kids thanksgiving

when eric bittle is 8 years old his aunt judy marries a Northeasterner named jacob birkholtz and suddenly he’s not the weirdest cousin anymore, it’s this gangly 12 year old named adam who Did Not Want to move to georgia and now they’re stuck in the same town together

  • yeah, aunt judy is holster’s step mom 
    • this is random but holster’s dad is a pilot and aunt judy is a flight attendant and they have like the cutest dating stories ever
      • their first date was in paris (at the charles de gaulle airport which is actually hell but they tell people it was at a little cafe and don’t mention it happened to be in in terminal 3)
  • so holster and his dad move down to georgia and it’s Awkward because everyone is welcoming but distant because they’re so clearly Different (northern accents, don’t know the family history, Jewish, really don’t care that much about jam [but they learn. oh, do they learn]).
  • suzanne is like so heckin jazzed to have her sister back in the same city so she and judy get together all the time and holster and bitty are forced to hang
    • bitty thinks holster is snarky and obnoxious and holster thinks bitty is too peppy and weird and they’re sitting at the kids table together at thanksgiving and holster is grumpily shoving mashed potatoes in his mouth and bitty can’t believe he’s not even putting GRAVY on them like WHAT is WRONG WITH HIM 
      • meanwhile holster’s just trying to figure out why everyone keeps saying “bless your pea-pickin heart” 
    • coach and holster form a football-based bond where they just sit on the couch next to each other and mumble stats back and forth while they watch the game
      • bitty is jealous because it’s not fair that this stranger relates to his dad better than he does but holster is jealous because bitty’s dad is home every night while his dad is off flying around the world
        • do they bond over their daddy issues?? you fuckin bet
  • holster joins a hockey team and he sees the tail end of bitty’s training with katya because there’s like one ice rink in their town and he’s like so impressed that his tiny strange cousin does ice magic
    • holster becomes peak Team Bitty. he begs to be taught jumps and ice skating moves, he starts doing the mixes for bitty’s routines, they go skating together and race even though bitty always wins 
    • bitty starts doing drills with holster and that’s how he initially gets into hockey
      • he uses holster’s old gear and stick and stuff and it’s all way too big but so so so cute
      • like, tiny baby bitty with his loud cousin watching hockey for the first time and holster’s actually like patiently taking the time to explain everything because bitty is so impressed by the game
  • holster refers to them a brousins (bruh - sinz, brother cousins)
    • they’re the bittle-birkholtz-brousins there’s a lot of alliteration ok 
  • they’re both outsiders in their family and they end up spending half their family gatherings eating a secret pie bitty stashed, listening to one of holster’s playlists on his first generation ipod, gossiping about their entire town
    • bitty is one of the few people holster likes
    • holster is one of the few people who like bitty
  • BITTY AT HOLSTER’S BAR MITZVAH 

i have a billion more ideas for this verse so if you’re interested i’ll keep going with Bittle-Birkholtz-Brousins Part 2: puberty and beyond

I Like You

“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

Written for the prompt: Imagine your OTP eating pie underneath the dining room table, as Thanksgiving family madness happens around them. (1.2k)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans, and happy random Thursday to everyone else!

[AO3]

“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

“What are you doing?” Cas asked, frowning in confusion.

“Just come on,” Dean said, waving for Cas to join him.

Cas glanced around. No one was paying him any attention. “I have another piece for you,” Dean added, and that was the final motivation Cas needed. He slid down his seat until he was seated next to Dean and grabbing the other plate.

“Why are you under the table?” Cas asked again curiously.

“Because,” Dean said. “There are too many people up there. And Aunt Missouri won’t stop asking me how school’s going. Why does she even care?”

“Oh,” Cas said, taking a bite of the pie. Dean’s mom had made it the previous afternoon, and it tasted as amazing as it always did. “So how long are you planning to sit down here?” he asked in between mouthfuls.

“As long as necessary,” Dean said, dead serious, and Cas noticed, not for the first time, the complete stubbornness in his green eyes.

“I’ll stay, too,” Cas decided, spreading his legs out in front of him and leaning against one of the table legs.

