A Very Gwuncan Christmas

It is December 23rd, two days before Bronx's first Christmas. Duncan is being a total dork about it. He even pulled Abigail into the craziness. He's currently baking cookies. Four different kinds. 

The doorbell rings and I answer it with Bronx on my hip. "Hey, Tommy! Come right in." Thomas planned on staying with us for Christmas break instead of our grandparents to spend time with his niece and nephew. Benjamin still planned on staying across the street.

"Hey, Gwen." He switches to a baby voice, "Hi Bronxie!" I notice he is alone. Alyssa was suppose to join him.

"Thomas, where's Alyssa?" He freezes and looks at me. His eyes start to water. He gulps before he speaks.

"She changed her mind and went home." I decide to ask him later what happened to them.

I hand Bronx over to Tommy who goes into the kitchen to say hi to Duncan and Abby. I bring his bags downstairs. I place them in the basement bedroom and sit on the bed. 

This past week has been hectic. My grandparents are moving to Florida. I have been over there several days this week helping them pack. They aren't selling the house though, that's all up to me. I can't sell it. It's my childhood home. I was literally born in it. It holds so many memories, good and bad. My mom's stuff is still there, and I'm still not over her death. No one has been in my room since who knows when.

Duncan really wants to move there. We are only renting this place. I've got to decide in the next two weeks. Maybe it would help me. I barely lived there once she died. 

I head back upstairs and find Duncan in the living room laying on the couch with Bronx while Thomas runs around with Abby. The doorbell rings. I open the door to my grandparents and Benjamin, who brought another boy.

"Hey guys! Benjamin, who is this?" They all walk in and Ben and the boy walk into the kitchen. I glance over at Duncan and he looks about as puzzled as I feel.

Benjamin is already making himself at home and starts eating my food. "Gwen, Lukas. Lukas, Gwen." We shake hands.

"Can I have an explanation? If it's what I think it is, you know I don't have a pole up my ass like Gram and Gramps. I can open up another bedroom for you two if you'd like," I finish sympathetically.

"Okay. Well, Gwen, my boyfriend. I assume Thomas figured it out. I did tell him I'm gay two years ago. But, I told our grandparents he's just a friend whose parents went away for Christmas." Lukas walks over and puts his hands on Benjamin's shoulders. 

"I'll ask Thomas to move to one of the couches. Then you guys can have the downstairs bedroom." I move to the front room and explain things to Thomas. He decides to take the couch in the room we are currently in.

"I don't want to hear them if they do it." Duncan cracks up and then smells something burning.

"Gwen, honey, go get the cookies out of the oven." I grab them to find they are not ruined but my potatoes are. I forgot all about them an hour and a half ago. 

"Don't worry, Juvie. Just my potatoes. I say we just order take-out tonight." Thomas makes puppy-dog eyes at me.

"But I love your potatoes, sis. Christmas Eve eve dinner just won't be the same," Thomas says in the most sarcastic tone.

"Come on, Gwen. I wanted to share our famous Christmas Eve eve dinner tradition with Lukas. And Mom's shitty potato recipe," Benjamin adds. Gram glares at him.

"Benjamin! Watch your mouth around your niece and nephew. You don't want them to pick up bad language!" Thomas, Benjamin, Duncan, and I start laughing hysterically at Gram's comment.