CRISS ANGEL *IMAGINES* BOOK 5

~IMAGINE~{18}

You were setting up the table for a very lonely Thanksgiving dinner for yourself because you didn't have any family or friends to be thankful for...but it was normal for you. You had most of the dinner already prepared but you soon realized that you forgot the dutch apple pie that you got for yourself every year. So after you set the dinner table, you hop in your car and drive to the store to grab your favorite pie along with some whipped cream. You walked out to your vehicle when you see a little boy sitting on the ground and a little further you see a man that was unconscious. You run over to the boy to make sure he was ok then you check the man and notice that he was attacked, so you put the little boy in your car first then laid the man in the back seat and rushed to your house.

The man was slowly coming around when you were helping him to your house, but he was too weak to say anything. The little boy said his name was Johnny, and his daddy was Cwiss...but a lot of bad mans hit him on the head with a bat and took his daddy's money. You told him that his daddy was going to be fine now...then you heard his little tummy rumbling and sat him at your table and shared your food with him, then as he was eating you went into the back bedroom and saw Criss slowly standing up trying to put his shoes on...you sat down beside him and told him he needed to rest for a little bit, because he had a very big knot on his head. Criss rubbed his head and frantically asked where his son was.

You told him very quickly that his son was safe and sound in the dining room having a little Thanksgiving dinner. Criss looked up at you and thanked you for all your kindness...you got up and said you wouldn't have it any other way, then as you stood up you asked him if he would like to share Thanksgiving dinner with you too, because it would make it the most thankful dinner you ever had if he would...because every other year you celebrated the holidays alone. Criss reached out for your hand to help him up because he was slightly dizzy, as he said he would love to share Thanksgiving with you because he and Johnny both were very thankful for you.

After you all shared a lovely dinner, you remembered you left the pie in the car when you brought Criss and Johnny in the house, but before you could get up Criss pulled his bandanna out from his pocket and laid it on the table then quickly slid it off the table and the pie was already sliced and ready for serving, then he stood up and slowly and pulled out the whipped cream from his back pocket and as you served the three slices of pie he covered them in whipped cream and handed the forks out and you all shared a sweet and tasty dessert together. Then as you were cleaning up the dishes and the table Johnny helped himself down from his chair and went straight to the bedroom and slid in the bed and turned on some cartoons, and before you finished the dishes he was sound asleep. 

Criss walked in the living room with you and sat down on the loveseat beside you and pulled you into a hug and kissed you on the cheek and thanked you for everything...and that he really enjoyed this Thanksgiving with you more than anything. You smiled at him and told him not as much as it meant to you having them with you. That very next year you were sharing your Thanksgiving dinner with Criss and his entire family, the only difference was this time Criss and Johnny were now your husband and son.