A few years earlier, the Winchesters and Novaks (next-door neighbors and close family friends) had decided to host Thanksgiving dinner together, and they’d done it every year since. All of their family and some close friends would gather in the Winchester’s dining room (and living room because they had so many people) to eat and be together, and it was one of Cas’ favorite days of the year.

“Did you bring your turkey home?” he asked Dean as he ate his last bite of pie. Their third-grade class had made turkeys out of construction paper during craft time earlier that week and Cas personally thought that Dean’s was the best. He’d told him as much when Dean had finished, and he remembered how Dean had flushed with pride.

“Yes, it’s on the fridge,” Dean said happily. “Mom said it was beautiful and wanted to be able to see it all the time.”

Cas smiled too. “Mine’s in my bedroom at my desk. I had to make sure Gabe wouldn’t steal it. He’s mean sometimes.”

“Yeah, he is,” Dean agreed. They peered out from under the table, observing what their families were doing. On the other side of the room, Dean’s parents John and Mary were looking at the pictures on the wall and making comments about them. Cas’ mother Naomi was not far away, having a discussion with a friend of hers from work, Linda Tran, as Linda’s son Kevin stood not far away. They could see Gabriel chasing Dean’s younger brother Sam around, Sam laughing hysterically, and in the corner by the TV Uncle Bobby was talking to Ellen Harvelle, both of them completely absorbed in their conversation.

“I think they like each other,” Cas said, eyes pausing on Uncle Bobby and Ellen.

Dean followed his gaze. “Me too,” he said. “I think Uncle Bobby’s gonna ask her out and then they’ll kiss. That’s what grownups do when they like each other.”

“What do kids do when they like each other?” Cas asked curiously, and Dean shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Share toys? Draw each other pictures? Maybe they kiss too.”

“Really?” Cas asked, and Dean nodded. Cas pondered that for a moment before leaning forward to peck Dean on the lips in an innocent kiss. “I like you, Dean,” Cas said, and Dean grinned.

“I like you too.”


Fifteen years later, Dean and Cas (now twenty-three) sat on the couch snuggled up together after a full Thanksgiving meal. Most of their family had gone home by now and their parents were cleaning up while Sam and Gabriel had gone outside to talk, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the living room.

“How many years have we been doing this?” Dean asked, fingers tracing light patterns on Cas’ arm.

“You mean this?” Cas quipped, referring to their current position.

Dean laughed. “No, having Thanksgiving dinner here,” he said. “It’s gotta be eighteen years at least…”

“Something like that,” Cas agreed. “Why?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing, I was just thinkin’ how we sat under the table that one year to eat our pie. Remember? And we watched what everyone else was doing ‘til they left and we fell asleep.”

Cas smiled. “How could I forget? And your mom had to carry us up to your bedroom so we didn’t spend the whole night on the floor.”

“She did, didn’t she,” Dean said with a chuckle. “I wonder if we can still fit…” Dean mused as he stared at the table, and it was Cas’ turn to laugh.

“We were quite a bit smaller then,” he teased.

That didn’t stop Dean from standing and reaching out his hand, an unmistakably mischievous twinkle in his eye. “C’mere,” he said, and Cas recalled eight-year old Dean saying the same thing. He hadn’t been able to resist then, and he wasn’t able to now either.

Dean got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the table, careful not to bump his head as he sat up and Cas followed him.

“Hi,” Dean said softly.

“Hi,” Cas answered with a smile.

Dean glanced around. “Wish we had some pie.”

“Yeah, it’s not quite the same without,” Cas replied, nudging Dean’s shoulder.

“I know what would make it better,” Dean said slyly.

Cas humored him. “And what would that be, Dean?”

Dean shifted so he was kneeling in front of Cas and pulled out a little black box from his jacket pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful gold band. “Marry me?” he asked simply, and Cas sat in shock for a second before he came to his senses, rising up to grasp Dean’s face in his hands and pull it to his, kissing him breathless. “Yes, yes!” he whispered. “God, yes!”

Dean smiled against his mouth, and murmured, “Good.” They broke apart so Dean could slide the smooth gold band onto Cas’ finger and then Dean pulled him in for another kiss. When they separated again, Cas laughed.

“This is where we had our first kiss,” he said. “Is that how you planned it?”

