Camp Camp One Shots

Neil x Reader - Happy Hanukkah (Winter 2019 Series)

The door of the wooden cabin was slightly ajar. Thin, maroon curtains were drawn over each window, and a faint, flickering light could be seen through one. The roof was covered in a thick layer of snow, and large icicles hung still from the sides of the eaves. The snow was falling in large flakes, and you were brought back from reality as a chunk of snow fell from the roof and landed right in front of you, barely missing your head and dropping at your feet. There you were, standing in two feet of snow. The snow stung at your legs and soaked through your pants, but you didn't notice the throbbing pain as you stared at the door. You wondered if the door was left open on purpose, and acted as an invite in, or if it was just a mistake, caused by faulty construction or the blowing wind. You took a step forward and reached for the door. Considering your current circumstances, there was a very small chance that the open door acted as an invite in. You felt a wave of heat coming from within as you pushed open the wooden door. It opened with a soft creak, and as you stepped in your boots made loud thuds against the hollow wooden floor and dropped clumps of snow onto the perfectly clean floor. You would clean it later. The smell of gingerbread mingled with burning wood greeted your senses and brought back memories of home. You turned to your left, where you saw the all too familiar fireplace against the far wall. A strong fire was lit, and the air was filled with the sounds of crackling wood. You unzipped your fur lined parka and tucked it under your arm before making your way to it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted your husband, sitting on the sofa. You stood with your hands behind your back, facing the fire and ignoring the man behind you.
After a minute of silence, you spoke up. "What a beautiful fire. You did well on it tonight." No response. You turned to your husband. He was leaned forward on the edge of the couch, staring straight ahead into the fire, with a mug full of brown liquid in his hands. The reflection of the fireplace shone in his glasses and illuminated his blue eyes. You sighed. "Neil... I'm sorry, okay?"
His blue eyes flickered up to you for a split second, and then back to the fire.
You looked at him. He had a pensive look on his face. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. He was obviously not satisfied with your simple apology.
You cleared your throat and began to walk towards the coat rack in the corner. After hanging up your coat, you walked back over to the fireplace area and sat down on the sofa. You sat next to him, but kept a considerable distance away.
"Neil, I was wrong." That got his attention. Neil loved when people admitted when he was right. "It was wrong of me to not call out of work on such a special night. I know how much hanukkah means to you, and I should have respected that. I'm sorry."
You noticed the corners of Neil's mouth curl ever so slightly upward, but his expression faded as soon as it came. He was trying to prove a point, and he was damn good at it. However, you were pretty straightforward with him, so there was not much more you could say to get through to him.
You edged close to your husband and leaned in. You planted a single, soft kiss on his cheek before standing up, and turning to face him. "I'll be in our room. Come get me when you're ready to light the menorah." You began to walk towards your room, leaving your husband behind. Halfway through the living room, you turned around to face the fireplace once more, and noticed that Neil was grinning softly. You smiled softly to yourself. You had broke him. "Happy Hanukkah, Neil."