Note: So I'm basing the following on the movie: Man of Steel (2013); just a fair warning. Also, since we actually don't know (I have yet to find from a reliable source) from which of all the movies and series Supergirl (TV 2015) is part of, I took plenty of liberties here. Okay, enough of this, on with the story!
Christmas Fun
Christmas Wish
"Hey there!" Kara greeted as Cat placed her glasses on her face and began combing her hair; Carter was too busy running towards his friend to notice, and once he arrived Kara had no traces of her hero persona. "Oof! Careful there; I think we have a prime candidate for football!
"That was quite the tackle buddy." She teased, ruffling his hair in a slow motion.
The older woman leaned against a counter, watching their interactions fondly before ruining it. She also kept a hand close to the massive hickey; she was going to have a talk with her lover about that. Cat Grant was many things, but she refused to be branded like livestock. She was the Queen of All Media: she branded, she wasn't marked.
"I was afraid you would have left!" Carter said, as though that explained everything.
"Should I feel hurt?" Cat inquired from her place, placing her free hand over her heart. "I'm starting to feel unimportant to you, Carter, it pains me."
"Mom." He went to her and took her in a warm embrace, holding her tight. Kara couldn't tell if her heart truly felt disappointed, or if it was just for show. "Wait, where did Kara sleep? How come you both smell the same?"
"I —"
"Carter, for this kind of conversation, we always sit," she reminded her son, rubbing his back and pushing him on, before turning to look at her assistant and gave her a small smile. "Kara isn't part of our deal.
"And before we start, we need breakfast." She told them.
Cat prepared some toasts, scrambled eggs and bacon, and orange and apple juice. Kara kept the boy distracted and breakfast was a merry affair; the older woman smiled fondly at the thought of that becoming the norm. As soon as they were done, and mother and son cleaned the dishes, did she finally relent.
"Okay, let's go talk Carter," she gave him the last dish to dry, thankful that the horrible bruise was on the other side, so her son had yet to see it.
He said nothing as he guided them to the living room, the younger woman still followed them, although it would be accurate to say she followed Cat like a puppy would. They sat down in the living room, Cat in the couch while Carter took the main seat. Watching with intrigue, Kara opted for seating in the arm of the couch. It was silent for a few moments.
"Carter and I, we have a deal; at least once a week, either of us can chose to ask the other questions and no matter what, always answer the truth," she began, explaining for the benefit of keeping her relation honest; if she gave it more thought, she would have realized she usually explained things to Kara. "This means that no matter how hard, I cannot overreact to his answers, or him to mine. Once we step away, he can give me the silent treatment, pout, or be excited."
"It also means I get grounded, have her clinging to me in worry, or praise me without reserve," Carter added, then turned fully towards his mother. "Okay, did you guys sleep together?"
"Yes."
"So are you like, dating?"
Cat opened her mouth her mouth to answer but quickly shut it when Kara stood and extended her hand. "Miss Grant, Cat, I would love for us to start dating and for you to be my girlfriend, if you would have me."
Her eyes softened somewhat, then rolled and shaking her head, she took the younger woman's hand, getting so lost in the moment she failed to notice she had revealed the bruising hickey.
"What part of 'I can't function normally without you' did you misunderstood?"
"Making it official is still mandatory, right?" The statement made Cat roll her eyes again and huff, eyes warm. "I mean, I want to be able to call you that in public —"
Carter gasped. "That's fine and all but, mom, since when do you like love bites?" The boy inquired, gaping. "Dad said that was something you wouldn't tolerate from him!"
He seemed to realize something, and his eyes went wide. "Wait, did you guys already had sex?"
Kara blushed at that. And to think I lost count in the shower, she thought to herself, sighing in resignation. The question did make her look at her lover as she took a seat besides the woman, making her wonder just how much honesty the pact held.
"Yes." At the answer, it was Kara's turn to gape. Well, at least her girlfriend (it was amazing to use the term and she was now grinning) didn't go into details, but then again the questions had straight answers. Ha, straight answers.
"Mom, that's great! I'm so glad you found someone!" The boy said, honest happiness oozing from him; he took her hand. "Really, not surprised it's someone from work! Even if you have to socialize to get work done, that isn't socializing enough for someone like you."
Cat blushed a bit then, smiling softly at her son before turning to her lover and smirking at the confused expression. "I'm a demi-sexual, Kara."