Dean nodded bashfully. “I, uh, wanted to make it special.”

“Well, you made the perfect choice,” Cas said with a smile.

That night, as they cuddled up together in Dean’s old bed for the first time as an engaged couple, they watched the stars out the window, something they had always done during sleepovers at Dean’s house. Just before they drifted off to sleep, Dean uttered three familiar words and Cas replied as he knew how.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

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I've got a soft spot for Steve recovering pieces of his past. Imagine some great grand cousins on the Rogers side contacting Steve, showing him pictures of his father, to see if that's really who they think it is?

Tony had told him not to go, because it’s the twenty-first century, Cap.  Anyone can seem like they’re honest.  It’s a scam. Don’t go.

Steve had gone.  

(Natasha had handed him a manila folder without a word and Steve hadn’t needed it, was going to go anyway, because he’d known the man was honest, he didn’t need Natasha’s background-check-ancestry.com-spy-skills to prove it.)   

They met in a café, small and out of the way.  The man was reserved, with an average build, but he had a wry quirk to his mouth, the same square to his jaw.  

His name was Joseph (call me Joe) and they muscled through stilted small talk for several minutes before Joe caved (Steve never said he was always the brave one).

“I brought –I thought you might like to see these.  It’s why I tried to contact you in the first place.” Joe produced an envelope with a handful of black and white pictures in them, edges worn but lovingly kept.  “I think we’re…” Joe paused.  “…cousins.” 

Steve sifted through them carefully: a man in a military uniform with a serious set to his mouth, sporting the jaw that Steve and Joe seemed to have inherited; the same man and a woman smiling, the man in his uniform and a slight woman –a slight –Steve’s mother- in a white dress.   

“That – that’s my mother.”  Steve set the third picture down carefully. “Where did you get these?”

The ghost of a smile was hovering on Joe’s lips.  “My mother.  Her grandmother had a brother that died young, in the First World War.  I didn’t think much of it until I saw-“

“-The Smithsonian.”

“Yeah.” Joe smiled.  “I just thought,” he motioned to his face, “there’s some similarities and what they had on your family, it wasn’t much, but it looked like the woman in the wedding pictures.”  He shrugged. “I thought it’d be worth a shot.” 

Steve smiled.  “I’m glad you did.  I didn’t realize I had any family.  It was always Ma and me, and then…just me.”

Something shifted in Joe’s face that Steve recognized as what Sam called his Stubborn Ass Resolve face.  

“Look, I know you probably have plans or invitations, but my wife and I host Thanksgiving every year.  We always have room for more family.”

Steve sipped his coffee in an effort to distract from the itch in his eyes and be sure his voice would hold. 

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’d like that.”

* Seize that meddling canine!

This was originally supposed to be some sort of seasonal bonus art, but we decided it looked more like the cover of some zany manga.

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HiHi! same anon who asked you about Yakkai hehe (how did you know my true intentions? jk!) Just to cut you some slack I did try googling it myself before asking again but all I got were results for knb character songs(?) and a bollywood film(???) Frankly, I really do want to know because I've heard the term used in passing. Particularly from reports about the 2nd live Kobe leg. I heard about people doing it in KoiAqua?? To the point where someone got strangled in the Korean LV?? Is it that bad??

Hey there! Not gonna lie, I’m still lowkey pouting in the corner because you did that, but I’m glad to see that you’re genuinely curious. Thanks for trying your best! (☞ >ω・)☞

I have no idea what schools are teaching y’all these days, but research doesn’t mean typing a single word into Google! Also, if you’re gonna look up a Japanese term, you’re not gonna get the right results if you type the word in English without any additional parameters. Here are three methods you should try using when Googling a Japanese term you don’t know:

1. Write it in Japanese, i.e. “やっかい”. The first Google result is in Japanese, but let’s assume that we’re not so good at reading Japanese (since if we were, we’d probably be able to figure out the meaning of “yakkai” pretty quickly), and skip over this one. The second result gives you a Wiktionary link, which is in English and perfect for our purposes. It defines the word 厄介 (yakkai) as “troublesome” or a “burden”. This is literally what “yakkai” means, but for the purposes of idol fan culture, we’ll be adding a bit more meaning to this.

