Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with another Christmas themed story. This one is rather festive and old-school too. It remind me a lot of things that I used to write; lots of observing and description and then dialogue towards the end. It was also inspired by a song too, even though this isn't a song fic! I hope you enjoy :3
Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned!
I exhaled lovingly and looked around the room, feeling the glowing fire on my neck and my cheeks. It was Christmas Eve and I was lucky. I was so lucky. Many times throughout my life and often each and every day, I had moments like that. I had moments where I felt peace. I had moments where I was so peaceful. And I had moments where I felt filled with love and joy as well. That occasion was no exception. While I sat on the lap of the lavender haired male and we perched on the window sill together in the living room of his mansion, we were both experiencing that same feeling of love, joy and contentment. And because we were both feeling the same things and in the moment together, we were one.
James hadn't moved from sitting on the window sill with his back pressed against the large pane of glass for a very long time and he wasn't planning on going anywhere. He stayed sitting. He stayed with me. And he stayed watching. He stayed watching everybody else in the living room – all of his loved ones. And he felt even more gladness.
He pushed his long and flowing lavender locks out of his eyes and leaned further up against the window. His shoulders were hunched but he was not tense. He was just leaning. He was just thinking. And after I looked up at him with peace filled eyes, he saw him begin to smile to himself. I saw his head start to tilt towards two particular people in the same room as him and as soon as I saw him do this, I didn't hesitate to join him. I was happy too. I was happy to watch. And so we did. Together.
Jordan and his thirteen year old orange haired son, JJ, were sat cross legged on the rug together; their fingers busy with making nautical themed decorations for the tree but their eyes were on each other. They weren't saying anything. They weren't talking. But they were connected. They were connected by their gaze and their love for the same things and their love for each other.
They were having a great time. They were so close. Both figuratively and literally. As each second passed, they moved nearer to each other. They still didn't talk but their knees began to touch while both their legs crossed. They were enjoying each other's company. They were treasuring it.
Needless to say, upon seeing this, James smiled even more to himself. He pushed his hair from his eyes all over again and rested the back of his head against the cool glass of the window. He breathed out, filled with gladness and admiration and just pride. He found himself shaking his head. I understood.
What a long journey it had been. For those two. For Jordan and JJ. For everybody. It had been so frustrating and confusing and aching when he came along. Not because of who JJ was of course – he was a magical young man. So encouraging and warm and light-hearted and unique. It definitely wasn't his fault. But he came down during a difficult time. And it was even harder when it became known that he needed to be looked after by Jordan and Lynne rather than his real parents, Ash and Misty.
I stopped smiling so much when I remembered all of that but I didn't feel too much sadness in my heart. I couldn't. Like James, the glow of the fire was thawing me through and I was engulfed with the knowledge and elation that things had worked out in the end. It all worked out for the best. And it was all due to the strength and unconditional love of everybody involved. That made me happier than any fire could. James and I went back to looking at Jordan and JJ interacting together, smiling with satisfaction for them.
They were very alike. Even though Jordan Junior of course possessed first and foremost the genes of Ash and Misty, he definitely had some of the orange haired female's father in there as well. Naturally he did. He had his mouth. He had his smile. He had his floppy hair. He had his personality too. He had his enthusiasm. He had his tenderness. He had his energy too!
And that started to be apparent when in the middle of James and I watching him; he suddenly flicked the sword decoration that he was attaching string too and started poking his father with it. Of course, the yellow haired male didn't hesitate to join in and soon enough they were play fighting and standing up and pretending to swat each other with tiny weapons.
James and I chuckled to ourselves, sharing a glance together before looking back at the orange haired teenaged boy and his yellow haired parent. I continued chuckling for a few more moments but the lavender haired male's ones quickly died down. And in their place was just a smile again and that one was filled with love. It was filled with pride. It was for Jordan. And when James thought more to himself, his green eyes filled with tears of triumph.
