"Santa doesn't know you like I do. I've been there through the good and bad, know how to make you laugh."

pairing: Kellic
story: To Love Someone (future fic 🤫)

context: Kellin, a well-known tattoo artist, escaped his small town once. But the thing about small towns is they have a way to suck you back in. Years later he comes back and finds himself having his old best friend, Vic, back in his life. Here's Kellin showing Vic his most important yearly Christmas traditions with his daughter.

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In all 28 years of his life, there wasn't a lot that could knock Kellin down onto his ass.

Couple of life-altering events maybe but, he'd bounce back immediately. Though, there were only two things that could seriously knock him down and he'd never get up till he wiped that pout off their face. Said pout was staring up at him in her baby pink checkered pajamas that had gingerbread houses and people scattered around them. If anyone were to see her right now they'd probably coo and boast about how much she looks like a mini him.

Kellin would disagree—even if the thought was nice—he thinks she looks like her mother when she pouted like that. But that's not the important thing here. The important thing here is she has mastered the most earth-shattering, heart-stopping, tear-jerking pout to have ever existed in her short 6 years of living.

He was totally screwed.

"Snowdrop..." Kellin started and tried to hold back a laugh when she crossed her arms over her chest. Attitude score? 100 points. "...We're hours from Breads Bakery, we can't get their cinnamon rolls this year."

Charlotte Quinn was nothing short of an angel. A total sweetheart with the biggest heart, and the softest smile that could melt even Jack Frost's cold heart, but when something interrupts their father-daughter jolly traditions... it's best to hide.

"That's not fair!" Charlie stomps her foot and Kellin should've scolded her for yelling so loud. For throwing a little tantrum if he didn't also share the same sentiment. It totally was not fair.

Said tradition was the first step in their wildly eventful Christmas. On the first of December Kellin would take Charlie to Rockefeller Center so they could hit up Breads Bakery and share cinnamon roll buns while drinking some hot chocolate. Kellin remembers doing it for the first time when Charlotte was 3.

At that point, everything felt okay in his life. There wasn't so much chaos, he wasn't as super afraid as he used to be that there's this tiny little impressionable person he's in charge of now. His career was growing and he could afford things. As in more than just the necessities.

The tradition started by accident.

Kellin was heading home from picking Charlie up from daycare after getting off work. The streets were bustling as they usually were and all he wanted was to go home and get Charlie into bed and knock out. He was exhausted. But he was also hungry to all hell. And maybe it was his subconscious that made him end up at the front of Breads Bakery.

Kellin went in and Charlie tried their cinnamon rolls and immediately became obsessed. That entire following week they went to eat some until one day Kellin realized the area was a lot busier than usual. And that was saying something considering the state of New York City usually is in. Buzzing with life at all hours of the day.

He found out that the Christmas tree lighting ceremony at Rockefeller Center was happening that day and well... of course, he had to take Charlie to go see that. After they ate their cinnamon rolls that night, they ended up at the back of the crowd that gathered around to watch it. Kellin sat her on his shoulders where she clung onto the fabric of the beanie he had worn that day as they waited for the ceremony to start.

Kellin remembers Charlie being so enamored by the large Christmas tree in front of them and he could never forget the excited squeals and giggles she made after it lit up. He promised to take her every year and they haven't missed it since. Well, until this Christmas. Unfortunately.

Since moving back to Lake Oasis—a whole whopping seven hours away from Manhattan—it makes doing their tradition a little difficult. Honestly, moving back has been a curse more than a blessing and Kellin misses being back home. His home in Manhattan, not here even if he did miss his mom and sister like crazy.

"Okay, how about this," Kellin said as he crouched down to get as eye level to Charlie as much as he could. That pout was hard to crack but, he could try, "We start our cinna-dinners here and then we'll drive back home to see the tree in a couple of days."

Charlie stood there for a second, tapping her foot against the floor, before slowly lowering her arms. Pout is still ever present on her face. Crisis slowly disengaging.

"Can I pick where?"

"Of course," Kellin said and she stopped pouting, giving him that heart-stopping big toothy smile of hers, putting her hand out. "We have a deal then," he said as he put his hand on hers and they shook on it, "Now, do you have somewhere in mind?"

