The weather outside the ship was cold the whipping wind didn’t make it any better. The But inside you both were, trying to construct the perfect gingerbread house, with frosted windows and gumdrop lights even the cute crusted fencing for the outside… if only Ace would stop eating all the frosting.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! Stop hitting me!” He whined as you slapped at his shoulder again, the frosting coating his lips as he laughed. He wasn’t sorry at all.