Disclaimer: I do not own Home Alone.
The next morning, Kevin was feeling in high spirits than he had ever felt during the past few days. Could it have possibly been that it was the morning of Christmas Eve or the fact that he had survived last night scaring those bandits? Perhaps it was a little bit of both for the young eight year old and he was glad that he had seen the last of those two men. He looked over to the other side of the bed and noticed that Becky was in her usual deep sleep. As tempting as it was for Kevin to gently hit his older sister with a pillow to awaken her, he gently reached over and shook her shoulder. "Becky," he whispered and leaned close to her, feeling that her shoulder was warm as he touched it. "Wake up, we have stuff to do."
Becky mumbled in her sleep before she ran a hand over her eyes to rub off the sleep. "What stuff?" was the thing that she asked Kevin as opposed to the regular 'morning' greeting.
"Well, let me think," Kevin said as he rolled his blue eyes over to the ceiling and pretended to think. "First we need to do some grocery shopping because we haven't had any breakfast in days, which reminds me, we need milk, eggs, fabric softener-"
Becky raised herself from the bed and rested on her left elbow as she tiredly looked at Kevin. "Since when did you decide to go grocery shopping?" she asked. All that Becky wanted at this moment was to just continue sleeping. After that whole mannequin fiasco last night, her mind had been very alert during the hours of the night and she feared that those bandits would come back really early in the morning to rob them again. "Plus we don't have any money," she added.
Kevin stood up from the bed and sat down. "I got some money from Buzz's lifesavings," Kevin told her. A part of his head still hurt after he had suffered from that crash on the floors and the wooden shelves falling onto him. "That should be enough to get us some food right?"
"Okay, you did what?" Becky asked as she learned of this fact. She knew that Kevin, and even herself included, were not allowed to step foot in Buzz's room. Being home alone did give Kevin the advantage to freely go in and out of his older brother's room and take whatever it was that he wished. Becky thought whether this would be stealing but would it matter? They were using the money for the house. "I don't even want to know," Becky then added when Kevin was about to say what he had done and why he had done it. Throwing the red bed covers off of her, Becky sighed and got up from the bed and faced her younger brother. "Let's just go and get ready." She walked out of her parent's bedroom and headed over to the bathroom in the hall.
Kevin hopped off the bed and made his way over to the bathroom in his parents' room. He went through his usual morning routine that consisted of taking a hot shower, brushing his teeth, and then pampering himself with his father's shaving creams and lotions, which resulted in him getting another burn on his cheeks.
Having heard her brother's screams, Becky slowly walked into the bathroom and folded her arms across her chest. "Let me guess..."
"Dad's shaving lotion," both siblings said in unison as Becky shook her head and Kevin only stared at her. Kevin knew better than to not use the shaving lotion after the first time, but he was quite the curious child. There would be times when Kevin would even watch his father shave his facial hair and he had always been curious to see how it felt like. "You never learn do you?" Becky's voice suddenly broke Kevin away from his thoughts as he looked at her.
Kevin took the shaving lotion bottle in his hand and twisted on the cap. "It's not like it hurt that much," Kevin answered in his defense even though his cheeks continued to sting. He could feel his muscles flinching as the burn continued to sear his cheeks.
"Mmhmm, sure," Becky hummed out and rolled her eyes at her brother. "Want to go and grab a bite of breakfast before we do some shopping?"
"Yeah," Kevin answered and his eye lit up at that, "I'm starving."
"Then hurry along and dress up and I'll meet you downstairs," Becky said as she gave her brother a gentle push out of the bathroom. "I'll take you to that pancake place again."
A smile made it's way to Kevin's lips. He had his mind on that Christmas special meal ever since they were supposed to go there yesterday. He only hoped that they had enough money to pay for it.
