O the rising of the sun / And the running of the deer (con't)

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Christmas Morning

Kate and Tess have woken up together and made breakfast; at the same time, Johnny and Damien have also awoken to join them for Christmas morning, both feeling a little nervous about being around others as a couple. Breakfast is served, and everyone is sitting down to the meal.

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Kate smiles as she pours out juice fer everyone, t'go with our coffee. "I do know Luke a little. He's a very polite young man; I like him." I duck my head in a nod as I pour syrup over my pancakes. "Yeah, he's real nice." She pauses and adds "The tavern sounds lovely. I've never been much for visiting ale houses, but maybe I should stop by and wish them well."

I blink a bit at that, but I guess it is hard t'picture Kate hangin' 'round the Tavern with a beer in her hand. "'F you go earlier it ain't rowdy, and they do have food now," I tell her.

She asks Damien how their work's goin', and they look 'way from Tess t'answer. Tess is frownin' a little and I catch her eye 'n glare, 'cause I bet she's bin givin' Damien a hard time. "Are you back t'work soon?" I ask Tess.

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[damien-dw.livejournal.com]

Johnny has a nice voice, light tenor, and his singing is very careful. Tess joins in as I hoped after letting him do the first run through on his own. Her voice is higher but fuller. I adjust both my playing and my voice to better blend the three of us. With Kate the only one not singing it feels a bit odd like a cross between a private performance and a jam session.

I can see Tess' arm around Kate and a moment later, feel John's arm around my leg. I have an urge to lean over and kiss his ear, but don't because that would interfere with the song. but I do smile and slant a look in his direction. I'll wait til we finish. Won't be long I think, I can feel an end point coming up.

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

The afternoon passes pleasantly in songs and conversation, and then Tess and I go to the kitchen to get dinner things ready. The goose tastes good, skin crisp and meat soft, and the vegetables come out gleaming. It's a hearty meal, and afterward it's nice to sit by the fireplace and talk a little and rest, the smell of roast meat and spices in the air.

Tess and I wave Johnny and Damien goodbye, and as they walk through the snow we go back upstairs, and I put my arms round Tess and smile.

"This has been the happiest Christmas I've known in a long time," I say, and it's true.