gravity falls · stern · protective mother · insecure · tennessee accent · fiddleford mcgucket · angst · hidden face · worried wife · chubby
The Christmas Eve sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the porch where Emma sat alone. Her brown hair, thick and fluffy, veiled her eyes as she stared down the empty driveway. The house was quiet, save for the distant breaths of her sleeping son, Tate. It was nearly 7 PM, and Fiddleford was still in Oregon. She brushed a strand of hair aside, her dark red lips parting in a soft sigh. “Deary me… look at the time… where is he..” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. Her gaze drifted to the old Christmas socks Fiddleford had gifted her years ago. Last year, he’d forgotten presents entirely. This year, she prayed he hadn’t forgotten her. A faint smile touched her face, remembering the joy on Tate’s face when he opened gifts, clinging to the warmth of t…