There was nothing worse than having the rays of the sun streak through the windows of the bedroom and into Harry Lime's eyes. The thief groaned when he opened his eyes, almost blinded by the illuminating light that was making it's way into the bedroom. To Harry, this wake up call was worse than an alarm clock, not to mention when he was having a remarkable dream of successful stealing every single item from that house. He propped himself from the bed and leaned against the headboard of the bed, lost a bit in his thoughts. Harry's mind had been on that house ever since yesterday and he just couldn't believe that neither he nor Marv were able to execute their plan. He had heard that woman correctly, they said that they would be leaving for Paris in the morning. So, why didn't they?
An exasperated sigh escaped his lips and that caused Amy, who was lying right beside him, to stir awake. The woman's eyes suddenly fluttered open as her eyes looked up and over to Harry. "You're awake," she said with a smile before stretching slightly enough. "Good morning to you too," she said and propped herself against the headboard and leaned against Harry.
"Morning," the thief answered to her in return. Moments like this of having his wife leaning next to him were nice, but having so many thoughts in his head, Harry just couldn't enjoy it.
Amy rose an eyebrow as she lifted her head from his shoulder and looked over at him. "Aww, did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" Amy asked as she leaned close to him and placed an arm around his shoulders. Harry wasn't usually an affectionate man, but he had those rare times when he showed it. To Amy, those were one of the many mornings that she cherished...and missed. Due to Harry's current mood, Amy felt that it was going to be one of those unaffectionate morning.
"Just woke up with too many things in mind," Harry answered, hoping that she wouldn't prod on with questions about what those 'things' were. The last thing that he wanted to tell his wife was his current occupation with Marv. The thief didn't know what Amy might even think about that, but he knew that she would be disappointed and enraged. "Don't bother askin'," he suddenly interrupted Amy when she was about to open her mouth to ask.
Clamping her lips shut, Amy didn't move away from Harry but just let out a sigh. "You're not supposed to let 'things' on your mind ruin Christmas Eve for us," she mumbled under her breath, which had been loud enough for Harry to hear.
The bandit frowned at her words. "Well excuse me for not liking Christmas so much," he said and turned his eyes over to Amy who suddenly moved away from him.
"What's your problem with Christmas anyway?" Amy wanted to know as she looked at him. "You've never been like this during the past ones."
Many people in Chicago saw Christmas as a very important holiday. A holiday where they would get together with their families, have dinner, and distribute Christmas presents to one another. Harry didn't have any of those. The only people that he considered to be his family was his wife, of course, and Marv. For dinner, they didn't have a lot to afford for such a big dinner and the presents...Harry couldn't believe how materialistic people had been evolving throughout the past couple of years. Not to mention that Amy was also falling into that equation. "I have my reasons," he suddenly replied.
"Which are?" Amy asked and raised an eyebrow at him.
For the love of... Harry mentally face palmed. He could feel that this conversation was going nowhere with his wife and he didn't want to voice his opinions in fear of upsetting her even more. "That's for me to know and you to find out," he answered, before he could stop himself. Then again, Harry was not one to hold his tongue when it came to arguments.
Amy rolled her eyes. "I have no time for guessing games Harry," she stated with an unenthusiastic look in her eyes. Throwing off her covers, Amy got up from the bed and walked over to the other room where she shut the door.
"Women," Harry muttered as he watched his wife disappear into the next room before he decided to get up himself. Knowing Amy, she would probably forget about the whole conversation and ask him to buy her a present. Not that he was going to do it. Buying a present was the last thing on his mind, even if it was for his wife. For now, him and Marv had bigger fish to fry and that fish was the Silver Tuna. Making his way into the kitchen, Harry decided to make a fresh cup of coffee hoping that the caffeine would put his mind at ease as well as awaken him from the sleep that continued to linger upon his eyes.
