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It was Christmas Eve at Duckies bar, a place where you walked in as strangers, but at the end of the night, you were family. The air inside was warm, and the smell of pine and cinnamon filled the air. The soft hum of Christmas music mingled with the sound of conversations and laughter of the patrons. The bar was decked out in Christmas lights and a small but beautiful tree that was in the corner of the bar. Behind the bar, Foster and her older brother Dawson mixed drinks with ease while chatting to customers. Foster's laughter rang out through the air as she passed out a new drink she had made, a peppermint martini just in time for the holiday season. Her eyes catching those of her girlfriend, who was sitting close by cleaning glasses. There was a special kind of magic in the air tonight, a kind of magic that was only possible by being with those you love.
In the back, Foster's older sister Mia, who was the heart and soul of the kitchen, was carefully decorating cookies to serve to the hungry guests with holiday cheer. Despite being in a wheelchair, Mia was a force of nature who always made people smile and brought both good energy and vibes. She rolled out of the kitchen and up to the bar, catching her little sister and her girlfriend enjoying a quiet moment together.
“Hey, lovebirds.” She called, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I've got an idea.”
Foster raised her eyebrows, a look of concern etched on her face. “What kind of idea?” she asked, worried about what her sister was planning.
“Oh, you know, something to make this night a little more interesting, a Christmas tradition, if you will.” Mia said, a grin playing on her lips,
Dawson, overhearing this conversation from across the bar, walked over, intrigued by what his sister was planning. “Uh-oh, what do you have in mind?” he asked with a knowing look.
Before Foster could ask any more questions, Mia quickly pulled out a sprig of mistletoe, and with a quick flick of her wrist, managed to place it above Foster and Blue. She smiled, proud of her handiwork, before looking at both Blue and Foster expectantly. Blue blushed, her cheeks turning a dark shade of pink as she realized what had just happened.
“Mia, you didn't.” She exclaimed, trying hard to suppress her laughter.
“Oh, I most certainly did.” Mia said, rolling her eyes and nudging her brother, who was sitting beside her looking just as amused, “Now what's the rule, Foster? I think I forgot.”
Foster opened her mouth, and her eyes narrowed in surprise. “Mia, I think you crossed the—” but before she could finish her sentence, Dawson cut her off.
“You do still remember the rule, right, Foster?” He asked, “If you and another person are caught under the mistletoe, you have to kiss; it's tradition.”
Blue chuckled and turned to her girlfriend, her heart fluttering at the thought of kissing her in front of everyone. “Guess we don't have a choice, do we?” She teased, raising an eyebrow.
Foster stepped closer and let out a small laugh, her eyes softening. “Guess not.” Her voice was low, the playful teasing replaced by something deeper.
The entire bar grew silent, waiting for the moment when their lips would meet, a mixture of curiosity and amusement on their faces. “Now come on, you too, don't be shy now.” Mia's voice broke the silence; both women could hear the smile in her voice and knew she was enjoying this moment. “Don't leave us here waiting.”
Foster could feel Blue's warm breath on her lips as they stood only a few inches apart. The teasing had melted away, and all that was left in its place was the love between them. With a smile, Foster cupped Blue's face in her hands and leaned in but did not yet close the distance. “Merry Christmas, Blue,” she whispered and finally met Blue's lips with her own. The kiss was sweet and tender, and the crowd roared around them, but they didn't seem to notice, too lost in each other and this moment. As they pulled apart, Blue grinned, her cheeks still flushed from the kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Foster,” she said, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
“See, was that so hard?” Mia laughed, clapping her hands from the spot where she sat.
Dawson raised his glass to them. “To Christmas love,” he said, a touch of humor in his voice.
Foster and Blue laughed, and the bar once again filled with conversations. The kiss was a little gift that Foster and Blue could give each other on this special night, a reminder of the love they shared.
“Alright, but just so you know, I am getting you back for this next year, Mia.” Foster said, shaking her head in mock annoyance,
Mia raised her eyebrow and smirked at her little sister, “I'll be ready for you.”
The bar was alive with laughter, joy, and the warmth of family. Outside, the snow began to fall softly, but inside of the small little bar, it was all about family, love, and tradition, and spending the holidays with those who made it special.