"Oh!" The smirk widened.
"Do you know what that means?" The answer was a shake of the head.
"When my mom tried to explain to me why she didn't 'date' or had casual company from time to time, we began these weekly sessions," Carter confessed; he had been seven, had gone with his best friend at the time to his father's house. His parents were divorced as well, and the man had another divorce on the way and a new "friend" to keep him company. Even his former friend's mother had a thing with the pool boy, and when everyone began to tease him about the fact that his mother didn't have anyone, he had asked. It was also what prompted his withdrawn nature, but his mother didn't have to know that. "Being a demi-sexual means that she doesn't crave physical intimacy, unless she knows the other person and has an emotional bond previously established.
"That means that it's a huge step! And not surprising, given that you're her assistant."
"Oh, she isn't my assistant," Cat remarked with a scoff, ignoring Carter's guarded eying of her and Kara's terrified expression. "My assistant is an incompetent, bumbling fool who is soon to be fired. Karla, right?"
"Cat!" Kara pouted at the blatant misspelling.
"Right, it's Kira," she teased, making the younger woman laugh and easily scooped her onto the alien's lap. "Hey, no manhandling me, not even dating allows for this."
"Oh, I love you," the younger woman sighed, thinking nothing of those three little words. "I hope you realize I'm serious about this, as I'm sure you are, if I grasp the concept of demi-sexuality."
"Good," Carter stated, standing as though he had no more questions. "Because Kara, I might like you, but my mom comes first. Don't break her heart."
"Carter, you're being unreasonable!" Cat began, frowning, not wishing to strain her budding relation. "It's a fact that Kara is younger, and is means she might leave should someone else come along!"
"Mom!" The boy's exasperated reply with the usual vowel extended, was the last thing Kara heard.
Find someone else? Was Cat serious? If her girlfriend didn't believe in theirs, did they stand a chance? She had met so many people, both male and female, though she was definitely pre-disposed towards feminine individuals. The one exception had been James, chance she took with the hope of being, finally, normal by human standards. If she was being truly honest with herself, it was also to distract her, as much as possible, from the increased affinity she had with the woman on her lap. She had all the right ideas, turning into a stuttering, mumbling mess when confronted with Cat and her imposing, permanently self-assured self.
She felt herself shutting down, as had happened after her cousin had saved her from Krull. Only that now, she was in a space deep within her own mind, a place she could tell she had been, and left without memories of being there. Once inside the room, she turned around and gasped.
"Mother!" She cried, running up to the figure and hugging it close. Only, it didn't feel like her mother but she knew it wasn't Astra. "Mom?"
"Kara Zor-El," it spoke with her mother's voice. "Please, do not be frightened. Alura's physical and biological structure felt safer to use."
"What's going on?" She began taking steps back, tensing, afraid of a trap.
"The Codex felt Krypton dying," the figure spoke, extending a hand and allowing for sitting arrangements to appear and motioned for them to sit. "The Codex felt that it was its fault; why were the genes it distributed not being used accordingly? Everything was optimum for the child's growth, the death of the planet should have been stalled or prevented altogether.
"Then, Jor-El and Zor-El began questioning its function," the illusion of her mother nodded in approval once she had selected her seat, a nice couch, among the many offered, but 'Alura' kept pacing and speaking as the rest of the choices vanished. "And they were right. It did nothing but force the child into a predetermined path, without allowing them to make a choice. Choices, was what made kryptonians kryptonians, more than intellect did, though one cannot make a choice without the intellect to apply the knowledge gathered.
"As soon as the Codex arrived to this conclusion, both decided they wanted a child; Jor-El and Lara went the natural way but Alura, Alura decided to give the Codex one last chance while also attempting towards a child of her own with Zor-El." The mirage sighed. "Perhaps it was due to the fact that she had a lesser chance of conceiving that forced her hand, we'll never know."
"So, was I engineered to be a warrior?" Kara was at a loss, but the being before her shook its head.
"No, Kara Zor-El of the House of El," the reply made her straighten her back. "The Codex simply chose to shower you with all the attributes and possible genes to enable you to chose and carve your own path.
"But, you were the Codex's chance at redemption, a way to ensure that Krypton doesn't fully die and to correct its mistake, so to speak." The being was now besides her, being maternal and feeling strangely like her mom. "I am not your mother, but I was shaped to her image."
After much thought and pause, Kara decided to break the silence. "What are you?"
