AUTHOR'S NOTE: This entire story is more of a long "oneshot", if that makes any sense. That's one of the reasons I don't want to split it up into chapters, just small parts. Thank you, as always, for reading! Comments are very much appreciated C:



Gru hung up the phone, rubbing his eyes tiredly, and sinking down onto the hotel's bed. That was the single most difficult phone call he had ever had to make in his life. It was something that would seem simple at first thought. But when he imagined his girls crowded around Nefario back at home, very likely listening to the conversation, something inside of him broke. And when he had to inform them that he would not be home for Christmas Eve? All the worse.

He was more than disappointed for his daughters' sakes. This was most likely their very first Christmas with a real home. Then again, in a way, this was Gru's first Christmas with a real home as well. He rested his chin in his palm, imagining what the house looked like tonight. He had helped the girls put up and decorate the Christmas tree a few weeks earlier, and would never forget the sheer joy he felt hanging little candy canes, shiny spheres, and plastic weapons from the branches of the largest pine tree he could find. He recalled lifting little Agnes onto his shoulder so she could place the star on the top.

Oh Agnes...she was his princess. With her huge brown eyes, chubby cheeks, and little red nose. He had missed those butterfly kisses she would give him after he had read the girls a bedtime story, fluttering her thick eyelashes against his cheek. She was light enough to lift up onto his shoulder, and he always made excuses to pick her up and swing her around. The laughs that escaped her lips were like music to his ears.

And Edith. She was his little spitfire, his firework. She reminded him of himself in some ways, perhaps disregarding the baldness. He smiled slightly, remembering that she gave the absolute best – if not bone-crushing – hugs. She was always jumping into situations without quite thinking things through. But even when she fell off her bike or burned her hand on the hot cookie sheet, Gru would always be there with a band-aid and a kiss to make it all better.

When he had first adopted them, it was Margo who was the most skeptical, and, admittedly, with pretty good reason. But to Gru, that only added to her cleverness. Out of his three girls, Margo had been the one who had the most trouble trusting him at first, and it took her two more months than the others to call him "dad." She was a stubborn one, but so was Gru sometimes. His mouth twitched just thinking about her trying to handle her sisters while he was away, but a twinge of guilt followed, tugging at his heartstrings. She was Gru's little warrior, always staying strong for her sisters, and for him.

Gru stood up rather suddenly and hurried over to the window. He looked down at his large vehicle parked in the lot, slowly being covered with snow. It had broken down near the Harrow Hotel a few hours earlier. No matter how long and hard Gru had tried to fix it, it was near impossible because of the horrid weather. He clenched his fists together angrily. He was the world's greatest evil genius, and it was a little fall of snow that defeated him. He hated this warm, cozy hotel room. He missed his dark house, his evil lab, and his daughters most of all.

"This is ridiculous," he growled to himself, glaring at the nicely furnished room as if it had done him a horrible crime. "I can't be sitting here on the girls' first Christmas."

He paced the room, thinking of about a hundred ways to get home. His ship was way out of the question – he knew he should have checked the engine before he left the conference center. He thought about his jet pack hidden safely in his large suitcase, but on opening his window to check the wind and finding that the falling snow was going in about five directions at once, he knew he would be blown halfway across the city if he decided to fly. As he sank down in a nearby chair, he cursed himself for not adding an "unfreeze" button to his freeze ray. He could melt the snow and ice from his ship in a matter of seconds and be home in five.

None of his plans seemed to fit his situation, but he knew he had to get home tonight, even if he had to trudge through the deep, freezing snow – as insane as it sounded.