CS Winter Bingo--square 1 (the truth about Santa)
Hi there and happy holiday season! In an attempt to continue procrastinating my season 4 rewatch drabbles–and to not feel guilty about it–I decided to participate in the CS Winter Bingo event. I received nine winter/holiday related prompts arranged in a square like a bingo card. My mission is to make a bingo by writing at least three of my prompts before winter is over, but I’m hoping to do better than that! I’m hoping to finish all nine! Given the nature of the event, you can expect a lot of fluff (but then what else would you expect from me, after all?) I’m hoping to keep them short as well, but I’m usually not nearly as successful at that. And without further ado, let’s play CS Winter Bingo!
Rating: G
Word count: 983
Today’s prompt: The Truth About Santa
Other chapters: (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
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Emma found her husband standing in front of the fireplace and looking up the flue with an assessing glance as she stepped into their large great room on Christmas Eve night.
“I don’t mean to be indelicate, Swan,” he said, still looking up the chimney, “but it would appear the passage is too narrow for anyone to pass.”
She laughed, putting an arm around his waist and reaching up to give his cheek a quick peck. He looked down at her for a moment, his eyes softening before returning her kiss with a quick one of his own. “Killian, what in the world are you talking about, and why do you look so worried?”
His brow furrowed as he turned back to his perusal. “Is it similar to the way they travel in that book about the magical lad Harry Potter? Does he travel via flue powder? Does he possess some other form of magic that expands the chimney? After all, I have my doubts that even the wee cygnet could pass through that opening, let alone a portly, full grown man.”
Emma felt the usual warmth and affection for her husband that came over her whenever he used his pet name for their two-year-old daughter, Hope. The cygnet. Their tiny baby swan. Their miracle baby. For a moment she was lost in the moment thinking about how perfect her life was now that Henry was back in Storybrooke and she had her entire family back together, but gradually it dawned on her just what had her husband concerned.
“Are you talking about Santa?” she asked.
