Smutty Advent, Day 5

Tanny looked at the calendar, then at Jack. "Seriously?"

Jack nodded happily, ball on his elf hat bobbing. "You're Mr. April."

There was a picture of him, laughing at something someone said, hair down and loose at the Hammer.

"Mr. April."

"Huh-huh. Jim is Mr. January. He's in a kilt."

Oh, Jim was going to kill Jack.

"Oh. When are you taking him his copy for Marcus?" He wouldn't miss this for the world.

"Now. Wanna come with?"

"Absolutely."