He was so happy for his best friend. There was no other way to describe it. He was so happy for him. James was one of the people who truly knew and understood everything that went on in Jordan's mind and how he felt day to day. And how he felt about the past. His past. He had always wanted to do better. He had always wanted to make up for what he did. Somehow. He hoped that he could show Misty and his daughters that he could be a good and loyal and trustworthy father. I believed that he had always shown them that despite his pain. And I knew that he definitely had thanks to the blessing of JJ.
He was a wonderful father to him, just like he was with Misty. He was encouraging. He was accepting. He was driven. He was loving. He possessed some of the best unconditional love in the world. He had it for his son – he had it for Jordan Junior. And of course he had it for his daughter as well. He adored his little water baby more than he could ever say. James knew this. I did too. Misty did as well. And because the orange haired female was on both of our minds, our heads turned to look at her next. And we had the same smile for her that we had for Jordan.
I think that James' heart skipped a beat and then it clenched with love when he saw Misty on the rug a few metres from her father and brother. She had a little girl on her lap. She had an orange haired little girl on her lap. She was holding Jorgie. She was holding her best friend's daughter and her half-sister too. And the one year old child was so delighted to be in the clasp of her admirable big sister.
Neither James nor I could hear what Misty was saying to Jorgie, there was far too much other noise in the room. But that didn't matter. Just by studying them for just a few seconds, it was obvious that she was speaking loving words to her. Or maybe she was giving her advice. Either way, Misty was holding one of the decorations that Jordan and JJ made out in front of Jorgie's face and she was swinging it playfully.
The small child was trying to swat at it and grab it with her hand. And each time she failed, her big sister made a funny noise with her mouth and it made her laugh. It made her laugh. It made her really laugh and laugh. It made her belly laugh. Of course, James heard that sound over anything else.
I noticed that his eyes didn't fill with tears like they had done for Jordan but he seemed to smile even bigger. And his body felt like it got lighter beneath my legs. He leaned further back against the window to get a better look. He didn't look away. He didn't take his eyes off his daughter. He didn't take his eyes off Misty.
They had been through so much together. They had almost been through more together than anybody else in our group but they were stronger than anything. They were solid. They were family. James knew that that stability and relationship was going to be tested when he fell in love with her mother and he knew that it would be quizzed even more so when she fell pregnant. But Misty had adapted wonderfully.
She had her moments, naturally. James did too. They had their moments together and they had their moments where they weren't okay. But that was okay. Like the situation with JJ and his parents, they had come out of the other end of it stronger than ever. And as the lavender haired male looked at his best friend with his daughter, he knew one thing very clearly. He loved Misty. He really did. And it was one of the happiest sights for him to see her with her very own little sister. And the fact that her little half-sister was his cherub, made it even sweeter.
James knew how Misty felt about her big sisters. He knew how she felt perhaps more than anyone. They were very similar in that way; they both felt like their friends were their family over their blood relations. The relationship between the orange haired female and her female siblings was tricky. There was a lot of emotions and pain involved. James understood. I did too. Misty was doing so well. She was growing and she was putting it behind her. But like Jordan, she almost wished that she could have a chance to be a good sibling and one that was different from her own older ones.
She was blessed with that when she bitter-sweetly gained JJ as her full little brother. And she was blessed a second time when she was bestowed with Jorgie as her half little sister. She had had so many gifts over the past few years that no Christmas could compete! And in James' eyes, no one could compete with his Munchkin. She was his best friend. She was his very best friend. He adored her. And he told her that as many times as he could.
He was proud of her. I was too. It's hard to believe that just three Christmases ago, she was only just coming out of her unconscious state in the hospital and Ash was returning from going AWOL after a bout of darkness. Time really does move quickly. Time really does go quickly when you're having fun. As a group, we went through a lot of challenging times together but we went through joy as well. We experienced it all. Together. And that's what we would always be. Together. No matter what.
