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rebelliousstories · 2 days ago

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Home for the Holidays

Relationship: Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Alcohol

Word Count: 2,190

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Summary: If there is anyone that can convince him to stay home, it was her. And if there was any time for him to stay home, it was now.

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“Logan!”

“Logan! Come back!”

“Logan! Wolverine!”

Too many times had he heard the call of his name by those he loved. Too often did he refuse to turn back to go to them out of his own stupid pride. And, because of this, far too much did he miss out on fun events and memories. That had apparently went out the window the second that he decided to date his girlfriend.

Do not be mistaken, Logan still manages to find ways to slip away from the school in order to not join in on festivities. But it had been greatly reduced since she came along. A mutant who has the ability to decay anything with a single touch, that somehow fell in love with the man who could not seem to die.

Logan was picking up the keys to his motorcycle when she came to fetch him.

“Log, hey honey.” Her wide beam smile threatened to infect his own face, but he let a small tilt of his lips escape.

“What do you want, darling?” He grumbled, plopping his heavy body on the machine.

“Will you stay home with me tomorrow?”

Her eyes begged him, oh so cutely. But he knew what that was code for. It was what she did each and every time.

“Nope.”

“But, Logan.” He began to start the bike up, which drowned her out for a second.

“No. You’re not dragging me to another party.” The rumble of the beast underneath him was a calming feeling and sound. It was part of the reason he went on so many drives on it. Silence was so hard to achieve when you could hear things most people could never.

“Log, wait just a second,” her arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him right where she wanted him. “Please, it’s Thanksgiving. Just stay home with us please. With me?” Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“I don’t do holidays. Besides, I’m Canadian.”

As he drove away, Logan could still see her crestfallen face in his side mirrors. Once he was out on the open road, he tried to put her upset expression out of his mind, but found he could not. This happened every major holiday; even the minor ones too. It was not that he did not like spending time with her, quite the opposite really. But it was that he did not care for the major celebrations.

Too many smells and sounds. People pretending that they wanted to be around him when in actuality they could not care less. As they got closer to the holiday season, people spent money that they did not have to impress people who would still think those same nasty things about them. The falseness of the months of November and December repulsed him.

But the long he went, the more he thought about her. This was their second Thanksgiving together, and he had done the exact same thing last year. Driven off on his bike, camped at a dingy motel for the next two days with a constant supply of alcohol, before returning on Friday. Would it have truly been so bad for him to stay at home with her, and suffered through the festivities?

A ding broke his gaze from the road. He was running low on fuel. Sighing, Logan kept his eyes out for a gas station along the deserted road he was on. There was nothing he hated more than to run out of gas before he got to a place to fill up. Thankfully, that was not the case.

An old station that had probably not been repaired since the mid 70’s came upon his journey. There was a lone truck at the pumps when he pulled in, and another around back meaning that there was at least two people inside the building. For some reason, Logan felt the need to go inside and grab a snack. As soon as he stepped through the door, a warm scene greeted him.

There stood a dad with his children who were laughing while their mom checked out with their snacks. All of them were so happy with each other. Even the woman at the register was smiling because of them. Logan could hear their conversation, and it was all so hopeful. The children were talking excitedly about what they wanted to eat for the holiday, and which cousins they would see. Their father was happily listening to them, and prompting them to talk more about what they wanted to do.

It was so beautiful to watch that he was a little sad that they had left afterwards. He set his pack of beer and chips on the counter, but let his mind wander. Logan had long since given up on the concept of having a family himself, even though he would like one. With his mutation, it was probably not possible. He very well could outlive his own children, or whoever was their mother, and that was not a fun thought for him to have.

Getting the case of beer and food onto the bike took a bit of maneuvering, but the mutant made it happen. Instead of going back to the school though, he just continued down the road now that he was refueled in more ways than one. What was once a peaceful drive meant to clear his head and heart, had quickly turned to quiet for him.

All he could think of now was being home with his girlfriend for Thanksgiving. During the school year, he loved watching her interact with the younger children. It always stirred something in him that he kept dampening down whenever it sprung up. This was part of the reason that he was so reluctant to spend holidays with her.

She always made sure that the kids who had no family to go home to were taken care of; unfortunately, that was a majority of the students at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. But she never made them miss out on fun festive activities. He knew that leading up to the big day, her lesson plans always took some time to make decorations. The younger kids had made hand turkeys, while the older ones used the changing leaves outside to make their own collages or scrapbooks.

That was just how she was. Even though her mutation caused destruction, her spirit repaired others. There was nothing that she was not willing to do if it meant making others happy. It often caused some insecurity to sprout in Logan’s chest. Because, how was someone so kind, so caring, so lovely, so precious, dating someone like him? A mutant who tried to find solace in the bottom of a bottle, and kept killing bottles to find it. A mutant who got into fights whenever he felt like it, and kept true to his lone wolf personality.

The motel that evening did not provide the comfort he was looking for. Usually, there was a little ease associated with it. A nice, calm, stable environment for him away from the hustle and bustle that he knew was overtaking the school at this very moment. As Logan cracked open his first beer, he thought about how shut down she was when he drove away. His pride would not allow him to admit that he was wrong, and frankly, up until this point, he had not believe that he was wrong. And yet, there was just a little something in his chest that tugged on his heart as he went to sleep that made him believe other wise.

After Logan had left, she went back into the mansion with a frown etched deep onto her face. But there was little time to dwell on the fact that her boyfriend was leaving once again. There was so much to do for the big meal tomorrow. Cooking for an entire school was an arduous task, but one that her, and the other adults, took on gratefully.

Her mind was kept free from thoughts that would damper her mood all through the rest of the day. So many people had joined together that year to make their feast. Different dietary restrictions, different cultures, and different preferences had made for one interesting prepping day. She did make sure to include a couple turkeys on the table that had to be prepped, but there was just so much variety.

However, sleep continued to evade her that night. The blame was partially on the lack of her space heater lover not providing adequate warmth for her. During the colder months, Logan’s ability to run warm was her favorite thing about him. He was just a big, hairy, perfectly warmed teddy bear to latch onto in the middle of the night.

But most of the blame was on the fact that she would, once again, be alone on the holidays. Sure, she had her friends and the kids, but that was not the same as having her Wolverine. He would be doing whatever he was doing for the next two days, before coming back like nothing had happened.

