Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 12

And here it is! Thats right ladies and gentlemen, the long awaited Christmas chapter is finally here. So enough from me, on with the story!

Of Loves Lost & Friends Past

Chapter 12: A Magical Christmas

December 24

Frankie woke up in Chris empty bed. Beside her sat a rose and a note. She smiled warmly, rising out of bed, and walking over to the window. There he was, wrapped in a thick blue coat, shoveling the walkway leading up to the door. He seemed cheery despite knowing what he had to do later that evening.

I await your performance, handsome, she said getting ready for the day.

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Mac walked through the halls of Fosters in search of hope. Tomorrow he would finally discover whether or not Santa Claus was real. He could feel his heart quicken in anticipation and dread. What if it turned out the elf was a fake? What would he do? Well, hed go on with life, but hed know that hed believed in a lie for years.

Come on, Santa, show me what you got, Mac said, stopping at a large window to see Chris finishing up the walk way.

Never stop believing, Mac thought, Thats what he said.

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Madame Foster hummed happily as she wrapped the ribbon around the small box. She believed she had found the perfect gift for Mac. This would knock him out of his slump, she thought. It was a good thing the gift arrived the day before, otherwise she wouldnt have been able to give it to him on time.

Merry Christmas, Mac, she said as she wrote in his card, Welcome to the family.

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Chris stepped through the door and shook himself off. The snow fell all around him leaving big puddles.

I hope you dont expect me to clean that up, came a familiar voice.

Smirking he turned, Good morning to you too, Beautiful.

She walked up to him, planted a kiss on his cheek and helped him take off his coat.

How could you leave me, half naked, in your bed to go shovel the sidewalk? she asked sarcastically.

I didnt want Herriman to knock on my door and wake you up, so I got up early to do it, he explained, I was hoping I could sneak back in before you woke up.

She leaned in to kiss him again. He really was always thinking of her. With that the pair walked to the kitchen to start breakfast.

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Eduardo and Wilt ran around the track once more. The lanky friend had to slow his pace in order for the burly monster to keep up.

You okay, Ed? Wilt asked with a smile.

Si, he answered huffing and puffing, I am fine.

Wilt chuckled, slowing down even more. As they ran along at a slow pace another runner came flying past them, practically leaving them in her dust. It was Coco.

Man, that girl has got a lot of energy! Wilt declared wide eyed.

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Bloo sat happily staring out the window, Tonights the night, he sang, Im gonna getlots of presents! Hmph, and Mac will see that Santa is real.

The blob bobbed his head back and forth humming his made up song. It was just eleven hours until the big guy made his arrival and Bloo couldnt wait. Of course he realized hed have to find some way of keeping himself occupied until then so he grabbed the phone off his nightstand and dialed the number of an old friend.

Hhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Bloo, the voice said.

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Breakfast went off without a hitch. Frankie and Chris had made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. As usual there was nothing left except to do the dishes. The young lovers laughed as they went through with the chore. Each excited to give the other their gift.

I think Ive finally got something thatll surprise him! Frankie thought washing the soap off the last dish.

Chris accepted it, drying it off and then placing it in the cupboard, So, when do you think You-know-who should make his appearance?

Frankie grabbed his hands and led him out of the kitchen, I dont know, nine-ish?

I guess thats fine, he replied, I still cant believe Im doing this, though.

They entered the living room and sat down on the couch positioning themselves so Frankie was lying on his chest, I think you look cute in the costume, she teased.

Great, I look cute, he retorted in a dry tone, but I guess itll be worth it to see Mac smile again.

Mmm, yeah, she added smiling.

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There was a knock at the door, but before Frankie or Chris could get it Bloo came running down the stairs, screaming that it was for him. Watching, almost scared as to what the little blob was bringing into the house, the pair watched him from around the corner.

Who do you think it is? Chris asked.

Knowing Bloo, Frankie answered worriedly, It could be anyone or anything.

A tall, dark skinned girl with three dreadlocks sticking up in the air entered the house with Bloo snuggled tightly in a hug. She wore yellow rain boots and a denim skirt with rainbow colored sleeves.

Say, isnt that Chris started to say.

Goo! Frankie declared walking out to greet the girl.

Hey Frankie, Goo said hugging the red haired woman.

Chris was confused.

Uh, hi Goo, he said nervously, not sure what to do.

Chris! Youre home! she said leaping into his arms, I missed you so much!

Frankie watched the man. He was absolutely bewildered. What was he missing here?