And, okay, maybe he could see his features in Charlie now. Because the mischievous smile she had and the sparkle in her eyes looked awfully familiar. His mom was no stranger with this very same look he'd give her when he was younger.

"Vic's!"

Kellin held back a grimace as he stood up. He shouldn't of been surprised but... Kellin scratched the back of his head, "...You sure?"

Charlie gave him a single nod with a proud smile on her face. Kellin misjudged where his kid would end up deciding on since there was another bakery in town.

It wasn't as popular as Vic's—mostly because they focused on certain specialized baked goods while Vic did everything and then some—but Charlie had liked it the last time they went. Maybe that was the delusion he had in his mind, trying to convince himself that the last time he saw Vic would literally be the last time.

Kellin sighed and nodded, "Okay, we'll go to Vic's for dinner then."

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The last time Kellin saw Vic, they left things a little sour which wasn't unusual for them as of recent. Ever since coming back home, the old best friends have had nothing but animosity between them. Kellin regrets the fight but, he couldn't get himself to go apologize because he wasn't wrong in his stance and Vic did overstep a little but... He did understand where he was coming from. Call it pride or whatever but, Kellin wasn't going to be the one to apologize first.

Honestly speaking, he didn't think he was going to see Vic so soon after that. But he failed to consider the little mini-me walking excitedly next to him as they entered Bakery Haven.

The little bell above the door rang after Kellin opened the door, and they were instantly engulfed with the strong scent of fresh bread. There was soft Christmas music playing in the background and there were a couple of customers sitting at the scattered tables inside.

Charlie skipped ahead sporting her white leggings, a black knitted dress, brown white fleece lined boots, and a thick brown seude jacket with more white fleece lining along the cuffs, collar, etc. Her chestnut brown hair was down in its natural wavy state aside from the two loose braids that were held together at the back of her hair with a black bow. Hair stylings done by his ever talented little sister, Jenna.

Kellin wore something similar except his was a black loose t-shirt, black fitted jeans, his timberland boots, and his brown seude jacket thrown over— no fleece. Hair, done by no one but himself, messy in a good way.

The little bakery wasn't as full as he expected it to be considering the handful of times he's visited, there was always a line out the door. This time around there was no line and he could see Vic was behind the counter, not looking as stressed ass before, attending a costumer with his adorable little smile and- Kellin blinked.

'Reel it back buddy.'

"Hi Vic!" Charlie said with a big smile. Kellin would've shushed her if it weren't for the fact that Vic looked up, with the brightest smile on his face and the shiniest eyes, it made his brain stop for a second. 'Snap out of it, you're supposed to be upset with him,' Kellin reminded himself as they walked up to the counter. The costumer Vic was helping smiled politely at him, casted a look to Kellin, and then they were off.

"Hi Charlie," Vic said just as cheerily, he leaned against the counter on his hands, peering down endearingly at the excited 6-year-old, "You're looking rather stylish today, what's the occasion?"

Charlie giggled, swaying on her heels a bit, "Today's our cinna-dinner!"

Vic looked a little confused and went to ask for more details but Kellin beat him to it, "Cinnamon rolls for dinner."

Vic glanced up, as if he was just realizing Charlie didn't come into his bakery alone. Something flashed in his eyes—attraction? Or has Kellin finally lost it. Definitely, he definitely has—before looking down at Charlie with a smile, "Well lucky for you I'm the best cinnamon roll maker in town."

"You should have one with us," Charlie said excitedly, "We eat one every day before seeing the big tree at Rockefeller." Kellin chuckled softly when Charlie ended up saying -feller like 'fella.' "We go everyyyy year! And daddy buys us cinna-rolls-" Suddenly she gasped, making Kellin flinch out of shock, and looked up at Kellin, those big shiny eyes looking hopeful and- Oh no. Oh god no. "Let's take Vic this year!"

That made them both freeze. Vic had been in the middle of grabbing them cinnamon rolls from the display and Kellin could see the way his shoulders tensed. He cleared his throat, ready to salvage this mess before pouting crisis #2 starts, "Snowdrop, go get us a seat while I pay, okay?"

Charlie was about to protest but Vic set the cinnamon rolls on the counter right in front of her and suddenly she forgot what she was doing. She grabbed onto the decorative plate with the delicious looking cinnamon rolls on them before making her way to one of the empty tables inside the shop. Kellin watched her, making sure she didn't accidentally drop them, before looking back at Vic once she sat down.