And that was how she found herself in the kitchen, stress baking, at four o’clock in the morning. Her ever so popular iced lemon cookies were on the menu. It was a process that she had done so much, that she did not need to think about what she was doing. She knew that these would be going like hot cakes tomorrow, or rather today if someone wanted to be technical. So she did not worry about making too many; there would never be enough.

Five am came far faster than she ever thought. There were a few of the older people that had begun trickling in, and here she was. Still baking. Charles got his morning tea before retreating into his office. Scott made his and Jean’s cup of coffee and left to go to their room. Storm, however, stayed. She made both of them a cup of coffee before starting on food preparations while the other woman finished off her baking.

They snacked on cookies and remnants of food for breakfast while the rest of the school woke up. Remy and Rogue both came down to share a plate of eggs and toast in the dinning room, aiming just to stay out of the way for now. However, as soon as they were done, they were put to work warming up side dishes that had been prepped the day before to save on time.

In a few hours, the adults had the perfect Thanksgiving meal on the tables. Everything was served buffet style, with additional chairs and tables inhabiting the dinning and game room. Every one fixed themselves a plate with a little bit of everything they wanted, and sat down to enjoy a nice time together. But she just watched from her little corner.

Sure, she had a plate of food, but it did not seem too appealing right now. Right now, she was just enjoying watching everyone enjoy themselves. She saw Scott and Jean laughing, feeding each other bites from their plates, and chatting with the youngsters they had come to take in as their own. It made her a bit bitter on what was supposed to be a day of thanks. Pushing around a bit of Rogue’s green bean casserole, she did not know what she was expecting when someone cleared their throat behind her.

Logan was the last person she expected to see, though.

He stood a bit awkwardly. His hands were shoved deep into the front pockets of his jeans, right next to the big belt buckle he loved wearing. The flannel covering his arms and chest was the one that she had gotten him as a belated Christmas present last year. Not because she forgot to give it to him on Christmas, but rather because he was not there for it. Logan cleared his throat again before trying to speak.

“Mind helping me fix a plate, darling?” Her shock was recovered quickly as she stood, leaving behind her own plate. She talked him through each dish, and helped load up his plate with things that he may not have understood, but would definitely enjoy eating. There was a little something that was nagging her as they went to go sit down again.

“What are you doing back so soon?”

For once, Logan did not have what seemed like an appropriate response. He never bothered with giving a good answer before because he never cared who took offense to what he was saying. Now, he was terrified to upset his girlfriend even more.

“I just figured I would give this thing a try.” Logan tried to keep his eyes to his food, and shoveled a bit in before he could speak more.

“Well,” she began putting together her own first bite, “thank you for humoring me.”

“Don’t get used to it, darling.”

Anyone who did not know Logan would assume that he was being serious. But she knew better. That twinkle in his eye let her know that she just might turn his cynical heart around yet.

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jhilsara · 23 hours ago

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Of Bookstore, Coffees, and Late Nights pt. 4

Sunshine!Reader/Southern!Reader/Plus Sized!Reader

Pairing: Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: Welcome to the holiday special! Set during season 8 you spend Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas with Spencer.

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Canon typical BAU themes, sick family members, holiday family fighting, (no Maeve...this is my fanfic and I say Spencer's had enough trauma)

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Halloween

Spencer had convinced you to go out with him, JJ, and Will. They were going to take Henry trick or treating and then go off to a bar their team frequently ventured into.

Spencer and his team had recently landed from a case and Spencer was grinning from ear to ear. Apparently, Henry had not wanted to go out on Halloween, but something changed his mind. Spencer refused to tell you what Henry’s costume was, declaring it a surprise.

Spencer had picked you up and you two were in your own costumes. You dressed as Katniss Everdeen from the new Hunger Games movie. You had dragged Spencer to go see it after you had him read it during one of their earlier book exchanges. Spencer was dressed as Doctor Frankenstein. Large white lab coat and ridiculous googles.

“Are you sure this is okay? I mean, I don’t know them that well.” You asked nervously.

Spencer just laughed and nodded. “I’m more than sure. JJ and Garcia have been hounding me to make time for you to hang out with them.”

“Because they like me or because they want to profile me?” You asked skeptically.

Spencer shrugged, “Honestly, could be either, both, or none of the above. But, JJ knows you helped Will from bleeding out so, you’re solid in her book.”

“I thought we agreed to not ever talk about the bank again?” You mumbled.

“I know I know; I won’t bring it up again.” he said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, knowing well it wouldn’t be the last time.

Once they arrive at JJ and Will’s house Henry answers the door and immediately you melt at the sight. Little Henry was dressed as Spencer, badge and all, and you had to bite your tongue from almost crying.

JJ popped up behind Henry and smiled at the two. “Nice costumes.” she said looking them over.

“Uncle Spencer, do I look like you?” Henry asked excitedly spinning in a circle.

Spencer leans down to pick up Henry, “You look just like me! I think I’m looking in a mirror Henry.”

The blonde boy giggled and hugged his uncle.

“Come on in, we’re almost ready to go. Will’s just finishing the dishes.” JJ said, ushering them in.

Will come’s around the corner with a rag in his hand as he looks for the source of noise, “I thought I heard y'all.” He said smiling.

Will comes up to you arms open for a hug, “Hey.”

you immediately hugged him, “Hey Will.”

You smiled when he pulled away. Will raised his hand to Spencer, who was still holding Henry.

“Can you watch him so we can go change real quick?” Will asked.

Spencer nodded, “Absolutely, go don’t worry about it.”

“Promise we’ll be quick; our costumes are easy.” JJ said with a grin.

The two hurry off to their bedroom and Spencer sets down Henry.

“Are you excited to go trick or treating bud?” Spencer asked softly.

Henry nodded in excitement. “Mommy and Daddy are going to be my back up.”

You just smiled as you watched Spencer interact with Henry. He easily kept him entertained and was overall, just great with the kid. you almost think you should have Spencer do some magic at the shop for the kids during the day sometime. He just easily knows what to do. It’s charming.

JJ and Will come around the corner and are in all black suits and sunglasses. You gave a loud guffaw of a laugh, having to cover your mouth.