A few months ago, Mac helped Goo learn some restraint when it came to imaginary friends, she explained.

Chris held Goos hands as she walked up his legs and hung in the air, Well that explains a lot.

The last time he had been home, Goo wasnt allowed to be inside the house or anywhere near him. Everyone was afraid shed create another twenty versions of him.

So, I guess youre here for a reason? he asked.

Laughing as she flipped down to the ground and started dancing with Bloo, Yeah Im spending Christmas Eve with you guys!

The two adults looked at each other and then back at the hyper active girl as she danced with the blob.

What about your parents? Frankie asked.

Oh, they dont mind, she answered twirling around.

Great Chris added.

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Mac ran happily through the woods. Seeing Goo again had really lifted his spirits. Inside the house, Wilt sat happily with Coco and Eduardo, watching TV. The other friends in the house went about with their own activities, talking, reading, playing. Frankie and Chris were up on the roof looking out over the city at all the lights and decorations. In her private study, Madame Foster sat with Mr. Herriman going over a list of activities for later that night. Neither were aware of Frankie and Chris intentions, but no one knew of Bloos correspondence with a certain jolly old elf.

Hey Maaaaaaaaacccccccccccc, Goo called.

The boy turned just in time to be nailed with a snowball. He was laid out on the ground staring up at the sky. He had missed spending so much time with her.

Oh my gosh, are you okay? she asked grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him up.

The snowball clung to the side of his head as he looked up at her, Yeah Im fine.

Sorry, Mac, she added lifting him to his feet, I didnt mean to hit you so hard.

The boy dusted himself off, straightened his hat, and then turned to her, Its okay, really, but

Goo looked nervous, But?

Mac leapt at her, tackling her to the ground. Laughter rang out through the forest as they tickled each other. Nearby Bloo watched the two and smiled warmly. He was greedy and he was selfish, but he cared deeply about Mac. He had made the right call to bring Goo over.

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The sun started to set around 4:55 pm. Goo and Mac had gone back inside to warm up, Frankie and Chris were in the kitchen with Wilt, preparing dinner, Bloo sat with Eduardo and Coco watching TV, and the other friends were anxiously awaiting their meal. Every Christmas Frankie made her familys specialty. It was a special kind of soup called Swiss Gruyere. The soup was a mix of cheese and potato soup, but Frankie always added an extra ingredient that made her version the best. However, she never revealed what it was, being sure to add it only when no one was around.

Bloo paced back and forth behind the couch in the TV room. Only four more hours, he kept telling himself. Mac had become his usual cheery self, but when he saw that Santa was real, hed be blown away. Just four more hours.

So Frankie, Chris asked slicing a loaf of bread, Are you ever gonna tell me what the secret ingredient is?

The red head hummed as she continued to stir, Nope, never.

Come on, youve told me practically everything, but that, why not? he pleaded.

Because its a special ingredient that only the women of my family know, she explained.

Uh huh, he replied, I guess everyone has their secrets.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, Yup, but not too many secrets.

The pair thought about the things they had been through together. Not just recently, but since they had first met. Everything they had seen, the places they had gone, the things they had done. Life was never dull with them around.

Okay guys, Frankie announced, Soups almost ready, lets start serving the rest of the meal.

Wilt and Chris both grabbed big trays filled with pork, bread, and drinks and exited through the doors to set the table.

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At the head of the table sat Madame Foster. On either side sat Frankie and Mr. Herriman. Then came Chris, Wilt, Coco, Eduardo, Mac, Goo, and Bloo. The dining hall was a little more than half full as the group began to eat. Since Thanksgiving, many friends had been adopted. It brought a tear to Madame Fosters eye when she thought about it. She was happy for the friends, but at the same time sad because she wouldnt get to see them for a while.

As they ate, the friends traded stories of Christmas past. Some told of Christmas in Hawaii while others told of it in Germany. There were stories of gifts, jokes about what the friends used to do to celebrate, and more. They were truly a family despite all the obvious differences in them.

After dinner it was decided they would watch a Christmas movie or two and then theyd be in bed by 10:30 at the latest. It was 8:00 when they sat down to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas. Frankie and Chris carefully excluded themselves from watching claiming they had some work to do.

Dont do anything I wouldnt do, Bloo teased.

The pair walked to Frankies room hand in hand. This was it, they were about to spring their surprise on Mac.

I hope this works, Chris said stepping into her room.