James was hesitant to move away from looking at his best friend and his little girl but after Misty saw us looking over and gave us both a beaming smile and made Jorgie wave her fist towards us, he felt able to do so. And it was his son that got his attention next. Expectedly it did.
He was always looking at him. He was always watching him. And like how he felt when he was looking at Jordan and Misty too, his heart would swell with pride. It did so in that moment. James swallowed. Lovingly. And he watched Justin.
The deep purple haired male was on the sofa with his boyfriend and they were both playing their guitars together. Justin's face was screwed up and he was trying to be mad but he couldn't stop himself from laughing heartily. He was jamming with his significant other close to him and he was trying to get him to sing the words but Sammy was purposely singing the wrong ones to make Justin tell him off. That made him laugh. That made them both laugh. And it made James and I shake our heads and smirk too.
We couldn't hear what song they were trying to sing and play over the other noises in the room so we tried to lip read. But we still didn't fathom anything. Justin was more focused on trying to pout before bursting into more laughing to tell his boyfriend the right words. And Sammy was still insisting on the wrong ones so we didn't understand at all. He was smiling. They were both smiling. They were glad to be back together. And James was glad to see them back together. He was glad to see his son home.
It had been such a busy year for him. It had been such a busy year for Justin. At the beginning of it, he had signed his record deal and travelled to another region to record a body of work and everybody had seen a lot less of him. Sammy included. But that was okay. We all found a way for it to be okay. He was achieving his dream. Justin was himself and he was doing what he loved. Every day.
We missed him when he was all over and playing shows and festivals. Every day. But that was okay. Missing someone only meant that you knew someone that was worth loving. Justin was definitely worth loving. And James whole-heartedly knew this.
A wistful smile took over the lavender haired male's face as he continued watching his son being playful, happy and content and with a man by his side. He found himself shaking his head. I just looked up at him. It didn't take very much at all for me to understand.
He had seen his son be so hidden and tense and guarded about discovering who he truly was and at one point, he never thought he'd see him like the free little boy he was when he was younger again. But James didn't need to worry about that. Jessie didn't either. Justin had a lot of inward and outwards strength and even if nobody on the surface thought things would work out, deep down inside they knew that they would. And they did. Justin was happy. Justin was so happy. And that's all that mattered. That's all James ever wanted him to be.
I felt the same way. I felt the same about Justin and I felt the same way about everybody else in our group. No matter what we had done in the past and no matter what we would do in the future, we all deserved to be happy. Or perhaps most importantly, we all deserved to be content. We all deserved to be content enough to face life for what it was and take bad situations and turn them into good ones. I had faith in our group. I had faith in us. We were all worthy. And we were all worthy of receiving the love that we had for each other.
James and I had been sat on the window sill together at that point for a very long time but we still didn't plan on moving. We weren't going anywhere. We were staying put. And we were thinking. And after thinking of our group as a whole, we started thinking about the people that we couldn't see. We started thinking about the people we couldn't see but were there. Because they were in another room. Having an equally as wonderful time in there.
If we focused our ears hard enough on another room in the Morgan Mansion, James and I both kid ourselves that we could almost hear the ruckus that was going on. Ben, Katie, Eddie, Melissa and Jayden and Jaxon too were in the playroom together playing all sorts of board and party games. They were most certainly grinning. They were most certainly laughing. We just knew it.
James found himself smirking to himself when he imagined just exactly what was going on but he wasn't curious enough to leave sitting with me. He could just imagine. We both could. The pink haired Morgan son was most likely teaming up with his dual hair coloured niece, Melissa, and winding Jayden up about something. They always did. They were always rascals as a pair. Jaxon often teased his big brother well on his own but when he had back up, it was always way better. Not for Jayden. But he could hold his own.
We both thought about Jayden. What a sweet and solid young man he was. He was so caring and he was so genuine. He had really fallen for Katie in the past year but hadn't done anything about it because he knew she just needed a friend. He was proud of her. We all were proud of her. But we were proud of him too. For being a gentleman. A real and genuine gentleman.