“Oh, now this is just a stereotype.” Spencer said, trying to look upset, but his smile gave him away.

“What? We can’t poke fun at ourselves?” JJ said with a small spin in her fake FBI suit. A massive plastic badge hanging from her hip.

Spencer just shook his head.

“I feel spiffy, this isn’t a bad suit for a costume.” Will said looking over his sunglasses.

JJ laughed and then clapped her hands together looking at her son, “You ready Henry?”

Henry bounced in excitement and ran up to his parents.

“Wait, wait, before we go let me get pictures of you guys. It’s so cute.” You said, fishing out your phone.

Will, JJ, and Henry pose. Will and JJ make a Mr. And Mrs. Smith pose back-to-back that has you giggling.

“Perfect.” she smiled as she finished snapping a few pictures.

JJ moves to open the front door and ushered everyone out, “Come one we’re burning the night away!”

Henry had about an hour and a half of trick or treating in him before he started dragging his feet.

“You tired big guy?” Will asked his son as he picked him up.

Henry nodded slowly, fighting to keep his eyes open.

“It’s bedtime for this one.” JJ said kissing the crown of Henry’s head.

Will adjusts Henry in his arms. “We’ll go put him to bed, we’ll meet everyone at the bar.”

Spencer and you nod, waving them off.

“He’s the cutest kid I’ve ever seen.” You coo watching them walk off.

Spencer nodded, “He absolutely is.”

“You’re so good with him.” you crossed your arms. “Maybe you should lead a reading time or do a magic show at the bookstore.”

Spencer looks down at you, “Now you’re just extorting me for labor.”

You giggled, “I give you plenty of free coffee to warrant asking you for story time with the kids in the bookstore.”

Spencer makes a face. “Definitely extorting me.”

“I’d say it’s more a barter and trade system.” you said with a grin.

“Whatever, come on.” He laughed, grabbing your hand to lead you off to go to the bar.

You feel your face heat up from Spencer holding your hand, you go quiet and just let him lead you.

Once at the bar, Derek and Penelope are already seated in a back booth. Penelope spots the two first and she stands waving them over.

Penelope immediately grabs you from Spencer. “We need shots!” she declared as she dragged you with her to the bar.

Derek just laughed watching them leave.

“How many drinks has she had?” Spencer asked with a laugh.

“None. She was waiting.” Derek responded with a chuckle.

Penelope and you stand at the bar waiting to order shots. While they wait for the bar tender Penelope takes this time to chat you up.

“I can’t believe Spencer hasn’t brought you out until now! I mean- there was the wedding, but I’ve been begging him to let me hang out with you!” Penelope pouts.

You laughed, “Well, my schedules a little crazy. I’m always working at night so I can’t really go out like this all the time.” you told her.

Penelope nodded, “Right, you run a late-night cafe and bookstore, right?”

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I do. It’s a lot of fun and the inside is super comfortable. If you ever want to drop by, feel free to! I’d love for you to come by.” You told the blonde.

Penelope’s face bursts into a big grin. “That sounds great. I’ll make sure to take you up on that.”

Finally, the bartender makes his way over to them.

Over at the booth, JJ and Will finally made it in. The group is chattering amongst themselves, waiting for Penelope to come back with you.

JJ looked over to spot them at the bar, and she took an opportunity.

“So, Spence...” she started with a conspiratorial tone.

Spencer immediately froze and gives JJ a knowing look. “Why do I already not like where this is going?”

“It’s nothing serious just...” her eyes avert over to the bar, “Do you like her?” she whispered loudly across the table.

Derek started to laugh, looking at JJ with a raised brow. “Are we really about to press pretty boy on his love life right now?”

Spencer’s face is tinted pink as his eyes widen. “JJ...” he sighed.

“Spence.” She replied with a deadpan stare.

His eyes flickered over to try to see if Penelope and you were coming back. Hoping he could escape this grilling.

“I’m not gonna let this go, so you can answer here or at work with Rossi and Hotch in the room.” She said with a smirk.

Spencer sighed and looked down at his hands on the table. “She’s wonderful, and when she was a hostage, it really hit me in that moment that she’s important to me.” he murmured.

“She’s too sweet though...and I’m, me.” He said quietly.

Derek and JJ make a face. They didn’t believe that for a second. Before they could reply though, Penelope bounced back with you in tow.

“This conversation isn’t over Spence.” JJ murmured.

“Oh, everyone’s here!” Penelope shouts, moving to hug JJ in excitement.

Penelope shoots a playful glare at Spencer, “You better move boy genius because my spot is next to big man.”

Spencer rolled his eyes but slid over to get up. Penelope shot him a dazzling smile and moves to saddle herself next to Derek. Spencer gets back in the booth, and you slide next to him. With everyone in the booth, they’re basically brushing against each other. Your leg is pressed against his and you feel like you’re burning up. It could be the alcohol or your nerves, you’re unsure.

The night goes on and you drink far more than you probably should have. You're a light weight and Penelope Garcia just kept ordering shots for her, you, and JJ.

The three women are standing outside in the cold air chattering away while they wait for the others to close out their tabs.

You’re swaying on your feet humming a mindless tune and Penelope’s leaning against you.

“You’re so sweet- I understand why our boy wonder would keep you to himself.” Penelope giggled.

You shook your head, “No no, it’s not like that.” you giggled.

“Oh please,” JJ rolled her eyes her own smirk on her face. “You two were giving each other eyes all night.”

You gasped, “No we were not! He’s my best friend.”

JJ and Penelope give each other matching looks before humming in acknowledgement.

“I’m serious! I know what a sarcastic mmhmm means, I invented it.” You said with a frown.

The doors open and the three, much more sober, men come out.

“Come on baby girl, time to say goodbye. You need your bed.” Derek said pulling Penelope off you.

“Oh, my bed sounds fantastic!” she said excitedly, letting Derek lead her off.

“We better get going too, your momma can’t stay all night.” Will mentions to JJ.

“Bye Spence, bye Y/N!” JJ waved goodbye.

Spencer turned to look at you, and you’re still swaying a bit. Spencer wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady and starts to lead you back toward the subway.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

You immediately leaned your head on his shoulder wrapping your own arm around him to keep yourself balanced.

