Aiden's pre-Christmas cheer was really starting to get on his nerves. Since the day after Thanksgiving, the lanky blond had started acting as though he was five. Christmas carols would be playing from the moment he got up until the moment he came back from work. Pine and gingerbread scented candles fragranced the air along with the delectable scent of home made fudge and brownies as Aiden attempted to refine his cooking skills. Quite frankly, the whole display made Dan sick.
He absolutely couldn't stand the holiday season. Sure, he used to love it, especially when he was younger, but this past year had left a bitter taste in his mouth. The very words 'Merry Christmas' felt like ash in his mouth when he tried to utter them. Seeing Aiden prance through the dark hallways of their Victorian style house hanging garland made the ash feel like lead. How could he be so happy when Ren was going to die?
Of course, he should be used to such an event. He'd only heard the phrase 'might n