Christmas with the Maynards // Jack Maynard
Word Count- 1410
Summary- You go to Brighton to visit your in-laws for the holidays.
Warnings; Language
A/n; This should be named a sorry excuse for an imagine tbh
Requested; It took me so long to do this, I’m so sorry!
req; I know you get a lot of jack requests, but can you do a Christmas imagine where you go down to Brighton for Christmas and spend the weekend there visiting family and friends and then spend the evening with jacks family playing games with your kids and the grandparents! I hope that makes sense thank you x
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“Jack, let’s go! We’re going to be late!” You called, rolling your eyes. Your kids ran down first, all bundled up in very poorly buttoned coats. “Look mommy! I did it all by myself!” Your 4 year old daughter cried, excitedly. “Yeah!” Your two year old joined in, stumbling over his huge jacket. You laughed, shaking your head. “And you did a great job, but can Mommy fix it? I don’t want you to get ill!” They both nodded, and you fixed them up.
As you finished, Jack came tumbling down the stairs, a heap of bags on the floor. “What the.. Jack? Why do you have like 10 bags?!” You exclaimed, startled. “Well, what if our little princess wants to play dressup? O-Or dolls!? Or if our little astronaut wants his stuffed animals? Or-” you cut him off, walking over and grabbing his shoulders. “Jack, we’re going for a weekend. We don’t need to bring the entire house!”
“Are you sure? But what if-” Jack said, and you sighed. It was your first Christmas taking both your kids to Brighton, because usually, Jack’s family would come down here, and your family lived in London. “Yes, I’m sure Jack. We can barely fit the few bags of clothes and all the presents as it is!” You yelled, and your children perked up. “Presents?!” They exclaimed, and you shook your head. “For Uncle Conor, Gran and Grandad.” You said, and they pouted.
“Let’s go Maynards! It’s time to go!” You called, and the kids cheered, running to the front door. Your daughter attempted to do her own shoes, being at the ‘I can do it all by myself’ stage. You laughed, helping her, despite her protests. You did the same with your son, picking him up, and grabbing your daughter’s hand with the other.
“Jack! Let's go!” You called, and you heard a “Coming!”, before a loud crash echoed through the room. “I'm okay!” He called, and you shook your head, chuckling to yourself for marrying someone like Jack. Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing in every way, but damn, he was very uptight when it came to his kids; spoiling them much more than necessary and always insisting they need the best of the best. Bringing the kids out to the car, you strapped them both into their seats and set them up with dvd players.
You were about to climb into the car, when Jack stumbled out of the front door, barely keeping his footing. The pile of bags was in front of his eyes, and he blindly made his way (tragically) over to the car. “Need some help there, hotshot?” You teased, and he grunted, dropping the bags. “Maybe you’re right. Less stuff, the better.” He said, stretching his sore arms. “Alright, you. Get in the car, I’ll pack it up.” You said, and he shook his head in protest.
You gave him a look, and he sighed. You didn’t give him any look. It was the look. The look you gave telling him he better get his ass in the damn car and do what you say or all hell would break loose. That look. He obliged with a heavy sigh, climbing into the driver’s side as you slid the bags into the trunk, packing them with ease. You were an organized person (most of the time, anyways), and had no problem finding room for everything. You did a quick glance over, making sure you didn’t forget anything.
Satisfied, you nodded, closing the trunk and climbing into the passenger’s side of the vehicle. “Ready to go, Maynard family?” You asked, and the kids cheered in the back, Jack smiling at the sounds, even though his eyes were glued ahead on the road, as he pulled out of the driveway and you began your road trip.
After what felt like forever, you finally arrived in Brighton, and Jack pulled up into the parking lot of his parents’ house. You peeked in the mirror, seeing both kids fast asleep, and you smiled, adoringly. You stepped out of the car, and ever so gently, you and Jack carried the kids inside. Your daughter woke up almost immediately, sleepily asking “Are we there yet?”, a loud yawn following. Nodding towards the house, your daughter looking, an excited look replacing the sleepy one.
She wiggled out of your grasp, running to the front door and knocking, much more than necessary. The door swung open, revealing your very joyful mother-in-law, Helen. As soon she she laid eyes on your daughter, she swept her up into her arms, making the child squeal. “Oh good, you’re here! I hope the drive was alright?!” She asked you, kindly, yet worriedly. “Of course, Helen. Thank you.” You smiled, and Jack followed, your still-sleeping son in his arms.
Gary (Jack’s father) gently took your son, bouncing him gently. You greeted him and Helen with hugs, as well as your brother and sister-in law, Conor and Anna. You all exchanged greetings, and as soon as all hugs were given, Jack was out the door to get the bags, and you could already see him struggling. “Conor?” You asked, your tone implying what you wanted. “Got it. I’ll help him.” Conor winked, jogging out to help his brother, who ultimately looked like he’d collapse at any given moment.
As the boys brought in all your bags, (which weren’t that many, but they were filled pretty full), you sat down with Anna and Helen, talking about the boys and just chatting away. It was nice; you absolutely loved Jack’s family, they were all so kind and accepting of you, as one of their own. Your daughter ran over after playing with Gary for a bit, holding up a box, much bigger than her little arms could manage. You took it from her, looking between her begging face, and the box.
“You want to play with this?” You asked, confused. “Grandad says it’s monopoly!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Oh, alright then.” You smiled, carrying the box over. “Hey, I wanna play too!” Your son, who had long since woken up, cried. “Ooh! Me too! Me too!” Conor cried, entering the room, Jack following suit. “Well, I’m in!” Gary said, chuckling along. He looked at Conor and Jack, and they had a silent conversation through their expressions. “What do you say, Maynard family game night? Girls against us manly males?” Gary challenged, and the three of you (Anna, Helen, and yourself) all exchanged glances. “You’re on.”
Safe to say, the girls easily beat the guys. “I carried our team, let’s be honest.” Conor said, confidently, as you all sat in the living room, preparing to exchange presents. “Did not! It was me!” Jack said, in mock offense. “Nah, I made both of yous. It was me.” Gary teased. “Me!” Your son cried, and everyone laughed. “Definitely a Maynard, that one!” Helen said, making everyone laugh once again. “I think I can live with not carrying the team, only for my amazing Nephew.” Conor said, winking at your son, who giggled quietly.
“Can we do presents, Mommy?” Your daughter asked, stifling a yawn. You smiled, looking to Helen, silently asking for permission. “Of course, sweetie!” She exclaimed, jumping up. “Alright Maynards! Present time!!” She yelled, and the Maynard brothers, (who’d been playing FIFA), turned off the game and came over. You all sat in a circle, passing the first presents to your son and daughter, who had been waiting impatiently since you’d left the house.
After exchanging gifts, it was quite late, and you’d put the kids to bed. Now you were sat in the living room, a cup of tea in hand, Jack’s arm around your shoulders. It was about 12am, and Helen and Gary had long since gone to bed as well. Anna and Conor stood up, bidding you both goodnight. Now, it was the two of you, alone on the couch, sitting in a comfortable silence.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your family?” You asked, gently. “Many, many times.” Jack chuckled, running a hand through your hair. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “But you know what?” He added, much quieter. You moved to look up at him, curiosity sparkling in your eyes. “You’re a Maynard too, Y/N. That makes it your family too, you’ll always be my family, my home, and no matter what, we’ll always be your family.”