“You’re my favorite person Spencer.” you murmured as they walked down the street.

He chuckled softly, “You’re mine too.”

“No, no, I’m serious.” you said your words a bit slurred.

“I know.” he said softly.

You looked up at him, your eyes furrowed, “No, you don’t.” you said it a bit more seriously. “You’ve done more for me than I can explain.” you whispered.

Spencer paused and gently moved his free hand to press you closer to him, petting your head. “I think it’s the other way around.” He murmured into your hair.

The two stand there, your face pressed into Spencer’s shoulder for a while. It takes a cold breeze to make the two of you separate.

“Let’s get you home before you catch a cold.” he whispered, gently moving you forward again.

You just nodded, looking at your feet as they walked, trying to hide your flushed face.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was always awkward. You only remember Thanksgiving being fun when you were between five and ten. After your mother cheated, Thanksgiving had been... rough. To put it politely.

Even after your parents' divorce, they would still try to get together for Thanksgiving, but something tends to always go wrong.

There was the year you refused to come out of your room because you didn’t want to see your mother. So, Bridget tried to feed you under the bedroom door. Then there was the year that Bridget got food poisoning because their mom didn’t cook the chicken breast for Bridget all the way through. That one was rough. She was eleven and violently puking for three days straight. Or the year that Lauren brought her new boyfriend over. He had tried to make Bridget and you call him dad while Big Joe was sitting right there.

Thanksgiving has just not been their Holiday.

This year you had invited Spencer. He wasn’t going to Vegas to see his mother until Christmas, and he was just going to spend it alone. You offered for him to just spend it with you and Big Joe, it was always just the two of them recently. So, it wasn’t a big deal. Just a chill lunch, watch the parade on the tv, and send Spencer off with leftovers.

At least, that was your plan.

You're in the kitchen with Spencer, cutting veggies for the stuffing when the doorbell rings. You stand straight looking at Spencer in surprise.

“I’ll get it!” You shout to your dad, walking briskly to the door.

Upon opening the door, you see your baby sister. It’s such a shock it takes you a second to register what’s happening.

“Birdie?” You blinked in confusion and rubbed your eyes trying to see if you were seeing things.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Bridget’s boyfriend, Jamie, says excitedly and leans in to give a hug.

“Oh!” Jamie wraps you in a massive hug, squeezing you tightly. “I’m so happy to finally meet you and Bridget’s dad!”

You looked at him a little puzzled before turning to Bridget. “I thought,” You sighed trying to even your breathing. “I thought you were spending the holidays with Lauren again?”

Bridget just shrugged, “Changed my mind. Now can we go in, it’s freezing out here.”

You step aside to let them in and are bewildered that your sister even showed up. You make your way through the living room and stand next to your dad in his wheelchair. His eyes were half closed, a light snore as the television played the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

“Daddy, daddy wake up. Birdie’s home.” You whispered.

Big Joe jolts a bit and grumbles, “I wasn’t asleep.”

“Sure, you weren’t daddy.” You patted your dad’s shoulder. “Anyway, Birdie’s here with her boyfriend Jamie.” You said making Big Joe look over at the two standing awkwardly in the doorway.

His face breaks into a grin, “Well, come in Pidgeon, no need to be shy.” He struggles to sit up a little straighter in his chair.

You look over at your sister and Jamie. Her boyfriend is all smiles, you swore if he had a tail, it would be wagging. Jamie walks over to shake your dad’s hand and introduce himself.

Bridget on the other hand, has her feet planted firmly to the floor. Unmoving. You watched her closely and saw just how pale Bridget was as she looked at their dad. She hadn’t seen their dad in a long time. She mostly just called, if that, but this was the first time in maybe two years that Bridget was standing in the same room as her father.

You look back at Jamie and her dad as they chatter. You see how thin her dad’s gotten. It’s not news to you, nothing about his health was. They were already on borrowed time, your dad truly beating the odds. As you look over at your baby sister, you realize that the last time Bridget saw their dad he could still walk easily. He only barely needed the wheelchair for bad days.

Bridget was in shock.

“Y/N! I need some help back here!” Spencer comes around the corner from the kitchen, covered in flour. He’s holding his hands up like he’s innocent.

“Oh, good god, Spencer, bless your heart. I’m coming!” you told him shooing him off back to the kitchen.

You go to Bridget and nudge her, “Birdie you and Jamie can keep daddy entertained right? I’m still cooking.”

Bridget just nodded slowly making her way over to the couch.

You sighed and went back into the kitchen.

“Spencer, I said to add a little flour to make a rue... not a half cup.” you laughed looking at him.

Spencer cleaned his hands with a small rag and looked over at you with a displeased frown.

“I need exact measurements, not... your southern shorthand.” He murmured.

You rolled your eyes and looked at the pot that was supposed to be your rue for the macaroni and cheese. You see the powder in the pot and shake your head.

“Southern shorthand’s about to make the best food you’ve ever eaten.” you told him with a raised brow.

“Grab me a clean one please. This one can go in the sink.” you point over to under the counter.

Spencer easily does that and moves to cutting and peeling potatoes.

“Was that your sister?” he asked.

You hummed in acknowledgement. “Yup.” you said with a pop of the P.

“Isn’t it a good thing she’s here?” he asked tentatively.

You sighed, “I mean,” you leaned back on your heels biting the inside of your cheek. “Yes. It is good. I just...” you turned to face him.

“Spencer, you didn’t see her face. It was like she didn’t recognize him.” you hissed in a whisper.

Spencer paused on peeling the potatoes and gave you a deadpan look. “Because she didn’t. When was the last time she really saw him?”

You paused, “When daddy could still walk on his own... She's only seen him in the chair once.” you sighed heavily.

Spencer moved closer to you and held your arms in reassurance, “She’s in shock. Just, give her some time.” He offered.

You nodded and rolled your sleeves up, “I’m just gonna focus on cooking right now.”

By the time you and Spencer finish everything the parade is over, and your sister has set up the small dining table. You and Spencer slowly bring out the food and your dad rolls himself up to the head of the table.

“What do you want to eat dad?” You asked him after everything was placed on the table.

“Everything, it’s Thanksgiving! I could eat a horse.” he said with a hearty laugh.

