Challenge entry for WWDD: The Druitt Diehards.
Prompt: Small Voices.
It was Christmas Eve, and all three of John and Helen Druitt's children were tucked into their beds. Of course, it took a while to convince them that they couldn't stay up to make sure Santa ate the milk and cookies.
Once the couple finished wrapping presents, and labeling a few of them 'From: Santa' they sat in silence for a few minutes before John spoke.
"You know, this is much more peaceful than our first Christmas together."
"That is the understatement of the century. Or, of our lives, rather." Helen smiled.
"I'm surprised you let Nikola live. You were casting dark looks at him all night. What was it he did again?"
"I had every right to, he was insufferable. He was being immature, and behaving worse than a child."
"He hasn't changed since we met him, has he?" John smirked.
"Not one bit. I can't imagine him acting like a mature adult. The thought itself is quite frightening."
"Indeed. Do you remember how beautiful that one woman was? She was breathtaking."
"No I don't. Do tell me." Helen said teasingly.
"Oh, what was her name? Hannah? Harriet? Heather? Oh. That must've been it. Heather. Yes." John grinned at his wife and leaned in to kiss her softly.
Helen opened her eyes and pulled away slightly when she heard small voices saying "EW!" and sounds of displeasure. She turned slightly to see her three children's facing poking in from the hall.
She laughed and kissed her husband again for good measure, effectively sending her children running down the hallways shrieking.
A/N: I really hope this is good enough, Sars...I put it together rather quickly, and it isn't very long. SORRY! But I figured since I had time I would go ahead and post it.
Also, CD - I love your piece. It was 'proper decent...writing?' Lol.