Vic seemed to be doing the same, keeping an eye on Charlotte, before Kellin cleared his throat and pulled out his wallet, "Can we also get two hot chocolates, please?"

Vic nodded, lips in a thin line, as he turned to make them the hot chocolate. Kellin shifted uncomfortably where he stood, reaching up to scratch the back of his head as he watched Vic expertly move around the little area where he makes the shop's drinks. Without Charlie there it made it all the more awkward.

"Um," Kellin started off and he wanted to smack himself upside the head. He should've just stayed quiet, Vic clearly didn't want to talk to him and Kellin didn't want to make this worse. If you were to tell Kellin at 15-years-old that Vic would be giving him the silent treatment, he'd laugh in your face. "You should think about it," Kellin said before he could stop himself.

'Wait, what?' His subconscious probably wasn't as upset with Vic anymore as much as Kellin thought he was. His heart definitely wasn't. It hasn't stopped thumping against his chest since they walked in and he saw Vic with his cute Christmas themed apron and his hair thrown up into a bun. Still, why would he invite him when they haven't even talked since they argued. Bit of a stupid move and Kellin wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

Vic froze after placing the two snowman themed mugs—the ones he pulls out for the holiday season— down, though he recovered rather quickly and started pouring in the hot chocolate into them.

"Think about what?"

Okay. Okay he's talking to him. That's a big step forward. Vic placed the mugs on the counter for Kellin to reach for after he finished. He didn't move to the cash register, he stared expectantly, and waited for Kellin to elaborate even though it didn't take a genius to wonder what Kellin was talking about.

"Coming with us," Kellin said, glancing over to Charlie who was waiting (im)patiently and staring down at the cinnamon rolls. She stared at them like she was scared if she looks away they'll disappear. He looked back at Vic, to see a confused look on his face, before shrugging, "It'll make Charlie happy."

'And me,' Kellin wanted to add but refrained from doing so. Vic probably didn't want to hear that from him right now. Vic frowned, tugging gently at his bottom lip that Kellin's eyes definitely didn't flicker down to.

"I don't know..." Vic trailed off, crossing his arms over his chest, "I might be busy... season for pileup orders and all..."

"Right..." Kellin said, trying not to sound disappointed, "That's right um... just..." Kellin hated this. He hates how awkward they are. He knows it's been years, he didn't leave in the best way, and now every time they're alone for even a minute it turns into whatever this is. Or worse, a fight. "Think about it, yeah?"

"Kellin-"

"You've always wanted to go to the city during Christmas time, right?" He interrupted, obviously remembering their late-night talks at their spot from years ago.

Kellin smiled at him, big and adorable and- Woah, don't go down that road, Vic. "I'm just not sure-"

"Please," Kellin said, and he wanted to cringe at how desperate he sounded right now. It's okay for Vic to say no and he kind of wished Charlotte didn't bring it up to him. But suddenly it was starting to sound like a real good idea. And who knows, maybe this could be the trip that finally breaks that stubborn ice between them, "We leave in a couple of days-"

"Daddy," He heard Charlie whine, suddenly remembering what he was doing. Kellin blinked and looked back at her and saw the similar pout from earlier- Crisis #2 is boiling. Alert. Alert.

"Um, here," Kellin stumbled through his words and pulled his card from his wallet, "Keep it up here, she might want more than one."

"No, it's fine," Vic said, giving him a small smile, "It's on the house... ya know for the cinna-dinner tradition." Kellin couldn't help but feel his heart pounding against his chest seeing that smile.

But, he couldn't accept that, so Kellin shook his head, "No, really she goes crazy for them and you might as well get paid for them-"

"Kellin," Vic said pushing his hand, the one he was holding the card in, back. And he didn't want to think about how that simple touch made electricity run through him. Everything was going haywire inside him. Brain stopped working, instead heart working overtime, "Take your card away or else I'll say no right now."

Kellin grinned, "So, that means you'll think about it?"

"Yeah whatever," Vic rolled his eyes and handed him the hot chocolates to him, "Now go before Charlie comes over to drag you by the ear."

Kellin chuckled softly as he pocketed his wallet after slipping his card back in. He grabbed the two mugs and smiled at Vic, "Thanks, Vee."