You shook your head at your dad but filled his plate. After you set his plate in front of him, everyone else builds a plate for themselves.

“Magpie, you still make homemade cranberry sauce?” Bridget asked, eying the small plate.

You nodded, “Yeah, you never liked the canned stuff.” you replied like it was obvious you’d make it the way she liked.

“I haven’t had Thanksgiving with y’all in years...” Bridget said.

You just shrugged. “It’s not that hard; besides, I’ve gotten so used to making it.”

Bridget bit her tongue. You and her dad hate cranberry sauce. Bridget was the only one who ate it. You don’t have to tell her you made it every year with the hope she’d come.

“Well, it’s the first time I have both my girls here, so let me say grace just this once.” Big Joe said with a smile.

Everyone nodded and closed their eyes.

“Dear lord, thank you for this meal. Thank you for blessin’ me with daughters who care so much. Thank you for providin’ them with such kind folk who care for them like I do. Please bless us today with the kindness and health to go on another year, amen.”

Big Joe smiles at his daughters and motions for them to eat. “C’mon let’s not let this go to waste.”

Their family meal was awkward.

You and Bridget flank the sides of their dad and Spencer and Jamie sit across from each other. The men trying to keep polite conversation while you and Bridget just stare at each other.

“This meals good Magpie, better than mom ever makes.” Bridget complimented.

“Well mom barely ever really cooks. I’m sure she just catered.” You bite back.

Spencer moves his hand to grip yours under the table. You sighed, “Thanks though, I try.”

Bridget turned to her boyfriend giving him a look that said, ‘I told you so.’

Jamie coughs, “So, you run a bookstore?” he asked.

You nod, “Yeah, I co-own it with a friend of mine. Part bookstore part cafe.”

“It’s a great shop, my favorite in town.” Spencer added.

You snorted, “You just say that cause I give you free coffee.”

“Oh, is that where you two meet? That’s romantic, a warm cozy book nook.” Jamie asked leaning forward.

Your and Spencer’s faces both burn deep burgundy colors.

“No no-”

“It’s not like that-”

“We’re not dating-”

“He’s my best friend we’re not-”

You start talking over each other going back and forth. Finally, they both just shut up.

“We’re friends. He’s not my boyfriend.” You finally said, avoiding Spencer’s eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, we just assumed-” Bridget slammed her elbow into her boyfriend's side.

“Sorry.”

It’s an awkward meal.

After everyone eats Spencer and Jamie clean the table, rinsing off the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher. You and Bridget bring the leftovers into the kitchen, placing them on the counter.

“Can we talk?” Bridget asked with a nervous look.

You nod, unsure of what your sister wants to discuss. Bridget coughed looking at the two men, “Alone .”

“Ohhhhhhhhh.” Jamie and Spencer quickly make themselves scarce to leave the sisters alone.

Bridget moves to start packing up the leftover food. A nervous habit she picked up from their mother, she had to do something with her hands. You go to help her, trying to make whatever conversation this turns into less awkward.

“We need to talk about daddy.” Bridget whispered.

“We or you?” You asked with a raised brow.

Bridget sighed and looked at you, “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here.”

“Really? Because as I remember it, I’ve been trying to have a serious conversation with you about this for a while. The last time we discussed this you told me ‘Fuck you.’” you replied with a fake smile.

Bridget sighed and stared holes into the food she was packing into the glass Tupperware.

“I was scared ! No one wants to think about their dad dying!” She tried to say with a strained voice, her movement becoming more aggressive.

You slam your hands on the counter, “And you don’t think I’m scared Bridget?! I’m fucking terrified everyday I’m gonna wake up and find that he didn’t!”

You're breathing heavily, trying to stop the burning you feel at the corners of your eyes, you know yelling isn’t helpful right now, but it feels right.

“You chose to take care of him, he’d be better off with a full-time team! You are such a miserable bitch sometimes!” Bridget yelled right back.

Bridget’s anger has always been fierce and loud. While yours has always been passive. You can’t stand her trying to lecture you right now.

“I’d rather be a miserable bitch than a fucking coward who can’t even look daddy in the eyes.” You bite back.

Bridget throws her hands up, “You know what? Have a great fucking Thanksgiving. I’m not doing this right now.”

You crossed her arms, “Run away, like always.” you murmured under your breath glaring at the floor.

Bridget took a deep breath before turning toward her older sister, “I am trying. It might not be when or how you wanted, but I am trying.”

You didn’t respond expect for a flinch when you heard the front door slam behind her sister.

You stood alone in the kitchen and leaned over the sink.

“Magpie...”

You sigh, your dad’s tone tells you something's weighing on his heart, and you know it’s about Bridget.

You take a deep breath and try not to break into a sob. “Daddy-” your voice shook.

“Don’t hate her, Bridget isn’t like you.” Big Joe tells you, his voice gentle.

You are very aware that the walls are thin, and your dad heard you argue with Bridget., hell, everyone heard your argument with Bridget. That doesn’t make it any less hurtful or true.

“I don’t hate her; I just hate how she ignored you for so long and just-” you paused looking up. “It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Big Joe rolled closer. He was using his soft dad voice, and it was the straw that broke your back.

Your lower lip started to shake, and you could feel the hot tears running down your face.

“All of it! None of it is fair, why... why did you have to be the one who’s sick?” you sobbed.

He grabbed your hands and held them tightly. “Magpie, the world’s not fair. No one made me sick, it just, it happens.”

“You’re my dad... I’m not ready to give you up.” you hiccupped through your tears.

Big Joe moves to stand on his shaky legs, he wraps you in a tight hug. You can feel how much smaller he’s gotten. The muscle deteriorating in his body.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Okay? I’ve been beating the odds, right? I can keep going.” He told you.

He pulled back to brush away your tears, “Don’t be mad at your sister... When I do go, you’ll have each other, you should take care.” he said.

“Bridget’s not cut me out of her life Magpie, she calls me every day when I’m in the doctor’s office.” He reassured you.

Your eyes widen, “She does?” You’re surprised.

Big Joe nods. “We don’t talk about the doctor’s visits or anything, but she calls every day, and we catch up. I know too much about Jamie by the way; he’s a chatty Cathy...”

