Loving Marianna

Chapter Sixty- Four

It's Christmas.

My eyes shoot open and I frown seeing my mates still sleeping.

I climb over them leave the room and see it's still quite dark out. Damn anticipation always wakes me up too fucking early. I head to the kitchen and make myself a coffee before feeding Verity giving her extra special Christmas cuddles.

"I got you so many presents." I whisper nuzzling into her soft grey fur. I look at the clock and rush to start cooking. There is a massive amount to make so it's a good thing I woke up early. I'm not just cooking for 19 this morning, I'm also cooking for those who spent the night to celebrate today.

I tie up my hair and wash my hands getting started. I take out the dough for the bread I made yesterday and start prepping it.

"Friday can you play some Christmas music quietly please?" Once the music switches on my flow takes over and I easily move from thing to thing singing with the music.

I snap my neck around when I hear a click and see a smiling Peter (P). I drop what I'm doing and jump into his arms wrapping my legs around him and kissing him as he holds me up by my ass making sure to squeeze it.

"Merry Christmas my love." I smile against his lips kissing him again before jumping down and checking the food.

"Anything I can help with?"

"You can give me a kiss and tell me how good it already looks." I smirk over my shoulder.

"Gladly." He chuckles wrapping his arms around me kissing my cheek.

"The food looks and smells amazing." He kisses my cheeks again, "but how can I really help?" He laughs looking around.

"You can be on pancake duty." I say handing him the spatula.

I begin chopping potatoes for hash browns and frying them up as I chop more. I check the bread in the process and take it out of the oven and into the warmer so it's still nice and warm for them when they wake up. After I have the last of the potato frying up I take out the slow cooker and begin making lamb.

"Do you want me to start the ham or turkey?" Peter asks.

"Nope, not yet the lamb takes way longer in the slow cooker, but thank you." I smile.

He nods and resumes his pancake duties taking a sip of my coffee. I shake my head but smirk letting him do as he pleases.

We continue cooking and soon groggy people are making their way into the kitchen.

"Merry Christmas Yondu, Bruce is making more coffee right now but I can get you something else if you'd like."

"Nah, coffee is fine sweetie." He smiles.

Me and Peter are just about finished so I send a sweet song throughout the Tower waking those who haven't yet. I sit between Yelena and Steve who pulls my seat closer to him.

Everyone digs in and I receive the best form of praise, the sound of silence as everyone enjoys their food. Nobody speaks shoveling the food down until Shuri say with a full mouth, "what did you do to this food? It's too good I can't stop eating."

I laugh, "thanks I'd hope so. I am a baker." She shovels more bread slathered with butter into her mouth.

"I made jam too." I say lifting the strawberry jam her eyes lighting up reaching out for the jam.

Once everyone finishes we sit around the tree with music playing waiting for those who didn't spend the night to arrive before opening presents.

My mom and Fury walk in together talking and laughing.