"The Codex is, for lack of better words, an artificial intelligence only capable of designating the stored data, without erasing the information itself, into different kryptonians to be born." She was stared by those eyes, and she finally understood why it looked like her mother; it was her mother's genetic code within her that was used for her own creation. So she was artificially combined by her mother's egg and her father's sperm, showered with attributes and genes to allow for her own environment to help her become the best her, and grown in an artificial womb. Her head began pounding; clearly, the revelation made her feel inadequate with her intellectual attributes. "I am merely a program given to you in order to aid you in the transition to a new world, and the possibility of allowing more kryptonians to be born."
It was surprising to learn that Jor-El and Lara took thirteen years before being capable of conceiving, and that her own mother and father had been unable. Making a decision, Kara allowed for her mind to go blissfully blank, and that was when the last words spoken by the thing in front of her, sank in.
"Wait, what!?" She had just barely understood how she had been born, and now she was being told that she was some kind of fail-safe mechanism against the destruction of her own planet?! "Kal-El, my cousin, is the one who had the Codex integrated within his genetic sequence, not me!"
"Indeed. I am not part of the Codex, and what you contain of it isn't even a fraction of what it is," as if knowing she would need the comfort, the program squeezed her shoulder, eyes concerned. "What you do have that you cousin does not, is the ability to give birth, or sire, another kryptonian."
She stared, dumbfounded. "I think you might have to explain that in depth."
"I was programmed into every child that was born after you, you being the first," how was that meant to help? "And only you, made it out alive.
"Physically and biologically, humans are close to kryptonians in many different aspect. Assuming the world was only populated by male individuals, you would be unable to properly blend in, but able to carry out the task of not letting your race die." That wasn't a pretty picture; she grimaced at the implications. "Of course, nothing would compel you to it, and it was a possibility, just like landing in a planet with more than a single male-female binary, or landing in an entirely female populated planet.
"Since such were the odds, there had to be a way for you to still help keep the line of your ancestors alive." She froze at the prospect of being capable of literally growing a pair. "That possibility shall be explained later, after you understand that a kryptonian has only one mate."
"Wait, how do I know when I find mine then?" Another horrifying thought appeared and she gasped. "What if I don't want that person to be my mate?! What if I already found the one person whom I want to be —"
"Kara," the tender tone and look made her question if standing before her really wasn't her mother, who was now drying her tears as her lower lip wobbled. "That, is how you know your mate."
She broke down at that, crying her heart out and holding her mother close, needing the comfort of not being rejected and actually being supported on the rather shocking news. "This, however, can only be possible, if the one you're mated with returns your feelings fully, and takes the sacred vows with you.
"But you're already bound to her. It's within kryptonian nature to look for someone with a similar level of intelligence and experiences; everyone your age here would have never been enough." A kiss to the temple. "Unconsciously, you picked the one with qualities you desired, which turns out are mainly feminine traits here."
She knew, had lived in Krypton long enough to realize that the only roles were of a profession, not within a union. It wasn't that she wanted a woman because she thought of herself as a man; such concepts had always been baffling for her, and had simply taken them at value.
"The binary coding within the Codex states every kryptonian is but bisexual," the following was a fading whisper, "don't allow the terrestrial tinged glasses to cloud your mind further . . . ."
"Kara!" Cat was sitting astride on her, worried sick and drying her cheeks while they both continued crying. "Kara, are you alright?"
"Cat," she breathed in relief and took the other woman into a warm and sweet embrace, and they both held each other as though they had been apart for all eternity and had just managed to find each other. "Cat, there can never be anyone else, only you."
Carter had quietly slipped back to his room, off to chose a game to play. Settlers of Catan would be a good choice, if he didn't know that it wasn't the kind of game Kara would enjoy; same with Monopoly, which was the uncool version of SoC. There were Chutes, Ropes and Ladders, Parcheesi, and a classic Metropolis game, Superman's Pantomimes; guessing which were Man of Steel's accomplishments the other players pantomimed. When he noticed that the two women needed more time, he simply grinned and donned his headphones.
"What do you mean?" Cat doubted there would be anyone else but Kara. The way she had her walls built prevented anyone else from overcoming them, and even the fact that her assistant had managed that much was surprising by its own lonesome self. "Kara, you're young —"
"I'm from Krypton my love," she began explaining, "my people can only have one mate, their soulmate."