“I didn’t know that.” you said with a frown.

Your dad shrugged, “I didn’t think it was important. It obviously was, you’ve been holding too much in Magpie.” he said softly.

You looked down a bit embarrassed. “You don’t have to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders... you’ve been doin’ that since you were thirteen. It’s not your job; your job is to live your life.”

You nodded, rubbing your face to dry the tears.

“Why don’t you go out with that nice friend of yours? I’ll be just fine right here.” He said referring to Spencer in the living room.

“Oh god, Spencer.” you sighed covering your face, “I look awful...”

Her dad chuckled, “He won’t mind. Now go on and get.” He grumbled.

You give a soft laugh, “You just want to watch the game in peace.” you said knowingly.

“Hell yeah, I do, you never liked football. I don’t know who raised you.” he joked, wheeling himself into the living room.

You follow behind him and into the living room. Spencer’s pacing circles in front of the couch. He only stops when he hears them come in.

“We’ve been kicked out.” you joked. You grab your coat and your purse, “Dad wants to watch the football game, and I have no interest in that.” you told him seeing Spencer’s confused face.

He nodded and grabbed his own coat, “Happy Thanksgiving Joe.”

Your dad nodded, “That’s Big Joe to you boy.” He teased Spencer.

You rolled your eyes and walked out with Spencer following behind. Outside the front door you felt Spencer gently grab your arm.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

You swallowed hard, “I’ve been better...” you murmured. “but I should probably apologize to Birdie for grilling her like that." You bite your cheek in thought.

Spencer shrugged, “You don’t have too immediately. It takes two to fight.”

You snort, “You’re the best, you know that?” you said moving to wrap your arm around him as they walked.

Spencer easily slides his own arm around your waist, “I’ve been told a time or two.” he responded smugly.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay okay, remind me to not boost your ego again.”

Spencer looked down at you and smiled softly. Your eyes were still rimmed red from crying, but you looked better than when you had come out of the kitchen. Spencer could hear the argument between the two sisters vividly. The walls of the apartment where thin and the animosity between the two women had been brewing all afternoon. They were bound to explode.

He rubs soothing circles into your back. He knows you’ll work it out. You're too bright to be dimmed so easily.

Christmas

Christmas morning was always fun. The past couple of years it’s been hard. It’s just been you and Big Joe, and honestly it just reminded you how lonely you were. Thanksgiving was always awkward, but Christmas has always been fun. Even when your mother was visiting, you still found some joy at Christmas. Now? You just longed for one where it wasn’t just the two of them.

There was going to be a Christmas that would just be you... you weren’t ready for that.

You missed baking cookies, trying to make gingerbread houses with Bridget, and curling in front of the fireplace wrapped in a million blankets watching those 70’s claymation holiday specials. You and Bridget’s giggles filling the living room as you slept in a fort made from couch cushions and sheets.

You missed being a family.

You sighed and turned the oven on, getting ready to make a small turkey for you and Big Joe. You had other food to still prep, and you were ready to just give up and order a pizza.

Halfway through boiling the eggs you heard a loud knock.

“Magpie were you expectin’ that friend of yours?” Her dad shouted.

You wipe your hands off and pokes your head into the living room, “No... I think he went to Vegas to visit his momma.” you said, walking toward the door.

“Surely to god it’s not a solicitor on Christmas?” you asked.

You open the door and see Bridget and Jamie. You stand there a little surprised. You hadn’t talked to her since Thanksgiving when they had a massive blow out argument.

“Y/N! Merry Christmas!” Jamie exclaimed holding what looked to be a pie in his hands. His smile was genuine as it reached his eyes.

“Merry Christmas Jamie...” you said in surprise.

Jamie walked past her but not before making a face at Bridget.

“Merry Christmas Big Joe!” Jamie’s voice carried off into the room.

Bridget’s holding a bag and looks embarrassed to be standing in front of you.

“I brought a peace offering...” Bridget said passing the bag over to you.

You raised your brow in question but opened the bag anyway.

Inside were two gingerbread house kits and a champagne bottle.

“I thought we could, maybe, try to bring back an old tradition...” She murmured looking at you hopefully.

“Birdie-” You started but she cuts you off.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out at Thanksgiving...I just... I’ve been trying so hard to think that daddy was gonna be just fine.” Bridget’s voice cracks.

“I- I can’t picture that the strongest person I know has to be rolled around in a chair, ya know?” she said, her voice watery as she tried to blink back her tears.

“Daddy’s sick Bridget. He’s already lasted longer than most, but...” you took a deep shaky breath of your own. “We only have a little time left with him.” you whispered.

“I know.” Bridget said firmly. “I’m gonna show up.” she promised.

You look down at the gingerbread houses and back at your baby sister. You pulled Birdie into a tight hug.

“Better late than never.” You whispered.

“I missed this.” Bridget said holding onto her sister.

“I missed you Birdie.”

The two sisters walk into the apartment together. You set the bag down under the tree.

“I’m cooking if you want to help?” You asked her.

“Ohhhhhh no. I don’t cook. I’m awful- you want Jamie.” Bridget said pointing to her boyfriend.

Jamie stands and mock salutes you, “Sous chef reporting for duty!”

You rolled your eyes and motions for him to follow you.

While Jamie’s in the kitchen, it makes the task so much faster for you. Faster than even when Spencer helped her. Jamie clearly knew how to cook and obviously made meals for your sister. The two busted out the mashed potatoes and deviled eggs easily. What would have taken you half of the morning and afternoon took you and Jamie just the morning to finish. It was great to have an extra pair of hands that knew what they were doing.

When you put the rolls in the oven to bake, you notice Jamie’s hand fidgeting in his pocket.

Now that you thought of it, his hand was constantly shooting down to check that he still had whatever it was in his pocket.

“If ya got a ring in there for Birdie, I’d suggest being less obvious.” you joked with a light laugh.

Jamie freezes and his face erupts into a bright red shade, “How... how did you know?” He stuttered out.

Your brows shoot up as you whip around to face Jamie. You look between him and the doorway and don’t hear anything to suggest Bridget heard them.

“I was joking!” you hissed out. “You’re serious?”

“Of course I’m serious! I love Bridget.” he whispered to you. “I wanted to propose with her family there, but it was either you guys or Lauren, and Bridget is fighting with her right now.”