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Lucretia loves the Boys and she loved Barry and Lup, but they are goofers and she is an old soul. Lucretia “that’s what my jokes sound like” of the IPRE was the very serious, quiet nerd in the background, and she was surrounded by the a bunch of jocks, drama kids, and other assorted weirdos. Some part of the Boys oddness is probably a result of them dying a few dozen times (I stand by my assertion that they have mild spiritual brain damage after all those resurrections) but they were never quiet people. They’re such extroverts it hurts. Lucretia grew to love them in time, yes, but for a long time back at Ye Olde Fantasy NASA she was just overwhelmed because they were MANIACS and she was going to be spending multiple months on ship with them

My poor girl. 

“Time to rescue Lucretia from her peers before Lup lights something on fire again” was Davenport’s secondary job for most of their training. The twins and Magnus could be overwhelming. Barry and Merle just sort of went with it, because they were chill people, but sometimes (a lot of the time) Lucretia needed a break. She was allowed to sit at the senior officer’s table whenever she wanted because the junior officer’s table was in a perpetual state of chaos and everyone recognized that she would snap otherwise She was the quiet twenty year old who played bridge with all the old engineers, while Magnus and Lup were out back trying to figure out if you could break the sound barrier with nothing but mentos and pepsi and a lot of transmutation magic. She was that one kid at Thanksgiving who was allowed to sit at the grownups table because at the kids table Taako was turning people’s food into paprika. She ate lunch in the library for weeks until Davenport came and rescued her. The first time she came to poker night Barry held a seance and Lup ate a live earthworm and she nearly resigned from the mission. 

Then, time passed, they lost everything else, and suddenly she found she loved them. Magnus was so loving and brave, and Lup was a genius and Taako had more cunning than anyone else she knew and Barry tried so hard. Even Merle, the awfullest grandpa, was kind and smart and had the strangest way of looking at things. They still did some dumb things though. 

Tripping Over the Blue Line (19/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.


Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Have some emotion. All the emotion. Pie-based emotion. As always, I can’t thank you guys enough for every click, comment, message and general flail. It’s the absolute best. Always, always, always thankful for @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan
Also living on Ao3, FF.net & tag’ed up on Tumblr


Thanksgiving might have been her least favorite holiday.

Or maybe Christmas.

Her birthday?

Did her birthday count as a holiday?

It didn’t matter. Emma hated all of them. She hated the memories that lingered with each and every one of them, the waiting and the hoping and the wanting that came every holiday, the idea of a family to share it with or remember to buy her a birthday present, hanging in front of her like some sort of universe-based tease.

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GRAVITY FALLS POST-ENDING HEADCANONS

- Dipper and Wendy swap hats every year

- Soos and Melody eventually have twins that live in Dipper and Mabel’s old room

- McGucket makes the old Northwest mansion into a mecha because he can…and because Soos hooked him on anime

- Ford and Stan visit the kids for Thanksgiving, which is why you see Mabel making Ford a turkey hand in the credits

- Bill is still kicking around somewhere in Stan’s subconscious, but it’s gonna take him a while to pull himself back together, much less be in a position to do any damage

- Since Soos moved into the Shack, Stan and Ford end up rooming with McGucket whenever they go back to Gravity Falls. Some of the weird creatures end up living in there too. It’s a big mansion.

- Stan still has occasional memory gaps, but he remembers the important stuff - anything to do with his family

- Stan pretended not to remember Ford just to annoy him. Ford is annoyed but hugs him anyway.

- Gideon starts sending his thugs after any bullies, not just ones who pick on him.

- Dipper and Mabel’s parents are understandably annoyed about the pig, but they leave it alone when they realize how much the kids have matured over the past few months. 

- (they are in fact, kind of worried about how much the kids have changed over the summer)

- Bill’s statue is still out in the woods. No one wants to go near it.

- …Except Dipper, who came across it the next summer and hangs out there sometimes when he wants to be alone and needs something to complain at that can’t interrupt him.

- (and if Bill ever meets Dipper again he’s going to have a lot to say about his petty human problems)

- Everyone involved in the circle eventually gets a tattoo of their symbol. They can’t exactly explain why, they just end up doing it on their own.

