𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 2024 (2005)

(this won't be referenced in future chapters, nor will this be replacing the christmas chapter which lines up with the storyline, but please enjoy and it should just be a little scene)

although we're in the midst of a story, i thought, since it's christmas i'd do a sweet little festive chapter for you guys and emmalyn and taylor cause they've been through a lot. so... here you go!!!

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"Who made this fuckin' turkey?" Dave spurted, his mouth filled with whatever he could stuff in it. Jordyn was sat by his side, her stomach sizeable, however unlike her husband, it wasn't from food but their beautiful baby girl was brewing.

Emmalyn choked on the mouthful she'd taken, laughing at something stupid that Taylor had whispered into her ear, "Christopher!"

Chris turned heads, looking straight at Dave who had an immense proud smile plastered on his lips, "How on Earth did you make it this good? Your rep with turkeys is playing against you right now, Shifty."

At this, everyone around the table paused, their conversations fading as they turned to listen to the outburst. The entire group was a little tipsy by now, the sun sinking below the horizon as they all sat in the cozy conservatory of Taylor and Emmalyn's new home, the perfect backdrop for their holiday feast.

The snow coated the glass roof, sending a chill through the sea breeze. However this prompted the need for Taylor to constantly tending their wood burner, however Nate had now broken into a sweat from having drawn the short straw. "Well..."

Chris started, a satisfied grin growing on his lips before he was swiftly shut down by a whack on the shoulder from his wife, Cara. "Don't you dare start, Christopher Aubrey. I made the turkey. He did the vegetables and that was it. Zip."

Everyone, including the slightly embarrassed Chris was now chuckling intensely, unable to justify why it was so funny, but their intoxicated Christmas brains were too far gone at this point.

"Of course it wasn't you," Was all Taylor could chortle, slapping his napkin down onto the wine stained table cloth before leaning back into his chair, unable to stop laughing.

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"Okay, so everyone's got them?" They group of rockers were now fully-fed and slumped down on the living room floor, surrounding the Christmas tree which Taylor and Emmalyn had decorated a few weeks ago.

"Agh, fuck I can't take this, doll," Taylor was stood precariously atop a ladder, fiddling with the string lights which he had already draped across the top of the tree many times, but it wasn't to Emmalyn's satisfaction. Each attempt was just even more of a tangled disaster than the last, "It's not supposed to be this hard is it?!"

The frustration dissipated the further down the tree it was, because Emmalyn was soaking up all of the festivity she could. Wrapping garlands and baubles around the base of the tree, no longer supporting Taylor's ladder. Christmas songs were blaring out of their TV speakers, countless rock renditions of classics whilst Emmalyn tried to keep her focus on arranging her ornaments rather than her distracted fiancée.

Humming along to Jingle Bells, which had been covered by some local punk band, Emmalyn called up to Taylor, "Maybe it's the ladder, love?"