“They’re fighting?” You asked in quiet surprise.

Jamie nodded, “Bridget called her after Thanksgiving and I don’t know much, but it was a screaming match over the phone.”

You make a face. “Sounds like mom.”

Jamie nodded in agreement.

“Well, let me see it!” you demanded, holding your hand out.

Jamie rolled his eyes but fished out the small box and handed it to you. You excitedly opened the box, and your eyes lit up. You passed the small velvet box back to Jamie.

“I think she’ll love it.” you said with a genuine smile. “So, are you proposing today?”

He nodded. Your face beams. “I’m so excited for you guys. Truly.”

“Just gotta find the right time.” He said holding the box tightly.

“There’s never a perfect time... just maybe do it before me and Birdie start building gingerbread houses.” You suggested.

“Why?” Jamie tilted his head in confusion.

“Because she brought champagne and we’re light weights.” you patted Jamie’s arm.

“Go on in the living room, I’ll finish up and get ready to serve soon.” You offered.

Jamie nodded and smiled, “You’re a good sister.”

You shrugged, “Not really, but appreciate the sentiment.” you teased.

Dinner goes wonderfully. Much better than Thanksgiving. You serve everyone their food and the conversations are lively and exciting.

“Your momma called me,” Big Joe said turning to Bridget.

Bridget freezes, like she used to as a kid who was caught, and she looks up at her dad.

“What about?” she asked.

Her dad gave her a pointed look, “You’re fightin’?”

Bridget rolled her eyes. “I got into it with her, it doesn’t matter.”

“She said you were fightin’ about me.” She sighed and looked at her dad.

“Well, what she neglected to tell you daddy, was she was trying to tell me how to take care of you. As if she knows anything more than Magpie does.” Bridget said stabbing her turkey aggressively.

Their dad nodded, “She did not tell me that part.”

“Sounds like Lauren...” You murmured shoving potatoes into your mouth.

Bridget gives you a pointed look, “Please, I don’t want to argue over mom right now.”

You put your hands up in surrender. “I won’t. My lips are sealed.”

After dinner they transferred to the living room and finally do a gift exchange. There weren’t a lot of presents, just a handful for each other. Plus, the gifts you made for your friends.

You already got your gift from Bridget, but you gave her a present. It was homemade cookies that were Bridget’s favorite as a kid. You got Josie to bake them for her.

“This is my apology for Thanksgiving...I shouldn’t have cornered you.” You said softly.

You smiled at your sister and Bridget went to wrap you in a hug.

Bridget and you both had a few presents from your dad, all of which were cute and sentimental.

Finally, Jamie gets ready to give Bridget his present. He hands Bridget her gift and it’s a beautiful print of the night sky and stars the day they met. While Bridget’s too busy looking at the print and getting teary eyes, Jamie drops to his knee.

He doesn’t even get the words out before Bridget immediately breaks into a sob.

Jamie gives a soft laugh, “Bridget Daniels, will you marry me?”

Bridget nods aggressively and throws herself at Jamie. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. “I had a whole speech prepared but then you started crying.” He chuckled into her neck.

“You know I’m a crier!” she blubbered, fat tears rolling down her face.

Jamie just laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

You were filming the whole time on your phone the second Jamie gave Bridget her first gift.

“Congratulations!”

“Well, what a good excuse to pop open the champagne you brought!” You teased pulling the bottle from the gift bag.

Bridget gasped, “Oh yes! Grab it!”

A few hours later you are three glasses deep in champagne and are trying to delicately place gumdrops strategically on the roof of your gingerbread house.

Bridget’s also three glasses in and keeps giggling as she looks down at her hand.

“Biiiiiiiiiirdie!” You drawl out looking over at your sister and her half-built house.

“Stop gigglin’ about your mushy love life and build! I don’t want to win because you half assed it!” You pout, sending a playful glare at your sister.

Bridget stuck her tongue out at you, “Magpie don’t be ugly. I’m two sheets to the wind and you know it!” Bridget said her accent seeping out of every syllable.

You just laughed loudly, snorting, “We’re both two sheets to the wind!”

The two are rolling on the floor filled with giggles. Jamie is sitting on the couch next to Big Joe in his chair just smiling at his fiancé.

“I haven’t seen them this giddy since they were only up to my knee.” Big Joe said with a gruff chortle.

“I told her to just apologize... Bridget’s so stubborn. She won’t ever admit that she looks up to her sister, but she spends a lot of time talking about her. Especially after that bank robbery she was in...”

Big Joe nodded; a scowl crosses his face at the memory of the bank robbery. “That was the worst day of my life.”

Big Joe turned to look at Jamie, “Did you know that boy from Thanksgiving is an FBI agent? He saved her.”

Jamie’s eyes grow big as saucers. “What?”

Big Joe nodded, “He saved my baby girl. I’ll always remember that.”

Jamie grows quiet thinking it over, “...and they aren’t dating?”

“Nope.”

You and Bridget are back to working on the gingerbread houses, with deadly focus as they build. Your hands are shaking as you pipe icing for decoration on your house. Bridget is holding her breath as she places small colored candy pieces as fake lights.

“Are you decorating the yard?” You asked her. You're looking at the cardboard base with laser focus.

“I want to make a snow man, so yes.” Bridget replied.

You sighed. “Fine I guess I’ll do something...” you pause biting your cheek in thought.

You ruffled through the bag of candy and came across the Sour Patch Kids. You gasp in excitement and start putting the small child shaped gummies all over the base.

Bridget looked over and pouted, “Hey! Those were for us to eat not decorate!” she whined.

You rolled your eyes, “Birdie don’t get your panties in a twist- here I only grabbed three!” you said, handing over the bag to your sister.

Bridget frowned, “Liar you used like, ten.” She said flipping you off.

“I’ll eat them! It’s my share.” You exclaimed with a sigh.

Bridget shoved the candy in her mouth, “You better, these are expensive.” She mumbled with her mouth full.

Before you can respond there’s a knock on the door. You bolt up and go to answer. Still tipsy you wobbled a bit before standing straight. You open the door, and your eyes widen as you see Spencer on the doorstep.

