Ever After 2 (X Reader)

Thanksgiving

(Y/n) peered down into the oven door, the yellow light inside revealed a glistening golden brown turkey, she nodded her head with satisfaction. She'd arrived at her father and Cat's early that morning, even before Alex had awoken.

Her father walked into the kitchen bobbing baby Amelia in his arms, she was on the fringe between sleep and wakefulness, he laid the tissue he'd use to wipe the excess milk from her small mouth and chin. "Everything smells amazing, I still can't believe you did all of this yourself."

(Y/n) chuckled quietly. "I'm used to cooking for a whole restaurant full of people, nine people is easy."

The burly man smiled affectionately at his eldest daughter, she didn't look very much like his mother and she never acted like her, (Y/n) was far too rebellious to resemble her grandmother in any way but there were times when despite it all it was like being a boy again watching his mother in action, she was also superhuman come family holiday times.

He gently run his hand up and down his youngest daughter's back. "Cat is having a lie-down, his little one cried herself out all night."

(Y/n) pursed her lips. "You know she could just come home with me, I wouldn't need the nap."

(F/n) chuckled quietly aware of the babies fragile condition. "I'm not sure Alex would appreciate that."

" Oh no Alex loves babies, we could totally take her home today. " (Y/n) replied over enthusiastically.

"That would make a weird chat show topic, my sister kidnapped me, she's too little to do sleepovers right now." He smiled risking trying to poke his finger into the mashed potatoes, getting pushed away by a suddenly stern looking ( Y/n).

"Why won't you ever put marshmallows on top of them?" He complained.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as she grabbed a hold of the cream and applied a small amount into the potatoes, a generous helping of pepper. "Marshmallows are for campfires and smores, not potatoes, or anything savory how many times do I have to go into this? what next top it with chocolate and jimmies?"

" I hate that you learned to cook in Europe, it gave you some really strange ideas. " Her father rolled his eyes. "Cheese goes with seafood apparently but heaven forbid you add marshmallows to the potatoes."

" It's a huge culinary sin, one I will not be part of thank you very much, Dad, Alex understands. "

(F/n) watched his daughter busy herself, a smile forming on his face as he did, "How are your organizations coming along for the wedding?"

(Y/n) looked up at him. "We have our venue, it's Lena's mansion and I have no idea what else needs doing I'm just following Alex cause she's done it before."

" You know, sometimes that's not a bad thing, sometimes it's good like maybe fate was putting her through a training type exercise so that when the real time came with you she would know what to do and when to do it. " (F/n) said when he noticed the small flash of insecurity in his daughter's eyes.

"I know." (Y/n) sighed.

The door sounded signaling the first wave of guests, (Y/n) hoped it was Alex, she'd gotten away with the prison visit Alex had never asked what she had been doing she saw no reason that would change now.

They heard Carter run to the door opening it and letting some people in, (F/n) couldn't tell who it was until he saw the besotted smile on his eldest daughter's face. He rolled his eyes. "As you will be going to welcome your intended, take Amelia and put her in her crib please, she should be good for a few hours until she's hungry again."

"And no eating the food Dad." She reprimanded him before turning away and exiting the kitchen leaving him shaking his head wondering how she did it.