A little fiery haired lavender eye boy sits in the middle of the floor waiting for his father's return. The shining lights of the Christmas tree catching his eyes, memorizing him. His father went to America for business and promised he would be home before he opened his presents Christmas day. Right now, the little boy was restraining himself from diving into the sea of colorful wrapped boxes, giving his father more time.
"Master Johnny, why don't you start unwrapping your presents. I'm sure your father won't mind you starting without him." The boy sighs but listens to his butler and reluctantly takes a present out from under the tree, opening it.
Something about this Christmas seemed different, and any stranger that walked into the house could tell it. The house that was once full of life during this time of year was now cold and somewhat unwelcoming. It was the first Christmas without the Mrs. Earlier in the year she had died of illness. Now everything seemed dead in comparison to what it once was, including the 7 year old boy she left behind.
After opening a few presents one of the double doors of the room opens. "Hey kiddo, did you start without me?" The boy instantly shoots up and runs into the awaiting arms of his lavender eye brown haired father. "I got something for you while I was in America." The little boy pulls out of his father's embrace and stares into the lavender eyes that matched his perfectly.
"What is it?" the child asks enthusiastically.
"Guess." His father answers holding in laughter.
"Hmmm... is it a toy?!" The little boy asks.
"Nope." a grin was slowly making its way on the man's lips. "It's something you always wanted." He gives his son a hit to what the mystery present could be.
"A DOG!?" The little boy's eyes grow wide with excitement, while the butlers and maids sweat drop.
"Nope." His father laughs at his child's energy. The little boy instantly crosses his arms and begins to pout.
"I don't know then!" He exclaims with all his might.
The man laughs a little more before going to the door and stepping outside. A minute later he comes back into the room. He sidesteps to reveal a girl which appears to be near four with skin pale as snow, dark blue eyes that held fear, curiosity, and wonderment, and straight hair as black as coal. "I got you a little sibling." His father tells his son, pushing the little girl forward lightly.
The maids and butlers mouths drop and eyes widen wide as plates, but the little boy just stares at the girl that barley reached his chest. "I don't want her, take her back."
The adult's faces drop at his words, but the little girl stands tall and scrunches up her face. "Ya know, you ain't gotta be such a meany! Who do ya think ya are anyways mister!"
Before anyone can move the little girl leaps onto the boy and they both began rolling on the ground, trying their best to hit each other. The girl stops the rolling once she sits on his chest. Having a clear shot she pulls back her arm and pops the boy right on the nose. She gracefully stands and turns to the boy, daring him to do anything.
The red haired boy's hand quickly goes to his nose. Pulling it back he sees little droplets of red on his fingers. Looking up at the girl the frown that was on his face turns into a smile. "You're tough, I like you. You can stay." A smile forms on the girl's mouth as she helps the boy up.
"Lucus, remember those certain presents I told you to put up." The boy's father asks his most trusted butler.
"Yes Sir. Would you like for me to fetch them?" The brown haired man gives him a nod and the butler quickly exits the room. Coming back few minutes later with a cloth bag filled to the brim with wrapped boxes. He carefully pours all the presents out of the bag and slightly away from the tree.
The girl's eyes grew big as she points to the big pile of gifts. "Are all of those for me?" She asks, not believing someone would buy her all that stuff.
"Yep." The father answers her, smiling at the little girl's expression.
Both kids sit down eagerly and start unwrapping their gifts. "Oh!" The girl exclaims, turning to the boy. "My names Jasmine!" Her happy voice rings as she sticks her hand out.
"Johnny!" The little boy answers back, grasping the girl's smaller hand and shaking it.
While the kids admire and continue to rip open the boxes of their new found toys Lucus turns towards his master. "Another child sir?" He questions.
"Yeah. He was always yelling about how he wanted a little sibling, so I decided to adopt a little girl while in America."
Looking back at the children Lucus sees how great they were getting along, bringing a smile to his face. "Smart idea mister McGregor." He says without taking his eyes off his little masters.
"Thank you Lucus." says before walking up to his kids and sitting down beside them. Having them show him all there new stuff they received.
The house was now slowly starting to brighten up. The rooms that seemed dark and depressing were changing and the fire seemed to grow a little more. In the mist of all the Christmas commotion Johnny examines his new little sister and smiles. ' I know mother would love her and want me to be nice to her; so that's what I'm going to do. If you can hear me mom, I promise I'll protect Jasmine.' With that he goes back to talking with his father and his newly beloved baby sister.