Merry Christmas
Rated: (T)een
Notes: Nero and Kyrie are married, Parental Dante and mentions of Nero being Vergil's son.
Garland, mistletoe, lights and of course the heavily decorated tree. This is our second year doing this, without the orders harsh religious rulings Nero and Kyrie discovered the holiday called Christmas. Kyrie being the innocent bright eyed girl immediately wanted to try it. Nero agreed to it, unable to deny his wife.
I was at my desk watching the whole scene play out. Kyrie was enjoying candy canes and other treats as she watched Lady and Trish play with little Naria (Nar-Re- Uh).
The three month old smiled as Trish and Lady babied and entertained her with funny faces. She was in a little red dress with green trim with a red headband and bow in her soft white hair. Every time she laughed her bright blue eyes would sparkle with joy.
I smiled and turned my gaze to Nero and Oren. Oren had just turned two and was practically a clone of his Father. Oren of course had white hair, pale skin and blue eyes just like Nero. Not to mention the attitude and smart mouth. I was told he had thrown a fit due to not wanting to wear his nice jeans and red sweater.
Him and his Father added the last of the tree decorations before he turned and smiled at me. He ran over and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my seat and over to the tree.
"Papaw, look! I made it cool!" He yelled happily as he bounced up and down.
I looked closely at the tree and noticed he had used strings to hang his action figures and hot wheels cars onto the trees limbs.
"You sure did." I laughed as I picked him up, hugging him tightly in my arms.
He smiled and I was once again reminded that I was wrapped around the kid's little fingers.
A ding sounded from the kitchen and alerted us that it was time to eat.
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After we had all eaten our dinner we sat in the living room, relaxing on the couches and just enjoying each other's company. Nero was half spread out on the couch, Oren lying on his chest asleep with his little hands clutched onto his Father's shirt. Naria was tucked safely in Nero's arms, Oren even had his free arm over his baby sister, the thirty pound boy probably thinking he could protect her from anything.
Nero looked over at Kyrie and noticed her admiring the scene. He smiled before mouthing the words 'I love you'.
As I sit here and watch their little family I can't help but feel pride in Nero and I know that if Vergil was here he would as well.
Done!