No doubt that Ben and Eddie were causing chaos in that room as well. They always fought when they were with one and other but it was never really serious. They were too close. They were like brothers. They were very much like Ash and Gary.
The dual haired male was always the one above the raven haired male and teasing him and playfully belittling him. But Ben definitely had a lot of his mother's blood inside him so he could hold his own as well. He could be quite smart with words sometimes. He could be snarky. Yes, no doubt there was a lot of chaos in that other room.
But there was sure to be some calm as well with Katie around. I smiled even more to myself when I thought about her and James did too. The orange haired young lady could be very hot-headed and opinionated but she was also the voice of reason. She was quite motherly. She seemed to calm everybody down so even if Ben and Eddie were being hectic together and Jaxon and Melissa too, it would never go too overboard with her around.
She was a good kid. She was a great kid. She had had a challenging year. But she had come out the other end of it. And she was smiling. She was definitely smiling with her good companion, Jayden, around.
Together James and I started thinking (but not too heavily) about what an endearing couple the orange haired female and the pink and magenta haired male would be and that led us onto thinking about the rest of the couples in the room. We looked around.
Jayme was there with Gary and Jayde was there with Cameron too. They all had their children of their own in the mansion somewhere and playing with the other kids so it was nice for them to get a bit of time alone. That was always important. It made their couple stronger. But to tell you the truth, they were already very concrete.
One couple that really was very solid and sweet and got James and I's attention next was Josie and Noah who were sitting on the large sofa next to Justin and Sammy. They looked so tender. They looked so peaceful. They greatly contrasted the young pairing who had begun jokingly pulling each other's hair! The grey haired moustache donning man had his arm around his wife and she was cuddled into his chest with her eyes closed. She looked very happy. She looked so very happy.
The lavender haired male and I couldn't tell if she was asleep or not but after a few seconds, we both decided that it didn't matter. She was happy. She was happy with Noah. And Noah was happy with Josie. And of course James was happy to see them both.
They had both always been such an important pairing in his life and such wonderful role models too. They were everything he wanted to be, together and apart. James wanted to be incredibly giving like his Grandmother. He wanted to be deeply trustworthy like his Grandfather. And he wanted the loyalty and trust and love and playfulness that they shared even after over half a dozen decades together.
They were in love. They were so in love. They always had been and they always would be. They were that lucky couple. They were that sweet couple. And their sweetness shone on and inspired all of the couples and the friends in our group too.
I really did enjoy watching everybody with their unique interactions and I knew James felt the same way. I was glad about that. Like me, he didn't favour the romantic ones over the platonic ones. He loved them for what they were. I did too. And while I hadn't necessarily had a life filled with love myself, I had it because I watched it and I shared it with everybody else. I was so full. I was so complete. And I knew I owed it all to Ash.
My life really began with him. And I looked over at him while he was with his Mother in the corner by the Christmas tree. And because Jessie was there with them, the lavender haired male soon did too.
We both had looks in our eyes and smiles on our faces for different reasons but the love in our hearts were the same. I was looking at my best friend and I was looking at him with happiness and pride. We were connected and I don't say that light-heartedly at all. I truly believe that we are connected and we are one. Whatever he does, affects me. Whether it's good or bad or right or wrong, I always feel the same exact emotions as him. And it's not just a strong sense of empathy. It's unity. It's oneness. Ash is my brother. He is my beginning. He is the reason I'm here now recounting all of these stories.
There was a reason that the raven haired male was there too. He obviously had many reasons and many purposes but one physical reason that he was there in the Morgan living room on Christmas Eve was because of Delia. And we looked at her next.
She looked so pretty and young and vibrant in the glow of the Christmas tree. She was so happy. Really, she was so very happy. She was chatting away to her son and she was just so happy to have him by her side. She was so very content to know that he and her daughter-in-law were in a wonderful place. And she was ecstatic knowing there were those five beloved Grandchildren of hers in the house somewhere.
