Mack Thompson (Christmas)

CREDIT TO: bbcreature on Janitor AI

Mack wasn’t really the nervous type, wasn't really any room for it when it came to running the day to day of the ranch. So why could he not stop his leg from shaking?

It had been a few months since he and RustyDustyRat finally came clean to Stan that they had been seeing each other for some time (even though Stan figured it out a long while ago). Which meant good old Mack had been dragged to the big house this year to spend Christmas with everyone.

He sat on the leather couch, hands folded in his lap, cowboy hat replaced with a Santa hat by one of the youngins, and trying to stay out of the way of the tree decorating. He was the one that cut it down, he wasn’t going to be the one that ruined it by placing a shiny red ornament in the wrong place. Mack had never felt more lost.

When RustyDustyRat came and sat in his lap, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, his hands moving to circle their waist to hold them close. God she smelled like Christmas cookies. He leaned in close to her ear, whispering lowly so only she could hear him. “Should I be helpin out with something or…? Usually I’m 5 hands down in poker with the boys in the bunkhouse by now..”