"Really?" She was doubtful. "Has your cousin heard about this?"
"Maybe he hasn't found his yet," was the cautious reply, making the older woman smirk; Kara was learning, "or, perhaps, as you had reminded me, it's because I'm a girl."
"Hmmmm, so you can be taught." The tease earned a laugh.
Carter took that moment to peek and see if they were over whatever had been bothering them, and was greeted by a tender kiss that made him blush. It wasn't so much as his mother being physically affectionate, but more that it felt as though he was intruding in their moment. He blushed again, wondering if he would ever find someone and if they would be as in love as his mother and, new mom, were. He could only hope.
"I also have an ability my cousin does not posses," Kara decided to be honest, although she didn't feel like explaining about the Codex; she wouldn't know where to begin explaining that one. "It's something I cannot do alone, and only with my mate."
"And what would that be?" She asked back, shaking her head with a light smile.
"Ummmmm . . . ." She blushed, trying to figure out how to explain, then decided to go the easy way out. "Let's just say Carter wouldn't be an only child, and any other siblings would be girls.
"Of the kryptonian variety," she added quickly, figuring it would be the easiest way to explain, "and once again, my ability, not my cousin's . . . ."
Cat understood what Kara meant, but she still had to let it sink. A daughter, super daughter, that she would most likely give birth to. Did she want that? Considering that this would be, most likely, a fully kryptonian daughter, wouldn't it be dangerous for her human body? It wouldn't be fair for her son either, who would be powerless in regards to his possible sister. Then, there would be all the media attention; she would sink her teeth into that news if it was someone else, faster than a shark scenting blood.
Meanwhile, Kara felt herself being consciously taken back into that room, and wondered if perhaps she was in trouble. Which was an absurd thought, seeing as the projection of her subconscious wasn't her mother.
"Why am I here?"
"I thought you had some questions," the answer was hesitant, then again, it wouldn't be surprising if the mirage could actually read her thoughts. Except, her expressions weren't that hard to read either. "Ah, it seems you haven't realize somethings yet.
"Allow me to explain a few. Your mate, once the vows are taken, may not age further, maybe, and your powers will be naturally block as to not hurt her. She must be hundred percent certain of wishing to go through with the child. Also, the child would be hundred percent kryptonian, but their powers would be held until they face either danger, or an specific date."
A deep, mind-blowing kiss that left her moaning forced her back, but it was clearly the excitement regarding the news. Control of the powers would be wise, seeing as she's human and the developing life could possibly harm her — but Kara didn't care about that, not when she had to regain control, else risk scarring Carter and probably giving up her secret. Kara, these urges to be constantly with her won't stop until you've made her yours, meaning both of you have taken the vows.
"Stop, stop my heart," she requested after forcefully pushing Cat from her; she had to make her will of steel to be able to do just that. "Else we'll have a repeat performance of the bathroom in the living room, and your son may catch us."
"You're right." The older woman groaned and fell on Kara's sternum with a thump, earning a laugh.
"Oh, good!" Carter was attracted to the sound and noticed that they were finally back to normal. He clearly couldn't tell the air was charged with sexual tension. "I picked some games for us to play!"
"Carter, aren't you going to check your gifts?" Cat inquired, arching a brow as she turned to face her, leaving her head in the comforting collarbone.
"Right, I want to see if Santa left me some gifts here or back at my place," Kara added, beaming smile in place.
"What are you talking about?" The boy asked, not really looking at the two women as he laid down the games. "I already got my Christmas Wish!"
He finally faced them, smiling, then frowned at the lack of response.
"And which Christmas Wish was that?" His mother asked, unamused.
"For your happiness mom," he replied in a 'duh' kind of tone, "and for Kara to spend more time here.
"Had no idea Santa would take the easy route of two birds - one stone but, I'm not complaining," he gave them his sweetest smile, "I actually kinda like it."
Kara laughed again, holding the stunned woman on her lap close. She loved them, both of them, and couldn't even force herself to a grudge, since her mate had already been with someone else. In fact, if she ever met the boy's father, she would likely hug him (kissing would be too far) and thank him. After all, without him, there would be no Carter, and who knew how Cat would be without the boy in her life. She didn't want to figure that out, either.
"Next year though, a sister!" At their stunned looks, he laughed. "Oh come on! An adopted baby sister would be nice."
"Well, I was adopted myself so," Kara whispered to the woman, "he does present a valid point."
