Gingerbread
Kinsay James; 2109


A gingerbread scented candle spreading its sweetness throughout the flat, hot cocoa with itsy bitsy mini-marshmallows in self-heated mugs, and a classic Christmas movie playing on TV — these were a few of her favorite things.

Kins wrapped herself around Flynn like a cat. “I think this one’s my favorite so far,” she whispered as the March sisters walked across the meadow hand-in-hand. The book had always been her favorite, but she hadn’t expected the movie to live up to it.

The Whitlock-James London residence had taken to watching Christmas movies all month long. It had been Flynn’s idea - they’d write down their favorites and pull from a bowl whenever they were itching for a cozy night in. And with her draining university schedule, these nights in with Flynn were some of Kinsay’s most coveted.

Little Woman was exactly what she needed tonight. And while Kins silently wished she could be a Jo, she knew quite well that she was an Amy. Meanwhile, Flynn’s attention shamelessly belonged to Laurie in full.

Snuggling against her, Flynn smiled. “I knew you’d love it.”