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The Saturday after Thanksgiving, every decoration that had an autumn theme was taken down and stored away.
Nick didn’t need his grimm senses to tell them there was a new charge in the air, or to see that his blutbad friend was practically buzzing with excitement. He did fear that Monroe would end up cracking Adalind’s ribs when he hugged her very tightly after she offered to place a spell that would prevent his various very old and fragile decorations from being damaged.
Having three very active children had had both Monroe and Rosalee concerned about decorating their home with every item they owned. Both were relieved and grateful to the hexenbiest that they could carry on their traditions without fear.
And decorating was able to go fast thanks to plenty of hands to either help place ornaments or tend to children.
The offering of fresh baked cookies and hot apple cider really helped to encourage their friends to pitch in with the holiday festivity preparations.
Seeing everyone eagerly scarf down the treats she had baked gave Adalind a warm feeling because it showed her she was forgiven for the bad she had done. That they no longer saw her as the manipulative hexenbiest but as a friend.
And a provider of good food.
Seeing their friends consume the cookies she baked gave Adalind an idea for something fun the group could do.
Adalind and Diana baked the pieces and then they, along with Nick, assembled them to create gingerbread cottages on tin foil wrapped cardboard pieces the size of dinner plates.
Small bowls filled with candies were placed by each setting.
When Adalind suggested to Nick about having a party where they decorated little gingerbread houses, she had first thought it would be something mostly for the kids.
Nick reminded her that there were some adults in their lives who would jump at the chance to decorate edible structures.
Sometimes Adalind worried about the maturity of her children, when the adults in their lives could never resist playing with toys or swiping candy. It didn’t really make for the best role models.
When everyone began to arrive, they all showed amazement at the set up.
“Oh guys, this looks amazing!” Rosalee exclaimed as the triplets bounded eagerly up to their seats at the table.
There was very little conversation. Everyone’s concentration was fully on their structures. Nick had to chuckle at how even the adults were taking it very seriously.
GRIMM
“Kelly, you’re supposed to be decorating, not eating.” Adalind scolded her son when she saw pieces of his house missing and most of his candy gone.
“It wasn’t me, mama.” Kelly defended. “It was him.” The little boy held up his toy tyrannosaurus.
“Nice try, buddy, but t-rexes are meat eaters, not candy eaters.” Nick told his son. “No more candy for you. You’ll just have to decorate your house with icing.”
“Could you draw a dinosaur for me daddy, please.” Kelly asked.
Using the icing tubes Adalind laid out, Nick helped draw whatever the kids wanted to decorate their gingerbread houses. Kelly asked for a dinosaur on each wall and each side of the roof. Freddie asked for help making red foxes while her brothers, Martin and Felix wanted green wolves.
“Kind of reminds me of my cousins the year they had a whole batch of eggnog with way too much Christmas spirit in it.” Monroe chuckled. “Someone had put brandy in the batch and someone else had added rum. My aunt threatened to call a grimm if they ever pulled a stunt like that again.”
“Well if she’s planning on calling Nick, I don’t see how much of a threat that would be.” Wu snarked. “Maybe if she specifically asked for Trubel.”
Hearing her name, the female grimm looked up from edible structure, which had had her full focus on for quite a while.
“I would think the hangover would be punishment enough.”
“If you had ever met my aunt, you would think she was a threat enough.” Monroe added.
“Did they learn their lesson?” Hank asked.
“Actually, not really. The next year they got a hold of grandad’s Jägermeister. Consumed a large bottle each, then they were begging their mom to call a grimm and end their suffering.”
“Every year they do something stupid, thinking it will be fun and every year they end up miserable.” Rosalee rolled her eyes and prayed her children didn’t inherit the bad decision making of their family members.
“Didn’t you tell me that last year they both spent Christmas in the hospital because they thought it would be fun to sneak into a ski resort and sled down the most dangerous slope?” Nick asked.
Monroe nodded. “They were caught by security, tried to outrun them, or out slide them as the case may be and ended up colliding into some trees. They had to be lifted out by a helicopter and taken to a hospital where they were treated for multiple fractures and yelled at by their mother for their entire stay. She constantly told them they had ruined Christmas, again, and would never forgive them.
And the hospital staff were too scared of my aunt to tell her to let my cousins rest.”
“The staff probably thought your cousins deserved it.” Rosalee said.
“I wonder what they’re going to do this year.” Wu said.
“I’m sure in the next few weeks I’ll be getting a call from my mother, telling me about the newest dumb thing my cousins have done.” Monroe sighed.
“You don’t think multiple broken bones made them learn their lesson?” Adalind asked.
“They’re thick headed. I don’t think even death would make them learn their lesson.”
Monroe didn’t want to bring it up, because he wasn’t sure it would happen; but his mother had mentioned that she told his aunt about Monroe knowing two grimms, one of whom was married to a hexenbiest and his aunt had implied that she wanted to visit and meet them all.
If she visited, there was no doubt she would be bringing his daredevil cousins, and there was no telling what kind of mischief they could cause.