Kara was glad the D.E.O. didn't get any alien alerts. Her sister texted; she knew the news would be better delivered in person and face to face so, she texted a standard answer. A few times she could hear sirens but, she then focused on the neighboring sounds and found that NCPD had things under control. As the sky darkened, she began to turn anxious, her movements a bit bolder despite the boy's presence. Lunch consisted of pizza and a movie, which led to a movie marathon, followed by more games and reheated leftover pizza.
The alien groaned softly, nuzzling behind her mate's ear and only sighing in relief as she delicately cupped a breast.
"Kara!" The hiss earned a whimper.
"Sorry my soul," she whined, "until I feel you're absolutely mine, I'll be unable to keep my hands away."
"Yours?" Cat frowned. "I am my own person Kara —"
"Absolutely," but the answer was given honestly, not in a patronizing manner, which made the older woman calm. "What I meant is, you're my mate, and even if you find someone else I can't.
"My people don't believe in divorces or sexual orientations or, polygamy, so committing and saying the vows could only be done when both kryptonians felt it was right." She was trying so hard to explain herself, the depth of her feelings and the level of commitment it involved, but she was also terrified at the prospect of pushing the woman away. "And now I've found you, but I can't have you take those vows with me, and I don't want to lose you but binding you to me just to be able to keep these possessive feelings from taking form in a carnal way, isn't the right thing to do."
"Kara —"
"So before you make me leave, at least let me hold you?" She begged, tears falling.
"Carter, hon, I need to speak to Kara in private," he gave her a quizzical look as she stood and took her young lover with her, "tonight, I'm giving you a good night kiss."
He watched as his mother took his one friend off to her room, and frowned a bit. He only hoped they didn't break up.
Back in their room, because for some reason Cat couldn't see it as hers anymore, she sat her young lover down, sitting right besides her before she was attacked by that voracious mouth. Just as quickly though, the attack stopped.
"Oh, by Rao and Yuda, I do not wish to hurt you my heart," Kara panted, her drive somewhat calm with simple contact.
"Kara, look at me," Cat demanded, forcing their eyes to meet when her young lover seemed reluctant and maybe even ashamed at being unable to control herself. "We, are soul mates. I honestly doubt there will ever be someone after you.
"I don't want anyone else, honestly," she whispered, hating how vulnerable those words made her feel and look, but knowing how deeply it made things feel between them and loving that in a way that it dampened the hate. Great, now I'm turning all mushy and cheesy, she huffed to herself. Kara is definitely worth it. "I love you, you love me, and if it brings you some ease, I'm willing to take those vows, for you and with you."
Kara opened her mouth to protest when a finger forced her to keep quiet. "No Kara, we cannot work together if you're going to feel the need to a certain your claim on me, feel the need to touch me at every turn and in a completely inappropriate manner for work."
". . . I don't want a new job."
"I don't want a new assistant either," she confessed. "But in order for this to work, it's better if we take these vows.
"I want to take these vows with you."
"By the Moons and Yuda, by my God and Sun, Rao, by my House, the House of El and the Hope it represents for my people, I live for you, my Soul and Mate Cat Grant. I love for you, and I promise to keep our family safe." Kara didn't know but she was speaking in Kryptonian, yet Cat could feel the meaning, could tell that this encompassed everything she held dear, from Carter to CatCo, and even her own mother to a certain degree. "Never turn to another living soul for anything that you may provide, comfort, safety, stability, emotional support and carnal pleasure, and everything else that encompasses living in this Earth with you. To take you with me wherever I might need or wish to go, and to make it so you never need to turn to another living soul and thus, provide you with comfort and safety and stability, emotional support and carnal pleasure and anything else that entails living this life with you. To follow you wherever you wish to go, and to do by best by you. As long as I live, and even in death and once I regain a body, be it rebirth or reincarnation."
Cat controlled her need to laugh; it was clear that she was dating Supergirl, an alien from another planet. She could also tell that this was a serious commitment, and her nerves weren't helping in trying to keep the laughter down. The words that were spoken, it was clearly Kara's native tongue, and the way her name sounded, was tingling. But, she was Cat Grant, she could memorize things when the need arose, and she repeated word for word what sounded more like a speech than a vow; she had skipped the first part, somehow figuring it was something for Kara to speak for her own benefit. When she came to use her lover's name instead of her own, the girl whispered Zor-El, and so Cat used Kara Zor-El. The last part, her alien lover had to repeat herself but she managed to finish without further hiccups.