The little nickname slipped out so easily and Kellin would've started internally cursing at himself if it weren't for the fact that he could see the red start to grow on Vic's cheeks. Then he was off walking back to his poor girl waiting to devour some delicious cinnamon rolls.

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The days leading up to his and Charlie's trips went by fast. They continued on their cinna-dinner tradition and even had his mom and sister join in at some point till it was the night before they had to leave. Kellin felt bad having to leave his mom and sister alone for a couple of days but because of his mom's condition, she wouldn't be able to deal with the seven hour car ride.

Kellin still didn't know if Vic was coming with them. He felt like he shouldn't ask or push in any way but, he did make sure to let him know what time they were leaving from his house to make the drive. It'll take seven hours, give or take how the traffic is, so they were leaving 6 am, 6:30 the latest, and hope to make it a good time to be able to let them all rest before going to Rockefeller Center.

It was chilly, the sun still wasn't out and wouldn't be for another hour. Kellin was putting his and Charlie's bags in the trunk of his car. Charlie was already in the car, sitting in her booster seat, dozing in and out of sleep already. Kellin pulled out his phone, checking the time and it was cutting close to the amount of time he'd wait for Vic to show up.

Kellin looked up and towards the street to see if he could see any cars coming. It was empty. He frowned slightly and decided he couldn't wait anymore. So, he closed the trunk and went to get into the drivers seat trying not to let the disappointment eat at him.

He tried not to feel too upset because Vic never said yes. Maybe it's for the best. They used to be best friends ages ago but that clearly that wasn't true anymore. They were barely even friends now. Kellin could try all he wants to pretend they could pick up where they left off but that was impossible. There was too much history, too many things left unsaid, and more things they regretted saying.

As much as Kellin wants them to be friends again—maybe even more than that because he couldn't deny the way his heart reacts when he sees Vic—Vic probably wants nothing to do with him. And he doesn't blame him one bit.

"I'm here!"

Kellin stopped in his tracks when he heard him, making his head whip over to the side to see Vic's head poked out of a window of a car. He squinted, not able to see who was driving him. Kellin definitely couldn't see when Vic opened the door and scrambled out of the car, grabbing his things, before shutting it just as quick. Kellin couldn't focus on that for long, though, when Vic was running towards him with a bag hanging on one shoulder and holding a medium sized to-go box—with his bakeries logo on it—with his hands.

"Cutting it a little close, don't you think?" He asked, but he had a smile on his face, to let him know he wasn't upset, as he went back to open the trunk. Kellin couldn't help his heart swelling. He was here. He was actually here and coming with them. Maybe Christmas miracles do exist? Vic was panting by the time he got to him, cheeks red, eyes definitely sleepy. "It isn't like you to be so late."

"Sorry," Vic said sheepishly as he put his bag into the trunk, "I was prepping for the days I wouldn't be here, I didn't realize the time, and-"

"Wait, you haven't slept since I saw you last night?" Vic pursed his lips and shook his head. Kellin looked at him like he was crazy but, he ended up laughing shaking his head. He guesses that makes sense but it's so unlike Vic. He hates not getting enough sleep, "Well, you can sleep on the way over and... I'm really glad you made it."

"Right... M-Me too," Vic said, swallowing nervously, as he held up the box he was still carrying, "I... uh, made these for the trip... just in case we want to snack on the way."

Kellin smiled big trying to will his heart to calm down. Vic always thinking of others, that hasn't changed one bit, "Good thinking... I'm not going to make too many stops and Charlie is definitely going to get angsty for snacks later."

"Okay... um..." Vic trailed off, eyes looking at everything but Kellin. He tilted his head at him, unknowing to him but Vic was most definitely nervous and he felt like he'd explode if he keeps looking at his smiling face. Vic blames it on the lack of sleep, "There's some of her favorites in here and... some for you too."

Oh, Kellin is definitely not surviving. It might be freezing right now but he could melt from the shy look Vic was giving him. And maybe they were standing there for a little too long because Vic's cheeks were growing redder by the second—it definitely wasn't because of the cold but, again, Vic's going to blame it on the cold—and he had a pout on his lips.

'Getting knocked onto my ass twice in a single week, that's a new record.'

"We should get going," Kellin blurted out, finally catching up with his brain, "We'll freeze out here."