Youre not the only one, Frankie replied lifting the skirt of her bed up. Oh no she suddenly said in horror.

Chris spun, What? What is it?

The costume she started to say.

Yeah, yeah, the costume, he added.

Its gone

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Bloo sat watching the forty year old movie and yawned. 8:30. It was just thirty minutes until the big show. Over the movie he heard Frankie talking to herself as she rummaged through the hall closet.

Hey Frankie, the blob said happily.

She leapt into the air in surprise, What costume? I wasnt doing anything!

Okay, time to start drinking decaf, he told her.

Her breathing was heavy, What do you want Bloo? she asked shutting the closet door.

Nothing, just wanted to know what youre doing, he answered.

Oh me? she asked in an innocent tone, Im not doing anything

Frankie I cant find it, Chris blurted out entering the room and skidding to a stop.

Everyone heard that, Cant find what? several asked in unison

Oh boy, was all he could say.

Frankie had to think fast, there was no way they could easily explain this, We were just uhjust looking for

Just looking for what? Bloo asked.

Ho Ho Ho! a loud voice rang out through the house.

What the? Frankie yelled spinning to face the chimney.

There were sounds of something or someone coming down and then suddenly there was a thud and a plume of black smoke filled the room. A man stepped out through the smoke. He was oddly familiar and raised a lot of eyebrows.

No way! Frankie said in surprise.

Iti-its Chris added, backing away.

Santa Claus! Bloo yelled happily.

The room filled with cheer as the big man dressed in red stepped in. Frankie couldnt believe her eyes, she wouldnt, there was no way he was real.

Im real, Frankie, he said looking back at her with a smile.

The friends crowded around him asking questions, reaching out to touch him, and demanding presents. Everyone except Mac. The boy sat on the couch watching them act like little kids and hmphed. He wasnt fooled, he thought. Why would Santa come so early on Christmas Eve to visit them?

Mac, whats wrong? Goo asked.

The crowd of friends backed away as the jolly old man stepped forward to the center of the room allowing everyone to get a truly good look at him. He was five foot eleven with a big belly that jiggled like a bowl full of jelly. His nose was big and red, surrounded by his big white beard and mustache. He wore his traditional white and red suit, but his hat had something that no other Santa in the world had. On the white surrounding the rim of the hat was a green S.C. anagram.

Mac? the man asked calling out to the boy.

He spun in surprise. How did he know his name? Was it possible? No, he had to just be someone from the house, didnt he?

I heard you were having a crisis of faith, Santa said. I got an email from a friend of yours who was very worried. Im here to prove that I am very much real.

Mac looked at him disbelievingly, And just how do you intend to do that?

Youll see my boy, youll see, Santa told him turning back to face the others. I have presents here for all the good little boys and girls. Unfortunately I couldnt fit everyones presents in here on this load, but rest assured, when you wake up in the morning they will be here, I promise.

Once more the room filled with cheer as the fat elf walked back to the chimney and pulled down a big green sack held closed by a red pull string. He opened it up revealing presents in all shapes, sizes, and colors. He reached in and grabbed the first present and then read the tag aloud. A small green, dog like imaginary friend came running up through the crowds. She danced and sang as she tore the wrapping paper away to reveal a stuffed animal. The little friend lunged at Santa hugging him as tight as she could before running back through the crowds to play with her new toy.

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The man calling himself Santa Claus continued handing out presents to all the imaginary baby friends and all the other young friends until there were only two presents left. One for Frankie and the other for Mac.

Well, Frankie, I think you should open this right now, he said handing it to her.

The red head was still questioning him, not wanting to jump to any conclusions, but as she peeled back the wrapping paper she saw something that she never thought shed ever see again. It was a bracelet. Just a simple gold chain with star hanging from it, but it was much more than that. Many years ago, back when she and Chris were eight, she had lost the bracelet on a camping trip. They had searched high and low for it, never able to find it. That year, she asked Santa Claus to find it for her. That also happened to be the last year she believed in Santa Claus.

Howd I do? Santa asked her with a smile.

A single tear ran down her cheek as she pulled him into a tight hug, Its wonderful

Im glad you like it, he told her reaching into his sack and pulling out the last gift.

Mac? he called to the boy, This is yours.

Shrugging, Mac walked up to him and accepted it as politely as he could, pausing before he opened it. He looked at the present and then back up at Santa, with a spark of hope.

Its not gonna open it self, Mac, Chris said jokingly.

