Title: Home for the Holidays
Author: Dragon_Within
Rating: G
Summary: Jean thinks about her home during the holiday.
Disclaimer: Marvels owns. I covet.
A/N: I got creative (or crazy, whichever you prefer) and used all the prompts (at least, I think I got them all!) See if you can find them.

Silent Night, Holy Night
All is calm, All is bright

'Silent Night' was one of Jean's favorite Christmas hymns, but tonight she could find no joy in the tune. Perhaps it was because the song echoed repeatedly in her head. More than likely, it was because the song reminded her too much of her family and the fact that she wasn't with them this Christmas.

Jean climbed out of bed and padded barefoot over to the window. Normally she'd wear slippers, as the polished hardwood floors were quite chilly in the middle of the night, but tonight the cold suited her mood. She stared out the window, taking in the way that the moonlight made the icicles that hung from the limbs of a nearby tree branch glisten like diamonds. Everything was quiet, the trees, the air, everything, even the snow, which lay on the ground like a thick carpet, all pristine and white.

Suddenly, Jean had the urge to run outside and play. She remembered how, as a child, she and her sister would take turns on the sled, slipping and sliding down the hill behind their house, whooping with delight as the cold wind painted their cheeks and noses a bright cherry red. When it was close to sunset, or they were almost too cold to move, (whichever came first), they would finally head inside where their mother greeted them with a warm cup of cocoa or maybe some spiced cider.

When Jean and her sister deemed themselves too old to play in the snow, they would help their mother to decorate the house. It was usually Jean's job to hang the garland from the eaves of the house, although no one mentioned the fact that she used her telekinetic powers for that. Her father would always fuss over the lights, while Jean and her sister took turns hanging ornaments on the tree. There was usually a tinsel fight that left strands of the silvery stuff all over the carpet, but no one really seemed to mind. Jean wasn't much for baking, so she left that to her mother and sister, while she played Christmas music for them on the family piano.

Jean's mother always went above and beyond what was needed for a family of four at dinner. Laughter filled the air as they would share stories of shopping nightmares over a glass of wine, or coffee, and then finally curl up with some blankets in front of the fireplace while watching their favorite Christmas movies. After waking up the next morning, Christmas Day, there was always a noisy flurry of activity as they would all rip into their packages and ooh and ahh over each other's gifts.

Jean gave a little lonely sigh, almost overwhelmed by the nostalgic feelings. She turned back towards her bed to find a pair of sleepy eyes watching her. As dark as they were, Logan's eyes glittered like candles in the moonlight. She slid into the comfort of his embrace, shivering slightly when he touched her, his warm hand gliding over her protruding belly.

She smiled softly, thinking about her family. Christmas was just another day on the calendar to some people, but not to her and it wouldn't be for her baby. She had plenty of family traditions to pass on: hanging the lights, decorating the tree, baking, and eating, wrapping and unwrapping gifts. So many things to share with her new family.

Jean smiled again. She'd been feeling nostalgic and a bit sad about not being home for the holidays, but then she realized that here, now, with Logan and their child, she was home.