"Right, yeah, okay," Vic walked off to the passenger side, slipping in. Kellin only just realized the car that dropped Vic off was still there. His eyes narrowed at it, still not able to see who it was due to the tinted glass, as it drove away. Whatever.

He shook the thought away and took a seat in the drivers side, smiling immediately when he heard Charlie talking up a storm with Vic already. It was almost like she wasn't teetering between falling asleep or not earlier.

"Alright guys," Kellin said as he buckled his seatbelt, "Get comfortable because it's going to be a long ride."

"Yay!" Charlie cheered, making Vic and Kellin laugh as he pulled out of the driveway of his house, "To Rock-uh-fella!"

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It was past midnight when they got back to Kellin's apartment after visiting Rockefeller center. It went just as well as one would think. They made it at the perfect time, after taking their naps when they got to Kellin's apartment. Which wouldn't of matter anyway since Kellin bought up-close viewing tickets—yes, he bought one for Vic before knowing if he was actually going to join or not—so even if they were late, they'd still have a good view of the tree.

The experience was nothing short of amazing in terms of getting to see Vic's reaction to it all. It was the first time Vic was in the city during the holiday season. He moved to Lake Oasis at such a young age and never left so, he never got to experience it. Kellin didn't either until he moved away from their small town to here at 18.

There was something so precious about seeing Charlie looking up at the tree with the same child-like wonder she had the first time they came here. It's like no matter how many times she sees it, it'll still be just as amazing as it was the first time. With Vic it was no different, Kellin couldn't stop staring at Vic's shiny eyes when the tree lit up. It was the same child-like wonder Charlie had.

He had such a big smile on his face and he was so excited and giddy. Kellin felt like he was with two Charlies.

Before that, they of course, went to Breads Bakery to have Vic try out the cinnamon rolls they usually had for their cinna-dinner days. Vic didn't have much to say but after Charlie said she preferred his, he did have a prideful grin on his face. Kellin thought it was adorable.

Now, Kellin was tucking Charlie into bed after such a long day. His poor girl knocked out on the way home after showing Vic around the city till it got a little too late. All the sugar she had today finally making her crash. He leaned in, brushing back her messy brown hair, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Night, snowdrop," Kellin whispered softly before standing up and making his way out back to the living room where Vic stood looking out the floor to ceiling window. It showed the direction where Rockefeller Center was, he could see the blurry sight of the lit up tree from there.

"Hey," Kellin started as he walked closer to Vic.

Vic looked over at him just as he stood next to him. He smiled softly, "Hi... she still asleep?"

"Out like a light," Kellin chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets, "I'm surprised she stayed up as long she did."

"All that sugar does that to a kid," Vic shrugged, "Remember when we were 12, we couldn't sleep after we snuck our Halloween candy in your room?"

Kellin grinned, the memory so vivid as it played in his head. That was a good night. It was Halloween on a Friday and Vic got to stay over. That was like the best combination for a 12-year-old. Vic was worried they'd get caught but Kellin was able to sneak both of their candy bags into his room. Even though, in the end, they did get caught.

"You were so scared we'd get caught," Kellin laughed.

Vic glared playfully at him, "We did get caught. You wouldn't stop talking and your walls are thin."

"I think we played it off nicely," Kellin shrugged. They pretended that they woke up early that next day but, clearly his mom didn't buy it when she could hear the candy wrappers they were hiding as they shifted around the blankets.

Vic rolled his eyes, looking out the window again, with a small smile on his face, "Sure... you're not the one who got scolded by your mom after."

"Who says I didn't?" Kellin just couldn't believe this was happening. They were talking. Without having Charlie lead the conversation most of the time. And laughing, together. This felt surreal to Kellin after butting heads with each other for months. It felt good. It felt normal.

"Thanks, for today," Vic said. He still was looking out the window, taking in the view of Manhatten. Even at the late hours of the night it was still buzzing with energy and just as lit up as the Christmas tree they went to go see today.

"I should be telling you that," Kellin said, getting his attention. "You really made this day better for Charlie... she was really happy you came."

Vic shrugged, a small smile on his face, "How could I say no to that face?"

"Nearly impossible," Kellin sighed making Vic laugh.

