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Hap-Hap-Happiest Christmas [Peter Mills]🎄

Description: Peter and Y/N miss having Christmas like when they were kids.

"Mills! What's for dinner?" Cruz asks.

Peter was standing at the island looking through a cookbook. He was trying to find a new recipe to try.

He looks up at Cruz and shrugs.

"I guess we will have to see."

Cruz sighs and turns to Y/N who is sitting next to him reading her book.

"Y/N, what's for dessert?"

Y/N closes her book and looks at Cruz.

"Joe, you know you will eat whatever I make. What difference does it make?"

"I am curious. And hungry."

Y/N chuckles and gets up from the table. She walks over to their cabinet to look through it.

"Uh guys?" She says.

Everyone perks up and Y/N turns towards them.

"Someone went through our food. There's pretty much nothing left but ingredients that aren't worth anything."

Everyone gathers around her and the cabinet and groans.

"I'm telling you guys. It has got to be first shift." Otis says.

"Our lock is even on the floor!"

Y/N looks over at Peter, who shrugs.

"I guess we will have to take a ride."

Chief Boden and both Lieutenant's walk into the common room to see what's going on.

"What's going on?"

"Chief! Someone went through our food and trashed it all. What are we supposed to do for Christmas dinner now?!" Mouch asks.

Chief Boden glances at Casey and Severide who both nod.

"Mills, Y/L/N. Do you guys mind taking a ride to the store. I'll give you guys money out of the account."

Y/N nods and walks over to grabs her jacket.

"Yes Chief, we will take the Ambulance and keep our radios on in case we catch a call."

"Does anyone have any special requests?" Peter asks, following Y/N.

"I want apple pie!" Otis replies.

"Yeah, can we have a cake roll too?"

"No we should have pumpkin pie!"

"It's Christmas not Thanksgiving!"

Y/N and Peter share a eye roll before heading out to the rig.

§§§

"Okay Pete. I've got my stuff in the oven. Is there anything I can do to help you?" Y/N asks.

Peter was making sweet potato casserole at the moment. Honestly there is nothing Y/N can help do as he's already done a good chunk of it, so he shakes his head.

"You can sit here and hang out with me though." He suggests.

Y/N smiles and jumps up onto the counter.

"So Mills, what do you normally do with your family on Christmas?" Y/N asks.

"Well, we will have breakfast Christmas morning, open gifts, and then finish cooking dishes for Christmas dinner with my moms family. When we were kids, my sister and I would go play outside in the snow. We'd make snowmen, have snowball fights, all of that." He sighs.

"You miss it don't you?" Y/N asks, noticing his change of mood.

"Yeah, I just miss being carefree. Being an adult sucks sometimes."

Y/N nods in agreement, "It does. My mom used to read me Disney Christmas stories each year on Christmas day. Sometimes I can still hear her voice, reading them to me."

Peter notices a tear in Y/N's eye. She wipes it away quickly, but he still saw it.

He places his hand on top of hers and gives it a squeeze.

"You know you can always talk to me about your mom, right?"

"Yeah, I know. It always hits hard around the holidays." She mumbles.

"I understand that. It doesn't really get easier."

"Y/N! Our food sits on that counter, get your butt off of it!" Otis and Cruz walk into the kitchen area going for the cabinet.

"Her butt can stay on the counter! I've seen you eat a meatball sub that had just fallen on the apparatus floor a minute prior." Peter argues.

Y/N looks over at him and mouths, "Thank you."

§§§

The next morning Y/N walked out to the rig to do a supply check, and noticed that there was a fresh sheet of snow covering Chicago.

Immediately a lightbulb went off, so she went back into the bunk room and over to Peter.

"Mills." She whispers, "Wake up."

"Why?"

"It snowed."

Peter looks at Y/N like she's gone crazy.

"Let's go have a snowball fight!"

Her eyes were bright with excitement, there's no way he could say no to her.

"Okay!" He laughs.

He gets his shoes on and follows her out to get his jacket and gloves.

Y/N pushes open the side door and walks into the middle of their yard.

She spins around as the snow falls and Peter can't help but admire her. She's always been beautiful, but seeing her like this is even better.

"Isn't this great?!" She exclaims.

He smiles and looks down at his boots, but as soon as his eyes are at the ground he hears a thump and a string of giggles immediately after.

Peter glances up to find Y/N laying on the ground sprawled out.

"Did you just fall?" He asks as he walks over to her.

"Yeah, but now I can make snow angels!"

"You're going to freeze."

"Oh c'mon Pete. It will be fun. We could be kids for a little bit." She smiles up at him.

Peter thinks about it for a few seconds before getting on the ground next to her, almost immediately regretting it because of how cold it is, but he laid down anyways.

"Shit! This is cold!" He exclaims as he moves his arms and legs to make a snow angel.

Y/N erupts into laughter as she does the same.

Inside the rest of Firehouse Fifty-One is watching their two youngblood Paramedics play in the snow.

"We should go out there with them." Cruz suggests.

Everyone agrees and they grab their own coats before going outside.

"Hey guys! Come make snow angels with us!" Peter yells.

"This is so much fun!"

Y/N rolls her head towards Peter and he's already looking at her.

"This is probably the best Christmas I've had in a while."

"I'd have to agree Peter Mills. I feel like a kid again."

"Merry Christmas Chicago!"