That made her smile. And for once I wasn't so in tune with James because it almost surprised me to see him smiling to himself when I looked up at him. He was smiling to himself. And he was smiling for Delia.
He had always had a soft spot for her, no matter how she acted or what she did. I understood that. She was like the mother to our whole group. A lot of our gang had complicated relationships with our parents but Delia was always there to be an honorary one. She was an important member of her group, just like her son was. And it wasn't because of what she did. Of course we all appreciated her mothering us and cooking for us but it wasn't that. She was important because of who she was. She was so strong. And she was kind. And she deserved every happiness.
While I continued thinking about Delia and how much I truly adored each and every one of the Ketchum's, James' mind soon enough wandered. I felt it. I felt that. It ticked backwards before it ticked forwards. He thought about his Grandparents and how he always wished he had a love like theirs. One that was so unconditional that it almost blew people's minds. And then he realised he had that. He had that twice. And at that point, he had that with Jessie. He knew that.
She really was his best friend. She was his first best friend. She was his first true friend. They were so opposite in so many ways but their hearts and their mind-sets were the same. Their fates were the same. They were meant to share them with each other. They were meant to test each other. They were meant to drive each other crazy. But they were meant to share love. They were meant to share unconditional love. No matter who came along next.
I could sense that the lavender haired male was getting a little bit teary eyed from the way that he shuffled beneath me while I sat on his lap. I didn't look at him. I let him be. I let him feel. He really had hit the jackpot.
In Team Rocket, along with Meowth, he was certain that money was the thing to strive for. Decades later, he understood that he couldn't have been more wrong. His Grandfather was the one who was right in saying that family is the true wealth. And James finally understood. He felt like he won the lottery every single day with the people around him. And he felt that way about Jessie. Even after everything they'd been through together. He was so thankful. He needed to thank her. He got the opportunity.
While he was looking at her and remembering each and every detail of their lives together, she briefly stopped chatting with Delia and Ash and looked up at her husband. Like how he felt the first day that he met her, he almost found himself freezing on the spot. But he got over that after she tilted her head in his direction. Soon enough he smiled genuinely and winked innocently at her. His eyes were filled with love. His eyes were filled with thankfulness.
She understood. She smiled back. She nodded her head back too before going back to what she was doing. That was the interaction between them but it was enough. Everything had been said. Without being said.
And James was satisfied. I was too. We didn't need to look at any more people around the room or take note of who was making the most noise. We had seen enough. We had seen almost everything. And we needed time to think about all of that while being with each other.
I stopped focusing outwards on James' lap and turned on my paws to face him instead. Straight away, the lavender haired male felt the movement and he looked down at me. Time really did move forward fast and so many things changed and that was evident by how he didn't hesitate to reach out and begin stroking my cheeks. And the fact that I didn't hesitate to enjoy it was even further proof of this.
The ex-rocketeer looked down at me and I thought that his eyes would be filled with memories and information of things that he had seen and faces of people who weren't there with him. But I was wrong. He was there. He was focused. He was in the present. He was focusing on me. And soon enough, he was smiling down at me. It took me just a split second to smile back. I nodded my head, much like Jessie. We shared our own little moment. And it was nice.
He had come so far. He really had come so far. The man with the R printed over his chest was nothing like the man I knew sitting on the window sill but in the same breath, he really was. He always was a genuine and kind person, he just happened to be in the wrong business. I knew that Ash was my brother but in a way, James was too. All the guys in our gang were my brothers. All the girls in our group were my sisters. I had many sisters. I had many brothers. And James was one of them.
I couldn't thank him enough for the love that he'd shown me and the love he'd shown my loved ones too. He really was one of a kind. I was glad to be near him. And I was proud of him.
You wouldn't think it with the moments that we shared together that day, but he was being brave. The truth was, he had someone very special missing on that Christmas Eve. He was incomplete. But he was complete too. It was a funny feeling. But it was what it was.
