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Summary: This is just a short little fic on the last scene of "The Best Chrismukkah Ever" episode in Ryan's point of view.
You look at the red stocking in your hand. Your name is written on the side in big white letters. You've never had a Christmas (or Chrismukkah to humor Seth) stocking before. You look over it once again before meeting Seth's eyes.
"I already put the hook up just in case," he smiles as he points toward the fireplace.
"Thanks," you manage to mumble, wondering if he even heard you. You walk up to the empty wire hook, as you place it next to Seth's stocking, you can feel the three Cohen's eyes on you.
Kirsten, Sandy, and Seth.
So this is what it feels like to have a family, you speculate as you walk towards them.
You look at them and all you can think is: Mom, Dad, Brother.
Family
Summary: This is just a short little fic on the last scene of "The Best Chrismukkah Ever" episode in Ryan's point of view.
You look at the red stocking in your hand. Your name is written on the side in big white letters. You've never had a Christmas (or Chrismukkah to humor Seth) stocking before. You look over it once again before meeting Seth's eyes.
"I already put the hook up just in case," he smiles as he points toward the fireplace.
"Thanks," you manage to mumble, wondering if he even heard you. You walk up to the empty wire hook, as you place it next to Seth's stocking, you can feel the three Cohen's eyes on you.
Kirsten, Sandy, and Seth.
So this is what it feels like to have a family, you speculate as you walk towards them.
You look at them and all you can think is: Mom, Dad, Brother.
Family