More About Christmas - It’s About Balance Holiday One Shot
This isn’t Kansas City – obviously – but that’s coming sooner rather than later. I was struggling with whether or not I’d do Christmas-y things since not everybody celebrates but… I just… I have to. Apologies to those who don’t partake, for whatever reasons. I wish you a joyous holiday, and a stress free season.
It’s for our Teenage Dirtbag, but it can be read as a standalone without a problem.
Oh, yeah. Smut. x
Gemma and Anne are trimming the tree in front of you. It’s a beautiful thing – huge, full, and dripping in ornaments and lights that are casting a soft glow around the darkening room. They’re mumbling to each other as they coordinate where to place what – there’s two Baby’s First Christmas ornaments, a wobbly looking snowman that had been handmade for some Christmas past, and shiny baubles that reflect your worried frown even from your spot on the couch.
“Love, would you like to help?” Anne asks you warmly as she searches for the perfect branch to place her next ornament. She’s got a thick Christmas jumper on that is the opposite of ugly and tasteful snowmen adorn her socks.
“Thank you,” you manage a smile. “That’s alright. I wouldn’t want to interfere – seems like you two have a plan.”
“Not really,” Gemma says as she reaches on her toes. “Whoops!” she exclaims under her breath when she nearly teeters a bit too far to hang her bauble on a prized branch towards the top. “We’re actually better at it when Harry’s here. He’s all chaos for the first part of it until he settles down, so we’re able to organize when we’ve got to beat him back.”
You laugh, but it’s fleeting, his name reminding you of his present absence. You chance a glance down at your screen, but somehow you feel more deflated than before when you find nothing new from him.
“You might as well help, you know,” Gemma says as she picks up another ornament before replacing it in favor of a new one. “Wallowing isn’t going to bring him here faster.”
“Sweetheart,” Anne warns Gemma gently. “We’re all worried and we want him to be here.”
Gemma is silent and you feel hot and uncomfortable. Both she and Anne have been nothing but kind to you since you’d shown up without Harry, a lump in your throat when you told them that he’d gotten delayed in Los Angeles because of the weather in New York and his flight had been pushed out a day. London, too, has been earning a snowfall that they’d previously assumed he’d miss, and the roads to Holmes Chapel had been covered in a thin coating of fluffy flakes on your drive over. So far, you’d heard of no cancellations to Heathrow, but….
“What one can I have?” you ask as you set your phone down and pull your feet from under you to stand. Anne hands you a star ornament and you stand as tall as you can and place it on the highest branch you can reach.
“Funny,” Gemma remarks as she pushes an icicle so it twirls back and forth. “That’s where he puts it, too.”