Prompt: First Christmas with Sy as Newlyweds ft. mistletoes kisses requested by @madbaddic7ed and she also mentioned that maybe there was a chance that he wasn’t going to be able to come home for their first christmas together, so I ran with it.
Rating: PG-13, Warnings: drinking, depression, suggestive language, general angst.
A/n: listen to Christmas Makes me Cry by Kacey Musgraves to get me into the mood. un-edited all mistakes are my own.
“It's the ones we miss, no one to kiss under the mistletoe, Another year gone by, just one more that I, I couldn't make it home, And I know that they say, "Have a happy holiday", And every year, I swear I sincerely try, Oh, but Christmas, it always makes me cry, Always”
You took another sip of the your glass of wine, the twinkle of the Christmas lights taunting you as the blinked in and out slowly. A sad Christmas song played in the background as you reread Sy’s latest letter. Tears stained the paper as you leaned forward to set your empty glass on the coffee table and then tossed the letter on the table there next to it.
You didn’t blame Sy, you couldn’t. You’d known what you’d signed on for when you married him and while you didn’t regret it at all, you were still heartbroken that he wasn’t going to be home for your first Christmas together as newlyweds. The worst part of it was that you’d been expecting him to home tomorrow, instead you’d received a letter telling you that not only would he miss Christmas, but he’d most likely be deployed another most at least.
You rubbed your eyes for a moment, sighing as your mascara smeared along your fingers. You stood up, grabbed your wine and made your way to your bedroom. Placing the glass on the dresser, you slide open the closet door and ran your hand over the clothes in your husbands side of the closet, curling your fingers into your favorite of his sweaters and taking it from the hanger. Slipping it on over your head, you moved to slip into bed before you pulled the sweater up to your nose and breathed in deeply, eagerly chasing any lingering smell of Sy. Sighing as the last tendrils of his scent tickle your nose, you burrow under the covers, forgetting you wine and pull his pillows into your arms, burying your face in it.
The fact that Christmas is literally just days away, means that every little thing that you looked forward to doing with Sy now taunts you. Your ice skating passes go unused, as you can’t bring to surround yourself with all the couples that are sure to out and about. You’ve watched through all Christmas baking shows on Netflix, baked a few batches of Christmas cookies in an attempt to distract yourself from the fact that you’re alone and your husband is risking his life an ocean away from you.
Christmas eve finally rolls around and you’re more than ready for the holidays to be over. Because since your husbands letter it’s only mad you sad. Putting on Love Actually for probably the 10th time this week, you make yourself a mug of cocoa and settle onto the couch in Sy’s sweater, that you’d spritzed with his cologne size the first time you slipped into it.
You pull the faux fur blanket up around you and cup your mug in your cold hands. About halfway into the movie, the chime of the doorbell interrupts. You pause the movie and wait for a moment to see if whoever is at the door will be insistent of if they’ll leave. After two more rings of the doorbell, you set your cocoa down and pad over to the door. Opening it just a bit, you peek out of the door and gasp when you see your husband standing at the door. You’re unable to form words as he smiles at you.
“Surprised, Bug?” he asks, smiling at you crookedly.
You nod, slowly, emotions washing over you one right after another.
“Bug?” he asks, concern covering his face as he steps closer.
“I just can’t believe that you’re here,” you whisper, letting the door fall open some more. Sy takes in your appearance and his face softens as he steps into your space.
“Bug, I’m here. I’m home,” he says, pulling you into his arms. You cling to him as everything spills over and tears pour down your cheeks.
Sy just holds you until your done, rubbing your back soothingly as your breathing evens out and you pull away to look at him.
“So you’re home for Christmas?” you ask, softly as he cups your face and thumbs away your tears.
“Through New Year’s, I ship back out the 2nd of January,” he says with a smile.
You fish for words until your push out, “How?”
He smiles, “Let’s just call it a Christmas miracle, alright?”
You chuckle, “Alright. I’ll take it.”
He chuckles and strokes your cheek again. “I missed ya so much, Bug, I’m sorry that this first year hasn’t been what we planned it to be.”
You shake your head, “I don’t wanna think about it anymore, I just wanna spend time with you while I’ve got you here.”
He nods, “Alright, Bug. I’ve got one more surprise for ya.”
You smile, “really?”
He nods and reaches behind his back, bringing his hand back with a sprig of mistletoe in it and holds it above your heads.
You smile up at him as he smirks at you.
“Merry Christmas, Bug,” he murmurs, lifting your chin gently.
You slide your hands up his chest and wrap your arms around your neck. “Merry Christmas, baby,” you reply, pressing up on your tiptoes to meet his lips. He quickly tosses the mistletoe over his shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist tightly. You pull apart moments later, breathing heavily.
“God I missed doing that,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours.
You smile, “Come inside and I can show you what else you missed.”
He smirks and pulls away to pick up his bag. “Yes, ma’am.”
You giggle and turn to go back into the house, Sy hot on your heels as the two of your are ready to ring in Christmas with a bang.
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