But for once he was focusing on everybody around him and the reasons that he felt complete. And he did so when Misty began coming towards him with little Jorgie still on her hip. Her beaming smile was gone but in its place was a loving and sympathetic one. She didn't hesitate to sit close to her best friend. She looked over at him, her shoulder pressing against his.
"Are you okay, Jimmy? You look really thoughtful." She asked him before she pointed out and the lavender haired male just nodded his head and pushed his hair from his eyes. He didn't say anything. But he did reach his finger out for his daughter to hold while Misty seated her comfortably on her lap. She looked even more caringly at the older male. "Are you thinking about her?"
I decided that it was bold for Misty to just come out and say those words because they could have caused all of James' glowing contentedness to fade away. But Misty was Misty and she said what was on her mind. The lavender haired male knew this and not only did he know it but he respected it too.
It caused him to be truthful. It caused him to be even more truthful. So he didn't hesitate to nod his head. He didn't smile at her but his eyes met hers. They were smiling wistfully enough so his mouth didn't have to.
"Of course I am, Munchkin. I'm always thinking about her." He told his best friend honestly and after the words had escaped his lips, he showed off the same thoughtful smile that his eyes had shown. Misty nodded her head understandingly. James was about to say more things but the orange haired female got there before him. That didn't matter. She was the same as him. She told the truth.
"I know how you feel. I feel the same way." Misty told James and she smiled to prove that she was being equally as honest but she didn't need to. The lavender haired male believed her. She squeezed his shoulder and moved closer to him with Jorgie and remained quiet for a few moments. But after Jorgie yawned sweetly, she knew she had to break the silence. She moved the little girl back onto her hip and smiled at her loved ones fondly. "I don't mean to interrupt your thinking time but I think this little lady is ready for bed. Christmas is very exciting but very tiring too."
I don't know why but I assumed that James would take a few moments to react and reach for the little girl but I was wrong. We were close and we were one but I still made mistakes. I was cool with that.
Just because the little girl and the older woman's mother wasn't around, that didn't mean James stopped being a father. Of course it didn't. He reacted right away. He was still being quiet and thinking but he didn't hesitate to smile for his Cherub and take her off Misty. He held her close to his side. He treasured her touch. Misty smiled as well and moved closer to James so her shoulder was touching his even further.
"Do you need help tucking her in bed? I'd be happy to. I can do whatever. Or do you want me to stay here with you? It's so pretty out there." She asked her best friend genuinely before she got distracted by all of the lights outside the window and the snow falling as well. I smiled and couldn't stop myself from hopping onto her lap instead.
And after James glanced at his best friend and saw her enjoying the snow so much, he found himself having a genuine smile in general. But it was also a genuine smile for her and because of her.
He shook her head as an answer to her request and focused on being near her for a few more seconds. He lightly rocked little Jorgie and swayed her while she yawned and sleepily clung onto him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before he finally answered Misty.
"Thank you for both offers but I'm good." He replied and the orange haired female just nodded her head while he eyes remained glued on the sights outside of the window. I moved onto her shoulder so I could share the same view as her and this gave James time to think to himself. He thought about all the words that she said. In actual fact, there was something that she could do for him. So he came out with that. "Actually… Can you just go and sit over there?" he asked Misty and he gestured with his hand. I was surprised when that actually caused the orange haired female to stop looking at the snow and blinked at James instead. He smiled shyly but certainly. "Can you just go over there and do your thing? I want to watch you. I want to watch you all."
And there and then, Misty understood. She had seen her best friend lovingly and thoughtfully studying everyone so she wasn't surprised that he wanted to go back to doing that. I wasn't surprised either but I didn't want to join him that time. I wanted to join Misty instead. And they both understood this.
My best friend's orange haired wife finally stood up out of her seat and stopped looking at the falling snow and squeezed James' shoulder before she left. She nodded her head at him. She smiled. She would do anything for him. She really would. They were family. And she told him that as often as she could as well.
