oldest brother lifted one brow at him. "I said it was silly, not that I wouldn't do it."
Mac placed a hand over the one that Ian had placed on Kerry's without question but sensed Roarke's hesitance until he looked to Ryan and then finally placed his hand on Mac's. "Ry?"
"Deirdre yells when we make sparks." Ryan warned but slowly did complete the circle of five by placing his hand on top and finished the spell that he knew Kerry would have casted silently. "Nollaig shona (Happy Christmas)."
As it always happened when they combined powers, a shower of bright sparkles lit the sky.
"Blessed be," Kerry whispered, looking at his brothers as the unspoken went between them. "Let's go in before Deirdre calls Gramps."
"Lord, that's all I need." Mac muttered, reaching for the doorknob and sighing. "By next Christmas we'll have all this crap settled, Kerry."
Looking back at his brothers, Kerry could only hope so but right then he was content that they were together for Christmas, safe and as Ryan dumped one more handful of snow on Ian, happy.
"Nollaig shona, Mum and Da." he murmured, stepping into the warmth of Fitzgaren manor to see Roarke, ignoring that he was snow covered and wet, scoop Jessica up into his arms for a kiss that even just a few months previous he wouldn't have done in front of them.
"C'mon, Doc, drag Ry and Kid Wonder-Stomach into the kitchen." Maggie urged with a laugh. "Deirdre has hot drinks ready."
As Maggie got his brothers moving, Kerry waited for one final moment for casting a simple spell that lit the single candles in every window in the manor.
"Merry Christmas to everyone." he whispered, heading toward the kitchen and not seeing the smiling forms of his parents in the front room where they had always sat by the fire.
Toryn watched his sons a moment longer before looking at his wife. "We raised them well enough, Brenna my love."
"They're happy and safe, despite being too proud and stubborn like their father to admit it." she laughed at his scowl, lighting the large tree that had also always been a tradition. "Merry Christmas, my darling boys." she whispered before they shimmered out, leaving the sounds of laughter echoing in the house.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and A Wonderful New Year to one and all!
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