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The Christmas is coming. It would be in two days. This would be the first Christmas for him and probably the first one as a family too. Back when they were children Christmas was just a normal day for them. The only difference was that their training schedules was with a couple of hours shorter but more brutal. Their mother always cooked them cookies. But everyone got two or three cookies each before their father threw them away. Then the Apocalypse had come and Five even forgot about holidays. They were not important to him. What was important was surviving. But now he was back home. The Apocalypse had been prevented and everyone moved back into the house to try and be a real family.

His siblings weren't out for shopping. Presents, decorations, Christmas tree, and everything that was necessary. But Five refused to go with them no matter how much they insisted. And not because he doesn't want to go with them. Well, actually that too. But he wanted to make something for them too. And it would take a while. So after all his siblings left Five walked into the kitchen where his mom was.

"Mom?", he called and Grace turned to face her son and she smiled. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course, you can, my darling"

"Can you help me make cookies for the others?"

"Cookies?" she asked cocking her head on one side.

"Yes. You always made them for us when we were kids" Five said and he wonders if she still remembers. It had been a while and he was sure then when old enough his siblings left without even looking back, leaving their mother alone with Reginald and Pogo. And Luther too. He doubts that he had left from home before he had been sent to the moon.

"Oh yes. I remember"Grace said and her face lightened up. She was always happy every time she saw her children's eyes lighten, beaming when they received the cookies from her. And her unexistent heart broke when she saw them sad when Reginald threw them away in front of the kids. Every one of her kids had a different flavor of cookie. Five liked peanut butter cookies. Allison likes oats cookies, her brother always gagged when they saw her eating them with gusto. Diego's favorite is the classic chocolate chip cookies. Luther liked the sugar cookies. Viktors like shortbread cookies. Klaus's favorite is frosting cookies. And Ben.. Ben used to like butter cookies. She started a couple of days early to have time to make lots of each cookie. It was a shame that the kids only got to get a maximum of 3. She didn't care that her hard work was for nothing. No. She was saddened that her babies couldn't enjoy them more.

"Mom. Mom" Grace blinked and she saw Five waving a hand in front of her face looking worried. "Are you alright mom?"

"Yes darling," Grace said reassuringly as she stroked her son's head. Grace was the only one that Five was not shoving away when she was touching him or hugging him. "I was lost in thoughts. Just remembered about the days I used to do the cookies"

"So... Can you help me"

"Sure can love. We have all the ingredients for all the cookies here" She said and Five beamed. "Alright. Let me teach you how to make the dough"

Five walked beside his mother and she watched her as she prepared the dough for the first batch of cookies. She showed him how to make it and how to knead it. "I will make the peanut butter one for you. You would start with the sugar one. They are easier."

Five nodded and started making his own dough beside his mother. Grace was looking from time to time at Five and working on her cookies at the same time. "Shit".he heard him say and she looked in his bowl to see that it was watery. Five looked disappointed 

"Don't worry darling. It's just your first try, You would become better in no time. For now, just add more flour and a little bit more of baking powder and it would be saved" Grace said kindly and Five did what his mother said and the dough was more solid. He covered the bowl and placed it in the oven to make it grow.

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