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Christmas Party! Millitimed Vaguely to "Sometime Around Christmas"

Anne and Amy have been very very busy over the last week or so, transforming their usually simple white room into the perfect place for a Christmas party.

There are garlands of holly and balsam strung around the room, leading away from the wreath between the windows (and there's a grumpy looking crow, perched in the middle of the wreath, trying to figure out how to get the red ribbon from around his neck). A Christmas tree, candles ablaze, stands in one corner, with presents tucked under its branches.

Welcome, dear friend, to Anne and Amy's Christmas party.

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Bernard takes note of the mistletoe as soon as he and his wife ~~descend upon~~ join the party.

They've already made ample use of the sprig hanging from the ceiling between the living room and dining room in their own flat. But that doesn't mean much, really.

Mistletoe is meant to be used.

They move around the room, socializing, and Bernard stealthily manages to somehow maneuver his wife so that she's standing right under the bunch.

Cheeky bastard.

He's so stealthy, in fact, that Nymphadora is entirely unaware. She's currently nibbling appreciatively on a piece of gingerbread, and sipping her cider.

"Awfully good food," she comments to her husband. "Did you see the ribbon candy? So pretty."

"I did."

He'd eyed it with the envious gaze of a semi-professional.

"Gotta get their recipe."

He takes her cider and sips, lacing the fingers of their free hands together.

"Mmmm. Definitely. You could make a green, snakey version for Sunny." She leans against him for a moment, grinning, and then surveys the room. "Wanna go sit down?"

Bernard bites his lip and grins back.

"Not quite yet."

He looks up pointedly.

Nymphadora blinks, and then looks up. "Oh!" She starts to laugh. "Blimey, I'm losing my touch. Either that or you're getting really good at this sort of thing."

An innocent look.

"Well, I've had some practice lately."

"Just a little bit," she replies fondly, squeezing his hand.

"Though not nearly as much as I'd like," he continues, leaning in.

Nymphadora leans up to meet him halfway, her lips brushing his in a soft kiss.

Bernard smiles against her lips, kissing her again once, twice, all thoughts of the party forgotten.

...Until their son sees fit to kick him in the gut.

"Jesus."

"Oof. Sorry." She grimaces, but she's laughing. "That probably hurt me more than it hurt you, though."

"Yes, but my soul is bruised." He affects a wounded expression.

"My heart is broken. Our son doesn't want us to kiss."

"We may have to get used to that," she replies with mock gravity. "That is, if the 'ewwwww' face Sunny makes whenever we kiss is anything to go by."

"Yes, what is that? She is so fucking weird."

Placidly, "Well, yeah, she is, though I think that might be a toddler thing in general. Namely, we're not focusing our attention on her at that exact moment, so she feels the need to draw it back upon herself."

...'Dora's been reading a lot in the past year or so. Clearly.

"...So, that means that she'll start dancing around and hollering every time Anthony starts crying, right?"

"That is a distinct possibility, yeah."

Winning smile.

"Fantastic."

He passes a hand over his eyes. "That was the part I was most looking forward to."

"Well, fortunately," Nymphadora continues reassuringly, "there'll be two of them, and two of us. See how well it works out?"

"You're not counting Hiss. I think he should be counted."

"Yes, but Hiss won't be contributing to the decibel level in such circumstances. He's menacing, but in a quiet sort of way."

"I'll never be convinced that he doesn't make her odder, just by staring."

"...Well, there is that."

The corners of her eyes crinkle as she laughs, and then leans up once more to kiss him.

"We'll be fine. Right?"

"Sure we will."

His lips brush her cheek.

"I love you."

That's all that matters.

That, and he can be damn stern when he wants to be.

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