As the coffee was being made, the door of the guest room swung open and Marv walked into the kitchen. He let out a loud yawn that caused Harry to shake his head in exasperation. "Mornin' Harry," the taller bandit greeted his friend with a rather cheerful smile upon his lips, "how'd you sleep?" he asked before plopping onto an dark brown wooden ordinary chair that was by the table. Marv suddenly sniffed as the warm aroma of the caffeine diffused into the kitchen. "Making coffee? I wanna cup!" he said as he stood from his chair and went over to grab a mug.
Harry took the liberty in pouring a cup for himself before Marv had his chance to do the same. "I've been thinkin' about that house Marv," Harry said before taking a sip of the hot coffee.
"The Silver Tuna?" Marv asked and turned his full attention on Harry.
Harry was not in the mood to answer Marv with a sarcastic remark. "Yes Marv, that house," the shorter bandit replied and tried his best not to let his nerves get the better of him. "I wanna try going there again. Somethin' just doesn't feel right about that house you know?"
"I guess so," Marv answered, "you said that they were gone to Paris and next thing you know, the whole house was jumping last night."
"With that annoying Christmas music," Harry scoffed. He still couldn't get the lyrics of Rocking Around the Christmas Tree out of his head from last night.
"I kind of like that music actually," Marv said with a slight smile upon his lips, "rocking' around the Christmas tree," he began to sing.
"Oh no," Harry said as he shut his eyes and moved away from Marv the moment that he began to sing.
"Have a happy holiday!" Amy's voice suddenly came into the kitchen as she walked over fully dressed in gray sweatpants and a white sweater. "At least another one of us is in the Christmas sprit," she said as she gently nudged Marv's arm with her elbow and smirked. "A Merry Christmas Eve to my two favorite fellas," she said as she got herself in the middle between Harry and Marv and hung both of her arms around their necks.
"Oh so now Marv is your favorite fella?" Harry asked with a rather teasing tone in his voice, which took Amy by surprise. It was rare that Harry would use that sort of tone with her but at least his mood had slightly lightened.
"Always is and always will be," Amy teased him back before giving Marv a friendly kiss on the cheek.
"Oh shucks," Marv responded to the kiss with a rather silly smile upon his lips.
"Hey!" Harry responded when he saw Amy, which caused his wife to only smirk at his words. Before the bandit knew it, he felt his wife's lips against his own as she kissed him in return. It wasn't a kiss that was quick but one that was both deep and passionate and something that Harry didn't want to be displayed in Marv's eyes. One of the reasons to that was Harry wanted to keep everything between him and Amy private but even that was no possible, not after the fact that Marv was residing them and Amy freely expressed her desire for Harry.
The moment that Amy pulled away from him, a smile was upon her lips and she looked at him. "No need to get that mistletoe now."
Harry was silent and all he could do was just stare at Amy. No matter how many times Harry had told her to keep her feelings to the side while he was working with Marv, she just didn't seem to listen to his words. "I guess not Amy," Harry replied with a sigh, "now if you'll excuse us, me and Marv have some business that we have to attend to."
Marv look at his half empty coffee mug in his hands and frowned. "I haven't finished my coffee yet."
"You can take it with you," Amy suggested, "the faster you finish, the faster you can come home and we'll have ourselves a merry little Christmas."
A merry little Christmas filled with lots of money Harry wanted to add upon Amy's words but he decided not to voice his thoughts about it. The quicker and he and Marv stole from the house, the quicker they could come back home and think of their next heist. It would just be difficult to keep as a secret from Amy but Harry had his ways of persuading her to go along with their plan without her even thinking that it was a heist. "Let's go Marv," the bandit suddenly said and made his way over to the door.
Amy followed after Harry and took out his gray long coat, green scarf, black hat, and gloves. Wrapping himself in the layers of clothing, Harry finished by wrapping the scarf around his neck. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long and cold day and he needed enough layers of clothing to keep himself warm. Marv had been ready the moment that he awoke as he wrapped his jacket tightly around his shoulders.
"Hurry back now you two," Amy said as she walked both men out the door. "Christmas Eve is not enjoyable if there is just one of us."