- Gravity Falls’ location? It’s in your heart.

after

On the way back Will doesn’t speak to them.

When he found out they were turning around he just started yelling. Told them they were giving up, that Matt was out there somewhere and they just needed to keep going.

His mom had given him a sharp look. “When you say that, Will. Do you know?”

They stared at each other, unblinking. Will considered lying. He knew that was all it would take. If he said that he knew — that he’d sensed it, that he’d had a dream — his parents would keep looking. They’d always trusted his instincts.

Then he remembered that couple in the car, a few days ago. He remembered what they looked like, what his dad didn’t want him to see. And he couldn’t lie. Couldn’t bring that same fate down on all of them — but his anger wasn’t spent yet, not even close, and so he’d rounded on his father and shot off the one piece of ammunition he had left.

“What if it was her?” His voice was barely audible, barely a hiss; he’d meant to yell but found that he couldn’t raise his voice on the words.

His dad recoiled anyway. That topic was forbidden, always; Will knew hardly anything about his dad’s sister except that she’d been lost and never found. And he knew that his dad still blamed himself.

“Don’t,” his mom said, and it was as cold as she had ever sounded.

Will didn’t care. “Why not? It’s the same thing. It’s the same thing.”

By the time the last few words were out of his mouth he was almost crying, not from sadness but from anger, and sheer, impossible helplessness. “He’s alone,” Will said. His voice dropped and the other question slipped out, the one he’d probably meant to ask all along. “What if it was me?”

His dad had turned away, leaning against the truck. His mom just looked at him. She said, “But it’s not you.” Will thought it was the most profane thing he had ever heard.

And he got in the car.

Now he’s silent, because no other form of protest is available to him. He remembers when they were little kids, at Thanksgiving and Christmas, sharing a room. Their parents told them lights out meant no talking, either, so they exchanged notes in the darkness. Will probably still has them somewhere, in one of the boxes he hasn’t unpacked since they left the District four years ago. It was mostly one-upping each other’s fart jokes. Sometimes complaining about Matt’s little sister, or their parents, or school. Nothing serious, nothing important. For years now they’ve done the same thing over text. Matt has probably sent him ten thousand poop emojis. And complaints, and confessions.

Nothing important.

Matt, alone.

Will exhales onto the car window and writes I’m sorry in the fog, then watches the words fade. And then he does it again.

I’m just gonna throw this out there, but why not make thanksgiving cool?? Maybe like a combo of Halloween and Christmas, where people just give things?? It could be candy to kids, it could be donating to the homeless shelter, it could be chilling w old ppl in nursing homes to keep them company, and at the end of the day we’d all get together and fucking party. It also calls for wearing fall shit, like cute sweaters. Idk?? But like thanksgiving is fucking lame, and ppl are like ‘give thanks to god!! Oh and don’t forget football!!!:))’ like no thanks Debra.

adding on to stepbrothers lee and sasuke au: lee sasuke naruto and neji sitting at the kids table during thanksgiving because lee and naruto got them kicked out of the adults table for trying to see who can finish their plate faster except kakashi and gai dont have a kids table so instead they get set up with some pillows as chairs and the coffee table and kakashi gives them kiddie utensils bc hr thinks its funny

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New video! It’s pumpkin season, so I made 3 different pumpkin flavored treats to celebrate!

SQW Day 3 - So Happy [Grandmothers]

My entry for day 3 of the Swan Queen Week, prompt “Grandmothers”. Usual disclaimer applies. Thanks for reading!


It’s snowing hard when Henry tells them they’re going to be grandmothers. Emma and Regina are so happy to have him and his wife Sophie home for lunch; they don’t see them as often as they’d wish, even with them having just moved back to Storybrooke after living in Boston for nearly a decade. Sarah and Alice, Emma and Regina’s twelve-year-old twins, are overexcited to have their brother all to themselves for the day, even if they see him pretty much every day at school, where Henry teaches high school English.

