"Papa, what are you doing?" Marinette giggled as she and Cat sat on the couch. "I'll be back soon," Tom said, whistling as her father went downstairs. "We'll have some hot chocolate as we wait," Sabine said.
Marinette's family was about the have their Christmas Eve dinner, and Marinette couldn't wait for Christmas. This was the first one Cat had spent with them, and she knew it would be special. Then she heard her father coming back in. "What did you bring, Papa?" she asked, when she didn't see anything, and even Cat looked curious. "This!" Tom sang out, pulling a small green plant from his pocket. Marinette gasped as she felt her face heat. "Is that-mistletoe?" she shot a glance at Cat, her cheeks darkening even further. Cat laughed behind his hand. "Well, we could call it Mistle-Meow if it makes you feel better, love."
Marinette groaned and walked into the kitchen, where her mother was. "I know you think its embarrassing to kiss him in front of us, sweetie, but its not a big deal. Really!" Marinette smiled, knowing she was being silly. Her parents loved Cat, and they were glad to see him and their daughter happy.
Sabine took her hand as they walked into the living room. The "Mistle-Meow" was now hanging from the ceiling fan. Marinette stole a look at Cat. His eyes glowed happily and he had such a peaceful look on his face.
No wonder he looks so happy, Marinette thought. This is one of his first Christmas in long time, where he is surrounded by love and family. With that in mind, her shyness dropped away. Cat stepped over taking her hand. "You ready?" She nodded.
Standing underneath the Mistle-Meow Marinette stretched up on tiptoe to meet Cat's lips. She forgot her parents where there as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips soft and pillowy, but with a firmness as well. They stared into each other eyes, bluebell to green. They had through so much together, and Marinette was grateful for every moment together. "One more?" she giggled, and Cat meowed softly with happiness. "Instead of under the light of the moon, Princess, its under the Misle-Meow." "No matter what we call it, I'm glad I found you," Marinette said, touching his cheek.
Cat felt his throat grow tight, this girl was everything to him. Her love was the best medicine, and tonight he got a good dose of it, under the Mistletoe.