Heathers One-Shots (With Children)

Under The Mistletoe~

Author's Note:

The twins are 2 in this one-shot!

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Heather had Veronica pinned against the wall, her lips locked with her wife's in a passionate, lustful, deep kiss. Veronica's arms were wrapped around Heather's neck while her legs were around Heather's waist.

Veronica pulls away quickly when she hears a squeaky, "Mama?"

She looks down to find her two-year-old twins staring at her and her wife. "Yes munchkins?" Veronica asks.

"Why you kissin?" Sophie asks.

"Because I love Mommy." Veronica replies.

"But why you kissin here?" Bryson asks.

Veronica looks around a bit more and remembers that they are practically in the middle of the hallway. "We're under the mistletoe."

"Missa-what?" Bryson asks with a confused look.

"Mistletoe son." Heather chuckles. She reaches up and pulls it down from the lamp they hung it from. "This little plant here."

"It makes you kissin?" Bryson asks, investigating the plant.

"No, we chose to." Heather explains with a laugh. "But it's tradition to kiss someone under the mistletoe. Like this, Sophie, can I kiss you?" Sophie nods as Heather dangles the mistletoe over her head then Heather leans in and pecks her cheek.

"Me too?" Bryson pouts. Heather holds the plant over them and kisses his cheek to. Bryson giggles happily.

"Mommy?" Bryson then asks

"Yeah?"

"What's a tradition?" Bryson asks in wonder.

Heather hangs her head and sighs.

The twins were delighted by their new tradition and spent the majority of the day under the mistletoe. Sophie does some coloring, and Bryson goes so far as to eat his dinner underneath it. Mr. Whiskers, The family cat, happily gives him some kisses, but seems more interested in her chicken nuggets than anything.

They're even more excited when their aunties and uncles come over the next day. They got to introduce everyone to their favorite new Christmas thing.

"You hafta kiss!" Sophie demands and glares at Betty and Martha. "But you hafta ask first." Sophie crosses her arms.

Betty shrugs and turns to her partner. "Martha, may I kiss you?"

"Of course." Martha chuckles. They both lean in for a sweet kiss, but keep it chaste in front of the little one. They break apart after a few seconds and turn to Sophie. "Satisfied?"

Sophie smiles nods. "Good. It's the... uh... missatoast."

"Missile toast?" Betty asks in shock. Sophie nods again and points above them. "Oh. Mistletoe." Betty says.

Sophie nods once more, "Missatoast."

"Whatever you say munchkin." Betty shrugged.