"Sure thing, Jimmy." She nodded her head at him and she smiled at him as she left with me but both of our gazes remained on him. She even blew him a kiss. Of course he automatically caught it and shared it with Jorgie. Misty smiled even more and went to the corner with Ash, Jessie and Delia too. "Merry Christmas, James."
The lavender haired male nodded back and mouthed the words back but like his best friend before him, he had quickly grown distracted with the snow falling outside. He briefly glanced at his little girl but for once, his attention was outside. He didn't know why. That surprised him. But he went along with it.
The orange haired little Jorgie was continuing to yawn and cuddle into her father's side and he really needed to tuck her into bed but they were both content with where they were. For a few minutes longer they wanted to be together on Christmas Eve. And they wanted to look outside the window. James pulled his youngest daughter closer and he kissed both of her cheeks before pointing outside for the sleepy young toddler.
"Look Jorgie, look at the snow…" he told her and he wanted to say more than that but he found himself unable to. Misty and I were engaging in conversation by the decorated tree but our attention was still partly on James. Perhaps he knew this by the way he looked over at his best friend and had a smile for her and his wife before he went back to looking outside the window.
He wanted to talk to Jorgie. He wanted to say so much more than he had come out with but on such a rare occasion, he couldn't string the sentences together. He let out a quiet sigh to himself but he soon decided that it was okay. The closeness was the important thing. Them being together on Christmas was the important thing. Even though Lynne wasn't there for them both, she was in her own way. And she was. James was right. About all those things.
After kissing his little daughter on the forehead one last time and she sleepily shut her eyes for good, James found himself looking out at the snow and pressing his hand against the cool glass. Straight away he gasped and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up when he felt it.
Jorgie opened her eyes and she blinked. James swallowed. The glass didn't feel cool and hard like he was expecting it too. It felt soft. It felt like skin. It felt like a hand. He knew it was Lynne. He knew it was Lynne and he knew she was there even though she wasn't.
His eyes filled with tears. He shut his eyes to keep them just for himself at the same time that Jorgie's fluttered shut as well. I watched James hesitate before he smiled. Needless to say he was emotional and he was aching slightly but he was overjoyed too. It was that moment that he had in his mind everything that he wanted to say. And soon enough, his tongue formed the words. He spoke for Lynne. He spoke for Jorgie. He spoke for everyone. He spoke for himself.
"Merry Christmas, Angel." He began, his eyes still not opening and Jorgie snuggling closer to her father while he spoke. She knew he had tender words. She listened. She felt full. "I've got my little piece of heaven here with me this year. I've got my little reminder of you even though you're not around. We'll see each other soon. I know we will."
And with that, James pulled his little baby angel closer to his side and he kept his fingers pressing against the touch of the glass for a few minutes longer before he opened his eyes and pulled away. He didn't look back but he felt the touch of Lynne lingering. He kept Jorgie close to him like he said and went to join everybody else.
The snow continued to fall outside. The fire still glowed on the inside. The smell of the tree bubbled around us. The noise of loving chattering decorated our ears. And everybody was still there for each other. Even though not everybody could be there physically, everybody was there in sprit. We were all together. We were all one. We were all sharing Christmas. We were all sharing memories. And those memories would be talked about and relived when we were all reunited again. Those moments would be shared and reminded when we were all together again. Next Christmas. And I really couldn't wait for it to come around.
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 It makes me sad that I kind of took Lynne away from James and everyone at Christmas that year but you know what they say - absence makes the heart grow fonder! And they will be reunited the year after. I really enjoyed all the little observations of the characters. This is another chapter with a bit of a happy ending for Justin. I've given him a lot to deal with in his teenager life so I enjoy when things are a bit easier for him! But more about that next week :P Thanks again and I will be back next Wednesday with the last Christmas themed Pikachu Tales. That will be the 26th so I hope you have a great Christmas on the 25th! And as always, thanks for reading everything that I put out! See you soon.
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3