An Interesting Christmas
The clouds were thick blankets of grays and whites. Fluffy looking piles of white every which way one could look. The forecast had said it would rain, and this was definitely not rain. Yet again, the weather station was quite oftenly wrong. James Dylan sat at his bedroom windowsill, looking up as the clouds above spewed flecks of white down into the sky. It was quite a sight, and he would have woken his husband up from his slumber, if he hadn't pulled an all-nighter for the last week and had actually gotten sleep. No, that was not something James was willing to do, and by the looks of it, the snow would last until morning, then he could show his husband.
James had tucked himself in with a absurdly orange blanket his husband, Ryan, had insisted they get. He had a copy of The Picture of Dorian Grey next to him, as well as his reading glasses and a candle. The window seat he was on was one of three (being the central one, as well as the largest) it was (thankfully) a light blue hue, in match with the downstairs library's color scheme of pastel and grayish blues. His husband was (hopefully) still in the master bedroom resting. James looked around him quickly, admiring his favorite place in the house (other than with his husband). There were several (fourteen to be exact, but no one except James was counting) book cases in the middle of the room, as well as six on each wall except the one with Windows which only had four, similar with the one parallel to it which had paintings and a large set of double doors in the stead of the two missing bookcases. Large, somber blue drapes had been pulled aside so that James could see the collecting snow that he knew he'd eventually have to clear a path through (or atleast clear out an area around the front door), but that could wait 'till morning finally came.
However, that idea soon changed, as James focussed on how much snow was collecting he decided it would make sense for him to atleast lessen the amount of snow by the front door, as such the man pushed the fluffy orange blanket off of his legs, picked up one of Ryan's handmade bookmarks (which were basically just small, thin rope that had been beaded into different patterns) putting one of the bookmarks into his book, and grabbing the candle, he walked towards the door, grabbing one of the intricate metal handles and pushed the doors open. He continued to walk through the hallway, past the study, past the kitchen, past the dinning room that they rarely ever used, and into the main hall. The grand staircase standing proudly in the center, a gorgeous golden chandelier hanging above, he walked past it in favor of doing what he'd since set out to do; make the door openable. Hopefully it wouldnt be too hard a feat at the moment.
It was in fact a difficult feat, but one he was grateful to have done now rather to later when it may have been nearing impossible. It's been maybe ten or fifteen minutes since he'd first tried to open the doors, and he'd finally done it. While he felt accomplished, he felt the urge, a pull of sorts, to step outside. Though he knew it irrational, he did such. Steping outside in the snow with minimal clothing (only his pyjamas and mocasins). Shivering for a moment, he heard something. Something faint. Something he'd sworn he'd heard before at the neighbor's house. In the distance, he saw what seemed to be a basket of sorts. Knowing the maids wouldn't have left something out in the snow, and knowing he'd given them all of for today seeing as it was Christmas and they had their own families to be celebrating with. With every step, the sound grew louder. Until steps were strides, and strides were running. The sound growing louder until it grew fainter. As soon as James took one good look at the basket's containments, he reached down quickly, wasting no time, brushed off the snow from the basket, and rushed inside faster than he had ever done before (which proved to be quite difficult with the snow attempting to slow him, but there was a reason he was in track during highschool).
James slammed the door shut as soon as he made it inside. Making his was to the living room as quickly as possible, begining to start up the fireplace, and had made a nest on the couch with several (probably closer to thirty) blankets and pillows (probably thirteen or so) from the closets, and the orange blanket he'd quickly retreived from the library where he'd left it. As the fire began to grow, and he and the basket were in the warm nest of blankets and pillows, he looked down at the basket and what lay inside...
A small, freezing cold infant.
When Ryan had woken up from his sleep (which he'd been forced into by his husband) he'd been unsurprised by the lack of a husband that was in his bed, it was quite normal for James to be down in the library around d this time. No, that was not what had suprised him, what had suprised him was going downstairs to hear the fire crackling, and to see his husband in a nest of blankets and pillows. Even that wasn't all that suprisingm though he'd have to have another talk with him about fire safety, and how he shouldnt leave the fire unsupervised. Of all the suprises and things that could even surprise him at this point, finding a small baby boy wrapped in the best with his husband definitely took the cake. Hell, it took the whole bakery. Where in the world did this child come from? Well that was pretty obvious... But why was he with his husband? That one was much less obvious...