"You're a really good dad," Vic continued to smile at him. Kellin froze a little at that... his mind doing the most stupid thing ever and going back to their argument from before. He shook his head, looking out the window as well.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"I'm not... It's the truth," Vic frowned as he reached out towards him. He placed his hand on Kellin's bicep, making him immediately look over at him. That same electric feeling shooting all over his body, practically jumpstarting his heart and making it beat a mile a second. "I'm sorry, about what I said last time... I wasn't thinking and I didn't mean it like that. You're a great dad, Kells."

Kellin frowned, unsure and feeling that same insecurity he gets when he thinks for too long about how he's raising Charlie. He knows he isn't the best dad out there, he could probably be more responsible than he is. Maybe even a little stricter with her at times but, he was trying. He hopes he's doing his best with her because he could shower her with gifts and everything she wants but at the end of the day that doesn't matter.

It's the love and care that matters the most but sometimes he feels like he lacks in that department. That he could do so much better. Sometimes he feels like he acts like a friend to her instead of her dad.

"You think so?" Kellin asked softly.

Vic squeezed at his bicep, in a comforting way, "Of course, I do. We're in Manhattan for godsakes Kellin, all because you wanted to see her happy. I think she's one of the luckiest little girls out there."

Kellin swallowed the lump in his throat, giving him a shy smile before changing the topic. If he focused to much on that he might cry. Or spiral into self-doubt and today was good day so he refuses to ruin it, "And you?"

"What about me?"

"Were you happy today too?" Kellin asked, turning to fully face him. Vic blinked, caught off guard because he wasn't expecting the gears to switch like that. Kellin watched as the red blossomed on Vic's cheeks, slowly he could see him wanting to hide into that shell of his. Kellin didn't want that to happen again, "Is it like you always imagined it?"

"Yeah," Vic said softly, the air felt like it shifted around them, softened eyes looking up at him, "Down to the person I wanted to experience it with."

Kellin could hear his heart pounding against his ears. It didn't take much of a genius to realize what they both wanted in that moment. Kellin couldn't ignore the way Vic kept flicking between his eyes and lips and Kellin desperately wanted him to make the first move. Because if Kellin does it, Vic could regret it just like the first time.

It looked like he was debating it. Like he was seriously considering kissing Kellin. Vic only needed to take a small step forward, enough for them to be able to press their lips against one another. But there was a flash of doubt in his eyes, and all of sudden he was stepping back, clearing his throat, "We should go to sleep."

Kellin tried his hardest not to feel disappointment but he couldn't help the way his shoulders slumped. "Right," Kellin said, "We have a busy day tomorrow." Charlie wanted to show Vic everywhere they used to frequent to when they lived there. Stores, restaurants, parks, even the tattoo shop Kellin used to work at before moving, "I'll take the couch, um... my room is through that door."

Kellin pointed over to the end of the hall where his room was. Vic instantly shook his head, "I can't take your bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"As much as I'd love to go back and forth with you right now," Kellin said, eyes flicking back down to Vic's lips, "I think we both need to cool off and I inisit you take my bed."

Vic was practically as red as a tomato, "O-Okay." He stepped back, stumbling over his feet a little before finding his footing, "Goodnight."

Kellin watched, still feeling that disappointment weight on his chest, as Vic walked away from him. He had a smidge of hope left in him, maybe he'll turn back around and come kiss him like he knows he wants to. But that hope died when Kellin heard his bedroom door close.

Christmas miracles are issued one a person, unfortunately.

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a/n;

I don't know how to explain this one except for it being Kellin's p.o.v from this very future chapter in the actual fic 🧐 Was that the right way to go for this? Probably not because y'all don't know what's going on and I kind of barely know what's going on... BUT. I think introducing these three this way was very fun... can you tell I like writing Kellin with kids?

I hope this wasn't super confusing :') and that you enjoyed it nonetheless. I just kept writing and this is where we ended up! But hopefully in the near future you'll see these events from Vic's p.o.v with more details and added context!

(If you see any editing mistakes... no you didn't-)

Alrighty that's all for today! As always let me know what you thought! All comments, questions (seriously), and concerns are welcomed <3 This is the second to last one of our cozy little Christmases and that's crazy because I thought I was gonna give up after the first day. But we pulled through!

Anyway, I'll see you in the final one :) Thanks for reading and stay safe <3