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Kakyoin paced back and forth. There was so much to be done.
It was their first Christmas as a married couple. They needed to get to Kakyoin’s parents' house a spend an appropriate amount of time with them before they went to the Kujo house. Even though Kakyoin’s parents didn’t celebrate Christmas as extensively as Holly, they still acted snubbed when Kakyoin and Jotaro chose to go to his family for Christmas. It drove Kakyoin nuts.
However, his family was just the tip of the iceberg; a giant, exhausting iceberg. After visiting with them, they needed to make the rounds with the Joestar family. Mr. Joestar would no doubt pry about when he could expect his first great-grandchild now that they were married. Kakyoin still wasn’t sure what he was going to say to him even though he knew the question was coming.
They needed to bring food and presents and look happy but not be too gooey in front of the more important guests.
To add even more pressure, Avdol and Polnareff were coming to see them for the first time since they got married. Kakyoin wasn’t sure why but the thought of seeing them again after so many years frayed his nerves. They had been so important to him. He wanted to look and act his best around them. He wanted to show that he was doing well.
Kakyoin continued to pace back and forth. Two weeks. He needed to get through two weeks of visiting and awkward questions and performing for guests. He would survive the next two weeks, then he would lock himself and Jotaro inside for all of January.
Jotaro brought the last of their bags to the genkan.
“Is everything unplugged?” Kakyoin asked. Jotaro nodded. “The trash?” He asked.
“Took it out last night.”
“The mail-“ Kakyoin counted on his fingers. “The lights?”
“I requested the post office hold our mail. Everything is turned off.”
Kakyoin nodded, wracking his brain for anything else. He grabbed the doorknob to the front door but paused before turning it.
“Is there any milk in the fridge?”
Jotaro shook his head. “I finished it off this morning.”
Kakyoin sighed. “Good, good. Let’s go, then.”
He opened the front door to be faced with a wall of white. Only the top inch or so of the door frame was clear of snow. It must have been nearly 7 feet tall.
Kakyoin stood frozen as he looked over the imprint of their front door engraved into the snow.
Jotaro reached from behind him and gently shut the door, then locked it.
Kakyoin blinked at the now-closed door. He couldn’t find the strength to move.
“The weather forecast was wrong,” Jotaro mumbled.
A sound reminiscent of a broken clarinet escaped Kakyoin’s mouth.
“I’ll go plug everything back in,” Jotaro said.
They had to make an endless amount of calls and apologies. The entire town was snowed in. It would take days to dig everyone out, especially with it being so close to Christmas.
Jotaro tended to Kakyoin, who was hanging on by a thread. Christmas had become so important to him, and it was their first Christmas as a real family. Were they really going to spend it alone, stuck inside?
Jotaro tucked him into the couch with a few blankets. They watched the local news, which told them about the freak snowstorm that no one saw coming.
They were doing fairly well for themselves. Kakyoin had taken care to stock the pantry with nonperishables so that he wouldn’t have to do a ton of shopping when they finally got back from traveling. Jotaro took care to prep their pipes to keep them from freezing.
They were well stocked on wine and champagne; leftover wedding gifts from weeks before. Although, it wasn't as if Kakyoin could drink any of it at the moment.
Jotaro sat by his side and pressed a mug of hot chocolate into his hand. Kakyoin sipped at it and sniffled. He had been holding back tears ever since they opened the front door.
“This is horrible!” He groaned into the mug.
“Sorry,” Jotaro muttered. “We’re out of milk. I used hot water.”
Kakyoin sighed. “Not the hot chocolate! This! Being stuck here! Missing our first Christmas!”
“It’s not our first Christmas together,” Jotaro answered him.
Kakyoin rubbed at his stomach. “You know what I mean,” he pouted.
Jotaro leaned down and kissed him. “I do,” he said. “But I don’t think I mind it this way.”
“What do you mean? Don’t you like Christmas?”
Jotaro brushed Kakyoin’s hair out of his face. “You were stressed.”
Kakyoin shooed his hand away. “Everyone’s stressed,” Kakyoin grumbled. “That’s how Christmas works.”
Jotaro scoffed a little. He leaned down and kissed Kakyoin, which made him feel a little better.
“We can let ourselves be stressed next year,” Jotaro murmured to him. “But this year… I don’t mind staying in and relaxing.”
Kakyoin smiled at him a little. He gave one last, albeit weak, protest. “It’s our first Christmas as a family.”
Jotaro smiled the softest smile. His hand settled on Kakyoin’s stomach. “Our family is right here,” he murmured before gently kissing Kakyoin.
Kakyoin smiled. Perhaps a quiet Christmas would be acceptable, just this once.