Holiday Hockey Tale The Icebreaker's Impasse (By Ivory Row) novel Chapter 95

Luci

“Are you really sure Isabelle doesn’t care we are all coming, Luci?” Mr. Jason asks me for about the fourth time.

I laugh from my seat next to Cole. “I was expressly told to bring the entire Reed clan. And you don’t tell Mrs. Isabelle no. Or at least I don’t.” I fix Cole’s shoe before adding. “Baker was invited too but he is spending the day with Kylie shopping. She was also invited but apparently she already told her other dad they would be with him.” I add softly. We are heading to the Olmos house for the traditional Christmas Eve brunch and cookie making. I left out we play games like Pictionary and charades. I haven’t told them there will be hats and shirts ready for them. I had to send all their sizes. I also got Mr. Jason an apron that reads “Darthpappy” since

I brought all their aprons too.

“Barrett and I are going to exchange our presents too. I have Sydney’s and Mr. Banning’s right?” He turns to me.

“I packed them.”

“You’re the best Mommy.” I squeeze his hand. I’m still getting used to that. The most interesting thing is that none of the Reed men batted an eyelash when he did it yesterday. Sydney had grinned widely along with Stormi. Banning had nodded approvingly.

“Does cookie making get…..messy at their house?” Becker asks mischievously.

“It does. Last year, Banning, Sydney and I might have had icing in our hair by the end. Barrett was surprisingly clean.”

“Hopefully Mrs. Isabelle has extra aprons then.” Jackson muses. “Cause we left ours.”

“You didn’t. I have them along with extra shirts for you.” I say with a grin. I don’t add that they are already wearing the extra shirts.

“You are the best mommy.” Becker says with a chuckle.

At the house, I usher Cole through the snow as I open the back door. “We don’t knock?”

Kingston laughs.

“Nope. This was my second home for a long time.”

“Luci Louuuuu.” I hear Banning singing my name. “Come help me beat Barrett at karaoke. He’s kicking my tail.”

“He kicks my tail. I can’t sing and you know that. Neither can Syd.” I see her stepping into the kitchen and she playfully glares at me.

“I have many other talents Luci Lou. Like my killer ice skating skills that landed me this bruise when I took Barrett early this morning.” She lifts her arm and shows me the big purple mark.

“You did go early. Someone needs to teach you to skate.” I say lightly.

Her eyes dart to Jackson briefly. “I was on distraction duty for gifts. Mom’s on her way down with your shirts.” She points to hers and I cackle. She turns around as her mother calls for her to hide hers.

“Sorry all. Welcome to our holly, jolly holiday shenanigan party. Here I am. I had to finish Luci Lou’s after her fun yesterday. Janet and Joel are coming too. Here you go. Let me see.” She starts handing out the black shirts. They have lines with heights on the sides with the grinch’s head peeking over a square sign. He wears the Santa hat and his eyes are staring out with mischief. “This is Cole’s. He and Barrett match.”

They all read at the top North Pole Correctional Confectionary.

Cole’s lists his crime under the Grinch as

Conspiring To Commit Cuteness

Banning’s says Arson: Caught Lighting up the Christmas Tree

Sydney’s reads Vandalism: Broke a Tooth uh Ornament

Mine reads Arson: Lit into Intruders.

“Mrs. Isabelle…”

She shrugs. “It’s fitting and true.”

The Reed brothers’s shirts say North Pole Penalty Box at the top instead.

Easton gets Threats: Puck Around the Presents and Find Out

Jackson gets Trespassing: Pucking Around the Tree

Mr. Jason Disturbing the Peace: let his Puckers Out of the Penalty Box

Becker Failure to Comply: Zero Pucks Given for Wrapping

Kingston Theft: Caught Pucking Red Handed with Cookies

Mr. Logan Disorderly Conduct: Caught Picking on the Elves

Mrs. Isabelle Disturbing the Peace: Made Family Wear Matching Christmas Outfits

We all crack up. Kington laughs. “You failed to tell us we already had on our extra shirts Luci.”

“Oops.” I tease. “Wait until you see your hat.”

I watch Easton’s eyes widen. Mr. Logan walks in and shakes all their hands before wrapping me up in a hug. “How’s your tongue, Luci Lou?”

“It’s ok.” I answer hesitantly.

“I heard you gave someone a lashing with it. Probably a good one.” He kisses the top of my head. “Proud of you Luci Lou. And Sydney Tyson over there. My girls know how to handle toads.”

“I’ll hand out hats at the table. Logan, get the drinks out. I bet they are starving.”

Joel and Janet arrive and Cole goes running to hug her. She lifts him up admiring his shirt.

Joel’s shirt is funny. Fleeing the Scene: Can’t catch me I’m the Gingerbread Man.

Janet’s crime is Too Many to List: Head Misfit.

“Truth, right Luci?” Joel grins at me.

“Definitely.”

“Alright, we’ve got cinnamon french toast and chocolate chip waffles. Sausage, bacon, eggs, fruit. Make your plates and find a chair.” Mr. Logan calls out.

We’re eating when Mrs. Isabelle starts handing out hats. I have to hide behind my hand as I see them. Syd and I got headbands with Cindy Lou Who hair and braids along with the teacup.

Cole and Barrett got green beanies with reindeer antlers. For all the men she holds up red felt cowboy hats with the Santa belt buckle around it and white fur trim all around the brim. “I am one short of this handsome hat. So one of you lucky gentlemen get this.” She holds up a hat looking like a Christmas light bulb in bright orange.

“I want the light bulb.” Joel offers fast. I snap his picture and switch to video for the guys to put their hats on. Banning flashes me a movie worthy scowl with his before he laughs. He’s a good sport and more than used to his mom’s holiday fun.

I laugh as Becker snags his and purses his lips together bobbing his head slowly. “I’m Santa cowboy. In a red sleigh, I ride. And I’m wanted….for toys and bikes. Wanted…toys, yes and bikes.”

“Bon Jovi just rolled over with nightmares hearing that.” Banning manages to say between laughs.

I almost expect Easton to leave his on the table but he slips it on his head. I smile at him happier than I can remember being. He leans over to whisper. “I hope you got him on video singing. What do you think? Would you let me come down your chimney?” I swear that damn voice can make the most innocent question sound dirty.

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