Day 11 of Christmas: The night before Christmas
WARNING: this doesn’t fit both the night before christmas or scrooge!mccree sorry
It was the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children have nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
But in the house you shared with your husband, it looked as dull as ever. He didn’t like the holidays. None of them. He hated them all. People often compared him to the Scrooge for being so rude to people around the holidays.
Still, you stayed with him like a loyal significant other. The number of times you tried to leave him was alarmingly huge.
But now you had enough. You missed the holiday spirit you usually had. Or maybe you were just sick of him.
But at this point, it didn’t matter. You were leaving him. One thing you didn’t expect, was that he’d return from work early.
He caught you packing your bags.
“Darlin’, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice cold. You gasped in surprise, turning around to look at him.
“I… I’m leaving you,” you breathed out. “And, why?” he stepped closer. You took a step back, “You… You’re rude a-and you don’t care about me anymore-” you said. “You think I don’t care ‘bout you, sweetheart?” Jesse asked, moving even closer.
You weakly nodded and he frowned. “Alright… I can see why you want to leave,” he sighed and you looked him in the eyes.
“I haven’t been the best husband lately,” he admitted, “But… Give me another chance and tomorrow… We can get decorations n’ stuff, whatever you want. I’ll even smile at some kids for ya,”
Now it was up to you. Would you accept his offer or continue packing?