Mac carefully opened the wrapping paper to find a brown box. On the box was written, Never Stop Believing, in big bold letters. The boy pulled the top off the box and almost dropped it when he looked inside. His heart was beating so fast everyone in the room could hear it as he lifted a shiny piece of metal out.

I hope this answers your question, Santa said confidently.

Mac held the bell in his hand and smiled as big as he could, Oh thank you! he yelled hugging the big man dressed in red.

Anytime, son, he replied. Well, Im all done for right now, but I will be back as soon as I restock. I dont expect to find anyone awake when I get back, so Ill say this nowMerry Christmas and to all a good night! And with that the man put his finger on the tip of his nose and winked. There was a flash as he disappeared up the chimney leaving everyone stunned.

There was a rattling nose as something heavy lifted up and off the roof and then at the window a silhouette could be seen passing in front of the moon.

He had really been there.

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Mac held the bell tightly in his grasp as Chris carried him in his arms. The little boy had fallen asleep watching the rest of the movie. The excitement had been to much for him. At their side was Frankie. She too held her present. She couldnt believe it. Her bracelet had been missing for twelve years and now

Wow, she said.

I told you he was real, Chris replied happily.

Yes, yes you did, was all she could say as they placed the boy in his bed. Good night, Mac, she said placing a small kiss on his forehead.

The pair then walked back to Chris room and prepared for bed, Looks like things worked out for the best, huh? Chris asked.

Hanging tightly on his arm, Yeah.

She was still speechless. The fact that Santa existed had taken her breath away. And now, she had something that would forever prove his existence anytime she started to doubt it. The pair slipped into bed and fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

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Christmas Day

Mac walked down the stairs, still dressed in his pajamas and holding the bell. It had not once left his sight since he awoke. His eyes went wide when he saw all the presents sitting around the tree. All the friends were searching for their own, while at the same time trading presents with each other. At the foot of the tree sat his favorite friends.

Chris reached back and pulled out a familiar black box as Mac walked up. The boy smiled as Chris gave Frankie the present. The red head screamed in excitement leaping at him and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

I guess that means she likes it, Mac said drawing their attention.

Merry Christmas Mac, the group said in unison.

In Chris lap sat a thick, hard cover book with the Name Jim Lee inscribed on it, Wilt was spinning a new basketball on the tip of his finger, Eduardo was cuddled up with several new beanie buddies, Coco had a roll of bubble wrap and a new bottle of liquid bubbles, and Bloowell he had two things. A new paddleball and a lump of coal with a note attached. It read, You deserved coal, but by reviving the spirit of Christmas you proved that you have the potential to be good. I hope you can be good for next year.

Who does he think hes kidding? Bloo asked smugly, Of course I can be good!

Mac laughed looking at all the friends and their new presents. He had gotten a very special present that year. New friends, a new family, and now, proof, real tangible proof that Santa Claus was real.

Mac, Madame Foster called from behind.

He turned as she gave him a manila envelope that read Merry Christmas Mac, From Madame Foster and Sasha Gorden.

What is it? he asked.

Youll have to open it to find out, she told him.

Inside the boy found a piece of paper that was an official adoption document and read Mac Foster, making him Madame Fosters official grandson.

Are you sure? he asked anxiously.

MadameHis grandmother pulled him into a hug, Welcome to the family honey.

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Christmas Day was a major event within the Fosters house and this year was one of the best. The friends played happily with their new presents while others watched their new movies, and others still shined their new skis and so on and so on. Mac sat between Chris and Frankie playing the X-Box 360 the pair had chipped in on to get him. The three of them laughed as he crashed his car in Project Gotham Racing.

Wilt and Coco passed his basketball back and forth while Eduardo watched nervously, ready to dive for cover if the ball came his way. And watching the group closely was Madame Foster. She had watched them all grow into fine young people and friends and she was happy she had a chance to know them and love them.

Now it was her turn to relax, but before she could retire to her study to enjoy some warm tea with Mr. Herriman, Mac ran up to her.

Madame Foster! he called, You were right.

The old woman smiled and rested her hand on his shoulder, I told you everything would make itself clear in time.

Mac smiled as she walked away, Merry Christmas!

The End

Finally! Its done. Okay, so I dont think this is my best work, but I dont know what everyone else thinks so Ill just leave it to you to decide. In any event Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, and Happy Kwanza to everyone out there. I hope you all enjoyed this romp through the holidays and will come back for more. I’m currently working on a sequel, but I don’t know when it will be ready to post. Until then, later everybody!