From the minute Henry and Sophie step into the house on that cold winter Sunday, Regina can feel something is different. She observes the young couple throughout lunch and can’t quite pinpoint what it is, but she knows something’s up with her son. She mentions it to Emma as they’re in the kitchen to plate the dessert. Emma shrugs it off, saying it’s probably nothing and Regina is being her usual overbearing self, but Regina doesn’t believe her. They bring dessert – Regina’s apple pie, Henry’s favorite – to the table, walking in on Sarah telling a joke and the rest of the table bursting into laughter. Even Sophie, who is usually so quiet, laughs along. For some reason she can’t quite figure out, Regina looks at Sophie a while longer than she usually does: she studies her friendly smile and is reminded of how sweet her son’s wife has always been and how easily she’d fit into the family, despite her initial shyness. Regina is truly happy that Henry found someone so perfect for him, and even though she had initial reservations about any girl marrying her little boy, she now has to admit they make an extremely well-fitted pair.

Regina snaps out of her thoughts by Henry clearing his throat.

“So, now that we’re all together, Sophie and I have something we’d like to tell you…”

Anxiety settles into Regina’s stomach and she can’t help but grab Emma’s hand under the table. Then Sophie gives Henry a bright smile and her eyes well up a bit, and Regina starts to slowly imagine what can be going on.

“We’re having a baby!” Henry exclaims joyfully. There’s a short stunned silence, and then everyone jumps up from their seats. Sarah and Alice are squealing and high fiving before rushing to envelope Sophie into a hug and bombard her with questions, while Emma yells “Yes!” and fist pumps in the air, exactly as she does when her football team scores. She goes to hug her son and congratulate the couple, smiling so widely Regina is afraid her face might tear in two. Regina, however, can barely stand up from her chair. She’s gone completely numb and can’t articulate a single thought. She should have known this was coming; she should have seen the reason why the young couple decided to move back here to be “closer to family”. Her little boy is going to be a dad. Regina’s not too sure if she’s overwhelmed with happiness or if she wants to cry.

But then, all of a sudden, she realizes Henry has taken a step towards her and is reaching out to take her hand. He looks worried, and seeing the apprehension in her baby’s eyes melts her heart completely. She doesn’t take the hand he’s holding out and hugs him with all her strength instead.

“Congratulations, my little prince. I’m just so happy.”

 — 

It’s the warmest day of summer when Sophie goes into labor. Regina’s cell phone rings just as she was about to put a load of laundry in the washer, and she drops everything the moment she hears Henry’s voice on the phone. She can feel his apprehension, and she’s already grabbed her purse and rounded up Emma and their daughters by the time she promises Henry she’ll be at the hospital as soon as possible.

The drive to the hospital is longer than Regina remembers it. Even when she’d gone as she was the one in labor, it hadn’t felt that far. She doesn’t give Emma a chance to park the car before getting out and running to the nurses’ desk. She needs to see her son; she needs to hold him and tell him everything is going to be alright and he’ll make an amazing dad. She catches sight of him as she walks into the maternity ward. He’s pacing back and forth, nervously twisting his fingers, and for a split second all she sees is her little boy, four or five years old at most, trying to figure out the best way to ask if “please Mommy, can we go to the fair right now? I know we said tomorrow, but please Mommy I really need to go now!”.

She practically runs to him and engulfs him in a tight hug, kissing his hair and rubbing his back like when he was little and used to have nightmares. They barely talk, as if his mothers’ mere presence was enough for him to feel safe, and he’s back in the hospital room with his wife before Emma arrives.

It takes hours, but Henry’s daughter is born before midnight that day.

When Henry stumbles out of the room, disheveled but looking happier than ever before. His eyes are still filled with tears – happy tears, he assures them immediately – and he leads them into the room without adding a word.

Sophie is lying there, looking exhausted but unspeakably happy, and she’s holding the baby. Regina can feel her insides twist at the sight, and something in her is screaming that she needs to hold her granddaughter, to see her this very minute. Henry takes her by the hand and gets her closed to the bed, taking his daughter from Sophie to place her into Regina’s arms.

In a second, Regina is in love. She’s completely lost to the little girl in her arms, just as she’s been wholeheartedly lost to Henry so many years ago. The little girl has the same chubby cheeks and the same nose, but she has her mother’s coloring, slightly lighter than Henry’s. Regina can’t see beyond that as her eyes are filled with tears she tries her hardest to blink away.

