it's snowing again

Diago decided he'd make something he remembered his mother making when he was little when things weren't quite so bad back on the Rez. It was hard to find fond memories sometimes, but the fry bread always brought back good times. He wanted to share this with Char and Micah.

"But, its past noon," Char was her typical self, no less and he couldn't help but to respond ever so snide.

"You, didn't let me sleep at all last night." He reminded her of her cough and how restless she was. Still, he snuggled up to the back of her neck and kissed her until she giggled. Micah looked at both of them as if he didn't need to see this, especially in the kitchen.

Diago did his best not to make a mess with the pancake batter as the oil heated. Naturally, he improvised a great deal about the recipe, but he was certain it would suffice. It was best eaten when hot, he told them.

Micah practically grimaced.

"We always had this Christmas morning. My grandmother taught my mom-" He stopped talking, it was hard to discuss his past, even if he wanted too. He went and mixed the dough in a baggie and cut the end and pressed it out like thick white poo. He gritted. This looked terrible. "Um, maybe you could think of some good holiday memories." He looked to Micah, who shook his head no but watched the oil take in the dough to make it golden.

"I'm adopted." Micah cut it short.

"What's so bad about that?" Diago looked at him as if Micah was just trying to make his life worse.

Micah's frown was small. He was ever so sullen.

"It could be worse." Didn't he know lots of people had it worse? Hadn't he listened to the news? Kids were dying in migrant camps.

Micah's jaw was stiff. He turned from him, cleaning up the powder of pancake mix on the kitchen counter. That's when Micah mentioned his baby daughter, Ava.

"What?" Diago's eyes bulged. He looked at Char, who had the same expression. Diago wanted to lash out at Micah, but he knew it would do no go. "Invite them for New Years." He ordered.

Micah sighed with a reluctant nod. Even so, Diago was sure Micah didn't want to involve him in his messy life, but it was too late.