Snowflakes slowly fell to the ground on this chilly Christmas night. Inside the bed and breakfast, presents had been given and everyone was off enjoying them. Claudia and Pete were in his room, playing that brand new game Myka had given them. Artie was playing piano in the corner of the living room while Leena was cleaning the kitchen. Helena was somewhere, in her room perhaps.
Myka was cuddled up on the couch, reading a book. Fire burned quietly in the fireplace, a cozy warmth waving from it. Caught up in the story, and the fact this was Pete's gift she was reading, she never heard the silent footsteps coming her way.
It was only when she felt soft lips on her cheek that she understood. The kiss didn't last long, but she knew whom they belonged to. Myka turned her head, a smile crawling on her lips, to take a good look at Helena. She was holding out her hand above their heads. Mistletoe.
"Merry Christmas, darling." Helena said with a soft smile, before walking away the same way she had appeared.
Myka smiled. This was the one moment she needed for this Christmas night to be perfect.