need to worry, baby.

Vinnie rolled his sleeve up and showed Uncle Michael his snake tattoo. He audibly gasped. It wasn't a gasp of disgust, though. He actually loved the tattoo.

Uncle#2: Did that hurt?
V: Yea, kinda. They all kinda hurt, but it's worth it in the end. I love this one.
Uncle#2: Damn fucking right, you do. This is amazing. Baby, come here.
Aunt#2: You better not think you're getting that now, Mike.
Uncle#2: Of course I am!
Aunt#2: No the fuck you're not.
Uncle#2: Watch me. Hey, Vin?
V: Yea?

Uncle#2: You think your guy will come out to the city?
V: I don't think so. I'm sorry.
Uncle#2: Aww, that's ok, man. I'll find someone else to do it. You mind if I copy it?
V: Be my guest.
Aunt#2: Alex, cover your ears. Mike, you listen to me. You're not copying shit.
Uncle#2: Why? Because you know I'll get all the ladies if I have it? It's ok to say you're jealous, babe.
Aunt#2: Just wait for the day I beat your ass, Mike.
Uncle#2: I'll be patient. So, Vin. You gonna show me the rest of them?

It went on like that for a while. Uncle Michael was now obsessed with Vinnie's tattoos. My parents oddly didn't seem that angry about it. My aunt, Gina, Michael's wife, was still not keen on the idea. I don't think she wanted Uncle Michael to start getting tatted at 60 years old. But, it is what it is.

The rest of the day went by in a blink, and so did the rest of the week. My whole family loves Vinnie, especially Landon and Uncle Michael, who he is allowed to call Mikey for some odd reason.

We received a really nice goodbye on the way to the airport and then Vinnie and I got on the plane and arrived back in LA.

It was the 30th and New Years Eve was tomorrow. Vin wanted to sleepover at mine tonight so that he could show me my present and so that I could see what he put inside the desk drawer before the party tomorrow.

It seems like he had something planned, but I don't know what it is. I have no clue what he's up to, however, I'm very excited to see what's in store. Everything is good with me as long as it doesn't get me pregnant, even though I'm still his baby mama.

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A/N: This one's shorter, but it's a double update (kinda).

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