Title: Ma Vecchio's Christmas Album    

Title: Ma Vecchio's Christmas Album  

Author: Cloudwalker 

Rating: G 

Codes: m/m 

Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio 

Part: 1/1 

Teaser: Christmas pictures, Vecchio family 

Archive: Hexwood 

Disclaimer: This work of fanfiction is mine, even if some studio or  

 production company claims the rights to the characters. 

 The only profit I stand to make is feedback. 

  

  

  

  

Ma Vecchio's Christmas Album 

by the Cloudwalker 

Photo #1 

The kitchen is bright and cheery. Francesca stands with a sheet of cookies
ready for the oven. They are her own recipe, made only for Christmas and
given as gifts to close friends as well as being served at the traditional
family gathering. She has been hard at work for hours, and looks tired but
happy, or perhaps content is a better word. A smudge of flour left behind
after pushing her hair back from her face only serves to accentuate the
beauty of her soft brown eyes.	

  

Photo #2 

The backyard is a riot of color: the coats, hats, scarves, and mittens of
the children a kaleidoscope in wool. The fresh, heavy snow is perfect for
making snowmen. One of the boys tussles with the wolf over possession of a
stick the young man intends as arms for his snowman; Dief will eventually
let him win, but the game is too much fun to let go quickly.  

  

Photo #3 

Ma is adding seasonings to the meat sauce, as Maria kneads bread dough for
dinner rolls and Frannie uses a shiny metal spatula to remove piping-hot
cookies from a baking sheet onto wire racks to cool. Maria's three
kids--and their Uncle Raysit at the table, sandwiches and chips in front
of them. The Mountie is up to his elbows in dishwater, doing the only job
Ma will allow him, while his wolf lolls under the table, waiting for one
of the kidsor Rayto drop something edible. In the window, a faint
reflection can be seen. It's Tony, standing in the doorway, face half
obscured by his camera. 

  

Photo #4 

Ray, no coat on, standing in the driveway behind his pride and joy, a
green 1972 Buick Riviera. He isn't looking at the car, however, but at the
upper story windows of the house his late father left to him, and which
still housed his entire family; mother, sisters, brother-in-law, nieces
and nephews. Right now, Ray is concerned that said nieces and nephews may
be peeking instead of sleeping. The Riv's trunk is partway opened, and
several packages of toys can be glimpsed. 

  

Photo #5 

The dark wood banister is entwined with evergreen rope adorned with tiny
colored lights. Ray leads Benny and Dief up the stairs, a large plate with
a glass of eggnog and several examples of his mother's and sisters'
holiday specialty baked goods balanced precariously in one hand, a
steaming pot of chamomile tea in the other. Benny carries his knapsack and
bedroll of Hudson's Bay point blankets. Dief sheds bits of brightly
colored paper and scraps of ribbon from the gift-wrapping marathon just
completed. Just at the edge of the picture, snow can be seen falling
outside, through the window in the locked front door. 

  

Photo #6 

Ray glances over his shoulder, expression smug. He is indeed hiding
something. It is a small package, which he had just finished wrapping. The
Mountie slumbers unaware, his wolf snoring near his feet. Ray's final
Christmas secret has been successfully kept.