Jim closed the oven door with satisfaction and then almost wiped his hands on his Kiss the Cook turkey apron. Aborting that action, he went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He was aware Bones was leaning a hip against a nearby counter, smirking, as he sipped his black coffee.
“I’m jealous, you know.”
“About time you admitted I have a cuter ass than you,” Jim said. “After all these years.”
“Hardy har har. I concede you probably do, but that’s not what I’m jealous of.”
Jim dried off his hands. “No?”
“Nope. I’m jealous of your mad skills at cooking the Thanksgiving turkey. Don’t know anyone who’s better at it.”
Jim chuckled. “Well, thanks, Bones. That means a lot coming from you.”
“I know, that’s why it means a lot.” He patted his stomach. “I know how to eat. Dinner will still be a few hours, so you can go relax in the living room. Get yourself a drink. There’s wine for sure and probably whiskey.”
“Okay.” Bones smiled faintly. “Jim, about Spock—”
Jim’s smile slipped and he waved his hand. “Forget about that. It’s nothing.”
“Sure I’m sure. I’ll be in with my own glass of wine in a second.”
Bones left Jim to the kitchen and Jim sighed, glancing out the window. It was then that he saw the flakes of snow coming down. It made him smile and shake his head.
Yeah, he had a lot to be grateful for, and so he was feeling good about the upcoming meal.
“It’s snowing,” he called.
“What?” Bones exclaimed. “Damn.”
He heard Bones go to the front door and open it.
“There’s a frozen Vulcan out here.”
Jim hurried from the kitchen and to the front door. Sure enough, Spock stood there, one of his knitted beanie hats on his head. It and the rest of the Vulcan was covered in snow.
Spock opened his mouth to speak but Jim flung himself into the Vulcan’s arms and thoroughly kissed him.
Bones cleared his throat. Jim pulled back and grinned at Spock. “Welcome home.”
Happy Thanksgiving my fellow Americans