Rocky Choco Chip...MMMMM
Author: Bitz
Piece Title: A Miracle?
Rating: G
Challenge: Rocky Road: kitchen- #6, Chocolate: Confusion- #19, Cherry Chocolate Chip: Concern-#20
Topping/Extra: Caramel- Set during the second story “Rocky Road” :P
Story: Abandoned Hearts
Word Count: 481
Summary: Tis the Season to be Jolly?
A/N: I usually do stories in three before the first story is even done and this story this piece is off of is called Rocky Road because life can't always be smooth sailing right? Has to have a little rocks in it.
Christmas Eve came around the corner so quickly and I blinked surprised as we sat in front of the fireplace. Chaison read “The Night Before Christmas” in a deep yet calming voice, holding the boys in his arms. Ari listened quietly; a awe like gleam shimmering in her eyes. I smiled softly, taking in the garland and stocking covered fireplace, the red orange of the fire and medium sized Christmas tree that twinkled with red and white lights. “O Holy Night” played on our radio and was the perfect touch. I cocked my head a bit, confused. Even though we had nothing, we managed to make our Christmas just right. How did we do that? When there were bills piling up and overflowing? I wiped my eyes as I tried to figure the equation of that question. Chaison looked up for a bit from reading and frowned seeing my sudden tears. I shook my head and signaled with my eyes to talk about it later.
There was no way I was ruining this moment.
He nodded, continuing with the classic story, turning the page with a grace he always had about him. Chandler wiggled out of his father’s arms and after struggling a bit to get on the couch, snuggled into my arms. I kissed his head and after wiping my eyes, listened as the words “sugar plum fairies danced in their heads” flowed through the room.
Later after Arizona and the twins were put to bed for the night, I finished cleaning the kitchen. The shock still hadn’t left me and I was stunned to see tears falling on the newly cleaned cabinet that I had washed over and over while Chaise put our children to sleep. Suddenly I felt warm hands on my arms and also felt myself being turned around to meet my husband’s deep brown eyes that signaled love and worry as he said “Fire, why are you crying?” Not completely understanding why, I shrugged. Chaison sighed, obviously wanting to help me.
“Are you sad, babe?”
“No.”
“Mad?”
“I don’t think so.”
Another sigh came out. “Then what?” A soft caress of his hand pushed a tendril of my hair away and I sobbed quietly. “How did Christmas get here? I’m trying to figure that out.” Confusion now lined my husband’s eyes as I said “We have everything. We have Christmas tree, lights, stockings…all that. Even presents.” Chaison nodded. “But how? When we are still trying to figure out when our lights are going off? When we are trying to figure out how to feed our kids after Christmas?” After giving me a look of understanding, Chaise held me in his arms almost protectively and I stared helplessly in his eyes. “I-Is this a miracle?” I whispered almost painfully for fear that if it was, it would just poof away.
Piece Title: A Miracle?
Rating: G
Challenge: Rocky Road: kitchen- #6, Chocolate: Confusion- #19, Cherry Chocolate Chip: Concern-#20
Topping/Extra: Caramel- Set during the second story “Rocky Road” :P
Story: Abandoned Hearts
Word Count: 481
Summary: Tis the Season to be Jolly?
A/N: I usually do stories in three before the first story is even done and this story this piece is off of is called Rocky Road because life can't always be smooth sailing right? Has to have a little rocks in it.
Christmas Eve came around the corner so quickly and I blinked surprised as we sat in front of the fireplace. Chaison read “The Night Before Christmas” in a deep yet calming voice, holding the boys in his arms. Ari listened quietly; a awe like gleam shimmering in her eyes. I smiled softly, taking in the garland and stocking covered fireplace, the red orange of the fire and medium sized Christmas tree that twinkled with red and white lights. “O Holy Night” played on our radio and was the perfect touch. I cocked my head a bit, confused. Even though we had nothing, we managed to make our Christmas just right. How did we do that? When there were bills piling up and overflowing? I wiped my eyes as I tried to figure the equation of that question. Chaison looked up for a bit from reading and frowned seeing my sudden tears. I shook my head and signaled with my eyes to talk about it later.
There was no way I was ruining this moment.
He nodded, continuing with the classic story, turning the page with a grace he always had about him. Chandler wiggled out of his father’s arms and after struggling a bit to get on the couch, snuggled into my arms. I kissed his head and after wiping my eyes, listened as the words “sugar plum fairies danced in their heads” flowed through the room.
Later after Arizona and the twins were put to bed for the night, I finished cleaning the kitchen. The shock still hadn’t left me and I was stunned to see tears falling on the newly cleaned cabinet that I had washed over and over while Chaise put our children to sleep. Suddenly I felt warm hands on my arms and also felt myself being turned around to meet my husband’s deep brown eyes that signaled love and worry as he said “Fire, why are you crying?” Not completely understanding why, I shrugged. Chaison sighed, obviously wanting to help me.
“Are you sad, babe?”
“No.”
“Mad?”
“I don’t think so.”
Another sigh came out. “Then what?” A soft caress of his hand pushed a tendril of my hair away and I sobbed quietly. “How did Christmas get here? I’m trying to figure that out.” Confusion now lined my husband’s eyes as I said “We have everything. We have Christmas tree, lights, stockings…all that. Even presents.” Chaison nodded. “But how? When we are still trying to figure out when our lights are going off? When we are trying to figure out how to feed our kids after Christmas?” After giving me a look of understanding, Chaise held me in his arms almost protectively and I stared helplessly in his eyes. “I-Is this a miracle?” I whispered almost painfully for fear that if it was, it would just poof away.