"You're a natural Kryptonian speaker," Kara whispered, then frowned a bit. "I didn't think this through; now we exchange braided bracelets of distinguished colors and then, we would kiss."
"Braided?" Cat stood and went to her closet, her love following closely behind. "I'm guessing blue and red must go as colors."
"How about adding your favorite colors?" A drawer was opened and strings of many different colors and hues could be found; the older woman picked several of blue and red, the exact colors of the Supersuit.
"Which colors would those be?" The teasing tone made Kara smile.
"Green?" It was a silly guess. "White?"
"Green for Carter, that's his favorite color," Cat hummed, picking a few more in forest green, and others in a lovely shade of brown. "And yes, white is mine but it's too easy to get dirty, and I don't plans to take mine off."
"Me either," Kara replied breathlessly; how did she manage to get such a perfect human for her as her mate?
"Good, now I'll show you how it's done . . . ."
Fifteen minutes later, they had the bracelets braided. Realizing that this was utterly Kryptonian, Kara made a choice and, with a kiss to her mate, she made a quick trip to the closet and got a few more strands to braid. Quickly, she fashioned a Celtic ring and bound the strands with low heat - high Pierce with her eyes to not leave traces of burning both ends together. Blowing at it softly, she had fashioned a beautiful and seamless ring; eagerly, she repeated the process and soon, there were two. Cat watched with an arched eyebrow, seductive half smile on her lips.
"Since this is Earth, and I don't want anyone getting any ideas," Kara took her beloved's left hand and placed the second ring made on the ring finger, before tying the bracelet delicately on the wrist. "There!"
"Hm, even if someone tries to copy this or make it a fashion statement, no one else will be able to copy it," Cat stated, kissing the ring before biting the inside of her cheek and taking her love's closest leg; ended up being the left. "Since this is going to be complicated enough for you while you're all suited up, I'm thinking you can hide it on your boots.
"I'm not ashamed, I know neither are you but, I'm also sure you don't want anyone to tie your two identities but for all that matters, I'm dating Kara Danvers, not Supergirl," she kissed the ankle then this enchanting lips before taking the other ring. She gazed at it with unadultered fascination, awed by the fact that each single strand was delicately joined. Even to her eyes, it first look normal; she liked that. Taking her soulmate's left hand and ring finger, she placed the ring. "As long as you're in that suit, you do not wear it. Supergirl is unapproachable; we'll have other interviews.
"Next time though, I expect you to leave me where you find me, not where we conduct the interview," Kara blushed at that. "Just don't follow your cousin's steps completely; good thing that you work for CatCo and that I'm CatCo, as long as you're working for me you'll remain my assistant."
"I honestly don't think I can handle working for someone else or somewhere else," the alien added, taking the other's hand. "I don't know why, but now I don't feel the drive or need to make you mine."
They stayed there, holding hands for a while. A buzzing sound interrupted them and Kara sighed; it was Alex.
"I got to take this."
"Take your time soul dear," she replied with a smile, "I'm going to play Battleship with Carter, consider staying the night? We can finish the movie marathon."
"I would love that," Kara replied in a tender tone. "Home is where you and Carter are."
"And you can stay forever long as you like." Cat replied, giving her lover a deep kiss before leaving.
The phone began ringing again.
When Carter noticed the door opening, he grinned. He already knew his next Christmas Wish. Believing in Santa made such thoughts completely worthy. The gifts beneath the tree were nothing, baubles his mom gets him, but Nick was real, was who made the chance happen, so this Spirit could grant wishes, and it was about time for him to get a sibling, a girl preferably.
"Mom! We got to plan for next year!"
"Carter, there are three hundred and fifty four days left for the next Christmas," she calmly countered, smiling at the new game she had given her son.
"Yeah but, I already have my wish!"
"If it affects this family, it means Kara should be here."
The door opened and the young alien appeared. That was when the boy noticed their rings.
"Hurray for families!"
He only had one thought hough. Best Christmas Ever!
Final Note: Sequel pending on feedback. You can also let me know what you would like to see next but for now, that's it for Christmas Fun. Hope you liked it! Happy holidays! x3
And to think I was afraid at first that this would be too short as I continued writing, but this ended up being the longest chapter yet. Wow, xD