A Very Merry Feathery Christmas
Song: Any Christmas song!
(A/n: Merry Christmas, ya'll!)
Max
Christmas morning, for the Flock, passed in a flurry of shredded wrapping paper, tossed aside stockings, flying feathers, and exited squeals. Surprisingly, most of the squeals came from Iggy. But I remember that it all started so slow...
I barred my arms wide and held back the rest of the Flock from the living room and the massive pile of presents that littered the floor. As soon as I even muttered the word 'go,' the world span and wheeled around. I had been knocked aside and onto the floor. Sighing, I eased onto my feet again and surveyed the mess of wrapping paper that already adorned the floor. A few squeaks and "OMIGOSH!" - es echoed into my ears over the chaos. Eventually, though, all of the presents had been opened. Even I had opened gifts from all the Flock members...except Dylan.
Dylan reached forward and handed me a small wrapped box. A tiny-itsy-bitsy bow was taped delicately to the top. I raised an eyebrow, but also opened it.
Inside was a thin silver chain with a small circular plate hanging from it, along with a silver feather. It was beautiful. Dylan tenatively turned the plate over to reveal the word forever inscribed on the back. A tear escaped my eye as I struggled to hold it back. But then my heart fell. A hand flew towards my neck, feeling the blankness there. Dylan attached the necklace around my neck. I immediatly felt guilty. I still wore Fang's ring. My eyes gave away to what I was looking. Dylan gently lifted my hand and kissed the back, sending mini-shockwaves up my veins. Then he turned to me.
"I don't expect you to take the ring off, Max." he whispered, "It's part of you, just like the necklace is now."
Needless to say, that was the most perfect thing I'd ever hear, considering that Fang wasn't going to say sorry for leaving any time soon. I kissed him on the cheek and blushed slightly.
"Thank you."
Compared to that moment, the rest of the day passed with plentiful helpings of pancakes (much more than humanely healthy) and comparing gifts. I didn't do any comparing. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Then they started comparing memories of Christmases with Jeb...and, with Fang. I didn't say anything there, either.
Because I'm pretty sure that this was the best Christmas ever.