The Ideal Holiday (Bernard x Reader)

Chapter 38. Pillow Fort

After Bernard and I helped Carol with some stuff, we finally got back to the cottage.

I ran to the pillow fort. "It's a pillow fort!" I exclaimed.

Bernard chuckled. "How old are you again?" He sarcastically asked.

"Somewhere around 30." I chuckled. (I was 31.)

He grinned. "So what do we do?"

I shrugged. "Go inside it, I guess."

"Snowflake?" He asked me.

"Yeah?"

"Can you believe we've been married for at least 4 years now?"

I smiled a bit. "And to the man of my dreams? Of course."

Then there was a knock on the door.

I sighed. "We'll never get to go in the pillow fort."

Bernard softly smiled. "We will."

I walked up to the door and sighed. "What's it now?" Then I noticed it was dad, but I couldn't be bothered to look happy.

"Carol is ignoring me." Dad said. "Well, is in a way."

"What?" I asked.

Dad sighed. "Follow me."

"Excuse me, what?" I looked at him with a dumfounded expression. "If I don't know what I'm doing there's no point in coming."

"Try to make Carol like me." Dad said.

Bernard came up. "Santa, you are Mr Claus and Mrs Claus is Mrs Claus, why in the name of St Nick would she not like you?"

"That's not what he means." I said.

"And then she started telling me stuff like her family." Dad sighed.

I looked at him. "We are family?"

Dad sighed, again. "No, no, no, listen. So then the elves all shouted 'we love you, Mrs Claus.' But then she whispered in my ear-"

I put a finger to my dad's lips. "Let me guess, taller family...human family. I was human once she knows."

Bernard grinned a proud grin. "That may have been my fault."

I held Bernard's hand a giggled a bit.

 "Why don't we bring her parents here?" dad asked.

I looked at Bernard. "That won't work, dad."

"Why not?" Dad asked.

Bernard sighed. "There would be terrible consequences, I can hardly think about it. What if her parents go blabbing to the whole world about the North Pole, if the magic's discovered people would want to visit a-and not to forget Christmas will be ruined!"

I looked at dad. "He has a point, and Carol's parents to what Carol has said...are huge   blabbers." I spoke.

"And there's that." Dad said.

I looked at Bernard. "This is going to be tricky..."