Your face is flushed from the champagne, and you’ve thrown a garland around yourself like a scarf, you looked a little ridiculous. Not to mention the remains of broken candy and frosting on you.

“Merry Christmas.” He said, Spencer’s eyes slowly roam your form, and an amused smile formed on his face.

You tried to wipe off whatever remains of the gingerbread house were on you, “Merry Christmas Spencer. I didn’t know you were coming by?” you said flustered.

Spencer shrugged, “I couldn’t make it out to see my mom this year, I’m not staying long though.” He said turning to pull something from his satchel.

You stand in the doorway wringing your hands and tilt your head in curiosity.

“Here!” he exclaimed, finding what he was looking for, he handed over a small, wrapped gift to you.

You gently grabbed the present from him, “I have yours inside- I can go grab it real quick.” you offered.

Spencer shakes his head, “No it’s okay. Open yours first.”

You can see how eager he is, so you do as he requested. You gently peel the wrapping paper off and it’s a jewelry box. You opened it and gasped seeing inside.

“Oh wow... Spencer...” you whispered, the breath knocked out of you as you looked at the gift.

It could be the champagne, or it could be that you are quick to cry, but your eyes well up with tears brimming and ready to fall.

“You don’t like it-” He whispered as he moved to grab the box.

You pull back away from him. You cradled your gift close, “No, Spencer this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever got me.” your voice cracked as you looked up at him, your tears falling.

You tried to wipe them away, “Sorry-” you hiccupped, “I’m a little drunk.”

Spencer just smiled at you.

“God, now your present sucks in comparison.” you murmured looking at the beautiful necklace he gave you.

Spencer snorts, “It’s not a contest.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the necklace, turning your back to him.

“Will you help me put it on?” you asked quietly.

Spencer comes up behind you and his hands gently grab the silver chain. His hands are warm in comparison to the cold metal touching your skin. His touch is feather light as he focuses on clipping your necklace. His breath tickles the nape of your neck, and it sends a shiver through your body.

“Sorry, it’s been out in the cold.” Spencer said, thinking your full body shiver was from the metal.

You don’t reply, not trusting yourself. He fumbles for a moment, but the necklace is on. A beautiful magpie feather pendant rests against your collarbone.

You turned back to him and tilted your head. “How... where did you even get this?” you asked holding the pendant in your hand.

“It’s a long story, but I've been looking for a magpie present for a while.” You looked down at the ground with a shy smile.

“I mean, that’s what your family calls you right? Magpie.” He whispered.

You smiled, “It’s special...for me and Birdie.” she murmured quietly.

“I thought so.” He replied softly, “I finally saw that in a store a while ago and it just, it made sense to me.” He said softly.

You looked up at him and gave a tiny smile, “Thank you Spencer, this was really sweet.” you pushed up on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Wait right here, let me grab your gift.” you told him.

You don’t see how red Spencer’s face is.

You quickly rush inside and grab Spencer’s gift from under the tree. Bridget and Jamie are nowhere to be found but you can hear idle chatter in the kitchen.

“Magpie,” You turned to see your dad looking at you expectantly.

You tilted your head, “What is it daddy?”

“That boy, the one at my front door,” He started.

Spencer. Big Joe was talking about Spencer. You bite your lip. There’s too much alcohol in you right now to have whatever conversation this is. Not to mention Spencer’s probably freezing.

“Spencer?” You asked for clarification.

“Yes! Him... Magpie, are you in love with him?” He asked.

You almost choke. You start coughing and look at your dad with wide eyes.

“Where did that come from?!” you exclaimed.

“Now, I ain’t stupid. I might be sick, but I got perfectly working eyes.” he said with a frown.

You sputter for a second, “What makes you think that? He’s my best friend.” you cross your arms defensively.

“Y/N.” Big Joe said sternly, giving his daughter a firm look. “I’ve seen how you look at that boy.”

“Daddy,” you sighed. “I don’t have time to date- I have the store and you-”

“Don’t use me as an excuse to not live your life, Magpie.” he said softly. Her dad reached out to hold your hand.

You took a shaky breath, “Daddy- I can’t, I have to go give him this present. I can’t do this right now.”

“I’ve seen how he looks at you, friends don’t look at each other like you two do.”

You go silent and bite your lip. You look down at the gift in your hands, “I think I do... but I don’t know if I’m ready.” you whispered.

Big Joe motions for you to bend down, opening his arms for a hug. You set Spencer’s gift over to the side and wrap your arms around your dad.

“If you’re gonna fall in love with anyone, I’m glad it’s him.” He whispered as he hugged you tight.

You pulled back and gave a sniffle, trying not to cry anymore.

“I have to go, he’s probably freezing.” you told your dad, grabbing Spencer’s gift before walking back outside.

You quickly rushed back to the door, Spencer still standing there, hands in his pockets.

“Sorry, dad stopped me.” you said, handing him a box.

Spencer nodded and gently opened the box. He pulled out a small diorama that was the size of a book. It was Sherlock Holmes apartment.

“It’s for your bookshelf. It’s like a little decoration. I thought Sherlock would be perfect.” you said softly.

“This is perfect, thank you.” He whispered looking at the details.

“There are a few loose items that are still in the box. Once you set it up it’ll look great.” you added.

Spencer put his gift back in the box and looked at you with a warm fondness that took your breath away for a moment. You’re still tipsy and feel warm all over and he’s looking at you with those big hazel doe eyes that have mesmerized you.

“Stop looking at me like that...” you murmured, your hand playing with the magpie charm on your neck.

Spencer chuckled, “Like what?” he tilted his head.

You frowned, “Like, I don’t know, your big puppy eyes... like I’m doing something special.”

Spencer tilted his head and stepped closer, “You are special.”

Your face heats up in a flush, “Merry Christmas.” He pulled you into a quick hug before turning to leave.

“Merry Christmas...” you murmured watching him leave.

You lean against the door when you come back inside and cover your face.

You heard murmured whispers from the living room and giggles.

“He’s cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute.” Bridget’s voice drifts toward you in a high-pitched tone.

“What are you? Twelve?!” You groaned walking back into the living room.

“Mmmmm maybe?” Bridget said with a giggle and threw her arms around you.

You rolled your eyes and tried to stop the flush from creeping down your body.