“Her name’s Evelyn. Evelyn Regina Mills.” Henry sounds so proud to announce his daughter’s name, and Regina can’t fight the tears a second longer. She can’t take her eyes off her precious granddaughter, even as she feels Emma step right behind her and ask her if she’s okay.

“I’m just so happy.”

 — 

It’s early fall when little Evie stays for the first time for a whole week at her grandmothers’. She’s just turned two years old, and she doesn’t even cry when her parents leave. Regina and Emma are over the moon that they get to spoil their granddaughter for an entire week, with no interruptions whatsoever. They’ve taken time off from work and they’ve planned tons of things to do with her and the twins. They spend the week playing hide and seek and baking and going swimming and dancing in the living room and having tea parties and playing dress up and telling stories and laughing so much their stomachs hurt. The weather is amazing and they even teach her to pedal on her little tricycle. The little girl is curious, kind, smart and a real cuddle bug. She inherited Henry’s eyes and his pouty mouth, which makes it impossible for Regina and Emma to deny her anything.

Evie’s stay with them is a time for firsts: it’s her first time sleeping away from home or staying without her parents for so long; it’s also the first time she eats a bear claw – thanks to Emma – and the first time she tries to curtsey when playing princesses – thanks to Regina.

It’s right before bedtime, on the Thursday, when Evie goes through yet another first. Emma’s just finished telling her a story and Regina is tucking her in when Evie put her little hand on her arm.

“What is it, Evie? Is there something wrong?”

The toddler shakes her head. “Nuh-huh. Just… Love you, Nana ‘Gina.”

And with that, the little girl buries her head into her grandmother’s neck. Regina is taken aback for a second until she meets Emma’s amused smile over Evie’s head.

“I love you too, Evie.” She replies in a tear-filled voice. She mentally curses herself for becoming so emotional with time.

“Love you too, Nana Emma.” Evie’s voice is muffled by Regina’s shoulder.

“Love you too, kid.” Emma comes to kiss her granddaughter’s hair.

Evie looks up and immediately notices the tears on Regina’s face.

“Why you crying, Nana ‘Gina? You sad?” She asks, pouting in concern.

“No, darling. I’m just so happy.”

 — 

It’s late spring when Regina and Emma are tasked to look after all their grandchildren while Henry and Sophie are invited to a wedding of a friend of theirs in Boston. Both grandmothers are of course delighted to have their grandkids over, even if it becomes slightly more complicated to look after everyone as they age and the number of grandkids increases. Henry has four kids now, but Sarah and Alice are both due with their first child for around Thanksgiving. Henry’s kids are all beautiful, intelligent and kind, and their grandmothers adore each and every one of them.

The kids have spent most of the afternoon playing soccer in the garden, and they are now all roasting marshmallows in the garden. The kids are all laughing, the youngest covered in melted candy, as they beg their grandmothers to tell them stories about when their dad was little. Emma complies gracefully, always happy to embarrass Henry even indirectly, and Regina sometimes adds to her stories, trying to absorb as much of the ambient happiness as she possibly can. Evie winks at her over the fire, and Regina can feel a wave of warmth enveloping her. The moments spent with her grandchildren fill her with a feeling she could never really describe: it’s joy and happiness, of course, but it’s way more relaxed than when she was with her own children. She’s always loved her children more than anything in her life, but her grandchildren have brought her a peace she never thought she could ever find: for the first time in her life, Regina feels like she truly belongs and she won’t suddenly mess everything up. Her life is the closest to perfect that it could be.

When she and Emma go to tuck each of their grandchildren in, as they always do, Evie hugs her grandmother extra tight.

“Nana ‘Gina?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I had a great day today. Thank you.” Before Regina can answer, she continues. “Did you have fun too?” At only thirteen years old, she understands her grandmother perfectly and she is by far the most empathetic of their grandchildren.

“Of course I had fun. I always have fun with you all. But don’t worry about it, okay? It’s time to sleep now.”

After kissing her granddaughter one last time, Regina walks out of the room with Emma.

“You okay, babe?” Emma asks. After all these years together, she still gets worried if Regina just as much as flinches.

“Of course I am, Emma. I’m just… so happy.”