#catlex

I know that there is a ton of versions of these BUT I have to make RarePairs!Version just because.

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“No,” Alex said, a bit too quickly. “That was a completely separate-”

“You’re gonna bust those,” Cat interrupted, standing in the entryway. She gestured towards the stack of flimsy paper boxes full of glass balls Alex was attempting to carry. “What are you two even doing?”

“Decorating the tree,” Carter squeaked, nearly hiding behind the damn thing. “Alex said it was okay.”

“I know we had a fight, Cat, but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays. Kara and my mom will be here tomorrow and they’ll have a fit if there’s no tree,” Alex said, turning her back on Cat and sitting the boxes on the coffee table beside the tree. “You didn’t seem up for it. So Carter and I figured we’d handle it before you got home.”

Cat frowned, watching Carter sit down on the floor across the room and try to pull the knots out of the strings of tinsel. The tree was still as bare as they’d left it the night before, white lights strung onto its branches but not turned on.

“Did you not think I wanted to be here?” Cat asked quietly, wondering at how she’d been shunted out of her own family for the evening. Alex stopped fiddling with the boxes to turn towards the quiet question, hurt clear on Cat’s face.

“I thought you said we were getting too domestic as it was,” Alex grumbled, still a little unwilling to let the other woman’s words from the night before go.

“I may have reevaluated my position on the matter,” Cat said, cringing at bit at how hesitant her voice sounded. She hadn’t meant to hurt Alex. But just the idea of the other woman’s entire family being in her penthouse tomorrow evening had been too much. She didn’t do entanglements well. And it felt like the Danvers family had somehow forced their way into her life without her even really noticing. She had been defensive. Scared, too, though she’d never admit it.

Alex nodded, understanding but not loving Cat’s knee-jerk reaction to try to back out when people got too invested. “Do you… we need someone tiny to get the back of the tree.”

“I’m not crawling behind that tree,” Cat said. But she smiled, moving forward to help Alex attach the tiny metal hooks to the glass ornaments. She leaned in close, kissing Alex on the cheek and whispering, “I’m really sorry, darling.”

“Does that mean I can crawl behind the tree?” Carter asked, coming to join them from his spot across the living room. “Because I think I can still fit.”

“Or, call me crazy, but what if we just pulled the tree away from the wall?” Cat said, grabbing Carter by the sleeve to pull him back before he could try to fit himself into the gap.

“I guess,” he said, going back to his work on the tinsel, but this time sitting on the couch.