Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 13: Secret Santa

Cookie's POV

First thing in the morning, Gracie woke me up early to see what Santa left for us. I could hear Clint and Karen in the kitchen, so before Gracie and I went out, I gave her a little talk about how the boys now knew that she was my daughter, so we didn't have to pretend to be sisters around them anymore. She didn't seem to remember last night at the party that she accidentally called me mom, and I did not tell her either. I did not blame her for anything that happened last night, I was just happy that she didn't hear the commotion or wake up from it.

We had a special breakfast before opening our stockings. The first thing that Vikki and I opened was a thin book wrapped at the top of our stocking. We opened it at the same time, and it was a book called Twin Telepathy.

"Twin Telepathy?" Vikki laughed.

"What's telepathy?" Gracie asked.

"It means that twins, like your mom and Aunt Vikki, can read each other's minds and feel each other's pain. Such as saying things at the same time and having the same dreams." Karen explained. Her and Clint chuckled a bit, letting us know that it was supposed to be a joke.

"But we don't do that." Vikki and I said at the same time. We stared at each other and continued saying simultaneously, "it's impossible."

It is already weird hearing Vikki talk and hearing my voice, but listening to us say the same thing at the same time gave me goosebumps, and seeing Gracie's confused and freaked out face was priceless, the best gift of them all.

Clint and Karen were very excited to show Gracie that Santa had come while she was sleeping. We do have Santa in Scotland, and it isn't much different than Santa in America. But they were so excited for him to come to life for Gracie, that they had "Santa" fill up everyone's stockings with delicious goodies and little trinkets.

We weren't due for the Curtis house for another few hours, but the brunch Karen and Clint had planned on us going to was cancelled due to the fiasco from last night. Instead, Vikki and I decided to teach Clint and Karen a little bit about Christmas in Scotland. We told Darry that we were going to make some famous Scottish Christmas dishes for dessert, and he seemed excited. Probably because he won't have to cook everything.

One thing about Christmas dishes in Scotland, is I did not realize how much booze we used for every dessert until Vikki and I were figuring out the ingredients for every dish. Man, every Scot is truly an alcoholic. Well, almost.

We made Clootie Dumpling, a boozy sherry trifle, Christmas Cake, and a few different kinds of pudding that seemed to have booze in every recipe. It's fine, the gang are all basically alcoholics anyways. We even added pennies to the dumpling, which has always been fun for us growing up. We just had to remember to tell the guys that were pennies in the dumplings, so they don't break their teeth.

Karen helped us pack it all into a cute little basket with a lid. I put my wrapped present in the basket as well, and Vikki put in an envelope. We didn't tell Clint or Karen that Dally was probably going to be at the house, otherwise they would never let us go. We still had not come to a decision about the restraining order, it seemed too drastic.

We love Grace, but we didn't want to bring her just in case Dally would be there. He was so angry, I was afraid that he would hurt her. Vulnerable children are constantly on his victim list. I can take care of myself, but Grace cannot. She's just a baby. She would be a trigger for him, so we told her she had to stay with Karen and frost sugar cookies with her, which she wasn't upset about.

Clint offered to drive us to the house, but we did not want them to know that they were greasers, living on the east side. Clint seemed to have bonded with Darry over their love for sports, and Karen could not stop talking about Soda, and how she thought it was gallant of Two to help me calm down. But the kicker was that they thought they were Socs. I have no idea what they would think if they found out that they are greasers, I love them but they are very big sticklers on social class.