Maybe {Logicality}

Flashback (Patton's POV)

(Thank you all for your concern and kind words, and I managed to get this chapter out on time!)

1 year ago

"Its Christmas!" I yelled, jumping out of my bed and scrambling to the kitchen.

I darted around gathering ingredients to make eggnog pancakes. 2 cups of flour, 1 tablespoon baking powder, 1 teaspoon salt, ¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg, 2 large eggs, ¼ cup of vegetable oil and, most importantly, 2 cups eggnog! I'm not egg-xaggerating when I say these pancakes are good!

Once the first batch is cooking, I pull out the giant gingerbread house! I made it last night after everyone else was asleep. A candycane and chocolate door was on the front with red and black licorice windows. Icing icicles hung from the roof and windows. A red gummy chimney sat on top with marshmallow smoke coming out. Small candies were stuck all over the roof. And of course the whole thing was covered in edible glitter!

I set it on the table and went to flip the pancakes.

Next I got out the sugar cookies we all decorated. Roman liked decorating the reindeer and making them all fancy! Virgil liked decorating the stars cause they were simple and he said he couldn't mess them up. The kids didn't have a favorite and just went wild with the frosting and sprinkles! Logan liked decorating the snowflakes. He made them look realistic and cool with frost patterns and sugar crystals.

I set them down next to the gingerbread house and turned to put the pancakes on a plate. Setting them on the table, I turned to open the fridge. I grabbed the syrups, fruit, whipped cream and other pancake stuff and set it on the table.

Then, as always, the kids rushed down to sort the presents under the tree. I laughed and went upstairs to wake up the others.

I knocked on Roman's door first, "Merry Christmas kiddo! Breakfast is done!"

"Okay! I'll be down in a sec! Merry Christmas!" I heard as the response.

Next I skipped over to Virgil's room, "Hey kiddo! Breakfast is ready!"

The anxious trait opened his door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "Hey pat..."

I giggled, "Merry Christmas kiddo!"

Virgil smiled and gave a tired chuckle, "Merry Christmas."

Lastly, I went to Logan's room.

"Hey Logan?" I said, knocking on the indigo door, "Breakfast is ready."

No response.

"Logan?" I opened the door and smiled.

The smart trait was asleep on his desk, glasses askew and hair sticking up everywhere. A few half-wrapped presents sat on his desk among pieces of tape and wrapping paper. I nearly 'awwed' out loud.

I giggled and shook his shoulder, "Logan, wake up, it's Christmas."

Logan mumbled something incoherent and buried his face further into his arms, effectively knocking off his glasses. I couldn't help but smile. He was just so darn cute!

"What's taking to long, Padre?" Roman asked, poking his head into the room.

"I can't get Logan to wake up." I said.

Roman smirked, "leave it to me."

I stepped aside and Roman went to stand next to the sleeping trait.

"HO HO HO! MERRY BITCHMAS EVERYONE! LET'S ALL GATHER AROUND THE FIRE ROASTING CHESTNUTS AND HANGING UP STOCKINGS ON THE MANTEL PLACE, HIDING IN OUR LITTLE BEDS AND DREAMING OF SUGAR PLUMS AT NIGHT!"

Logan shot up with a yelp, falling backwards in his chair and landing on the ground.

"Roman!" Logan and I scolded at the same time.

The fanciful trait just smiled and walked out, "hurry up you two, pancakes are getting cold."

I shook my head, "are you okay Logan?"

Logan sat up, nodding, "yes, I believe I am fine, Patton."

"Okay." I spotted his glasses, "Oh! Here's your glasses!"

"Thank you," he said putting them on, "Do you know what that whole... thing was?"

"Oh yeah!" I said, "Its Christmas! I tried to wake you, but you didn't get up, so Roman came in and- yeah."

Logan hummed and nodded. Then froze.

"Its Christmas?!"

I nodded and watched as he frantically gathered the presents, mumbling to himself. He dropped one of the gifts in his rush. Logan cursed and tried to pick it up, but it only caused more to tumble out.

"Do you need some help, Logan?" I asked.

He gave a defeated sigh, "yes."

I giggled and grabbed a few of the presents from his arms, "how much sleep did you get last night?"

"Well, I had to finish the gifts and then wrap them, that took roughly six hours, and I started right after dinner, so..." Logan thought out loud, "I fell asleep sometime around one am."

"Logan! I'm surprised at you!" I yelled, "You're usually the one to always stick to your sleep schedule!"

The smart trait grimaced, "yes, and I believe I will pay for it."

I giggled. We walked out and set the gifts down. After we had put them in their proper place under the tree, we sat down with the others at the table.

"Oh finally! We can eat!" Roman exclaimed.

I smiled at him and Virgil, the latter gave a shy smile back. We began to eat and chat. The kids talked about what they thought they got.

After breakfast and cookies, we went to open gifts.

"We should go oldest to youngest this year!" Pranks shouted.

Roman looked confused, "Aren't we all the same age though?"

"Well, except for the kids..." Virgil mumbled.

"Yes, but the four of us," Roman gestured to the adults," aren't we the same age?"

I shook my head and laughed, "Nope! I'm the oldest!"

"I am six months younger." Logan said.

"But- but-" Roman stammered, "Virgil and I- we never- we- what?"

I laughed, "You and Virge are the same age!"

"WHAT!" they screeched in unison.

The kids and I laughed while Logan let out a small chuckle.

"You two are younger than Logan by a year," I explained.

Roman and Virgil glared at each oth we for a moment.

"Can we open gifts now?" Imaj asked.

Pranks smirked, "If Roman and Vee don't kill each other, then maybe."