Lucky You

XII

"Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! Jingle all the way"

Alena sang out loud as she decorated the tree cookies that she was trying to make.

"Make her stop!"

Alena scoffed at the sound of her brother walking into the kitchen with a dumb smile on his face.

"Shut up, I sing beautifully! Just ask Jon"

The sudden chuckle as Jon entered the kitchen with Havoc yelping at his sock covered feet.

"Sweetheart, I don't remember ever saying that. What I remember saying is that I love your voice when you're not singing"

The sound of Finn laughing his heart out made Alena scoff and stare at him with an evil smile on his face.

Reaching down, a handful of flour blew into Finn's face by the smirking Alena who was now bent over laughing.

"Ya look like a marshmallow! Ahh!.."

Jon watched as Alena ran out of the kitchen with Finn right on her tail with a cold container of milk.

"Get away! Fergal, stop it!"

She giggled as she begged for her brother to stop chasing her with the same evil glare in his eyes.

"Stop! I'm sorry! Get away!"

Making her way into the backyard, she ran for safety into the guest room but was grabbed by her wrist as she reached the nob.

"You're so dead, little brat!"

Alena laughed as she pulled onto Finn's shoulders and rapidly spun into circles.

"Stop..Finn..Dude..I Mean It..Jon Help..!"

Finn placed Alena back on her feet to witness her fall onto the grass with an groan escaping her mouth.

"That my dear sister was payback.."

Alena groaned as she stood up and brushed off the grass from her clothing.

"Umm babe? I think your cookies burnt.."

Jon said casually as he walked onto the porch to see Alena run passed to see black smoke escape the oven.

"Dang it!"

Growling, she pushed the button to turn off the oven and pulled the door open to a burnt smell entering her lungs.

Grabbing a hold of the oven mit, she placed the silver tray onto the kitchen island and just took a minute to look at them.

"Luckily Santa isn't coming to this house, you'd kill the old man"

Jon commented as Finn laughed at his sister who was looking at them both with the "Regan" eyes.

"Luckily for Santa, he won't be eating these. You two will." Alena said before walking out with yelping puppy behind her.

"I got to wrestle tomorrow"

Jon said as she passed the try of Gingerbread men to Finn who stared at them as if they were real.

"You married her so you have to eat them and enjoy them."

Jon gulped as he tore off a piece of the cookie and stared at it with horrified eyes.

"Enjoy, Ambrose..."