I was looking around the workshop, when I found Bernard, he was casually strolling through the workshop but he had a notepad on him. This wasn't like him.

I ran up. "What you got there?" I asked.

He smiled. "Secret."

"What is it?" I asked, again.

"It's just something to keep track of." He replied.

"Like what?" I asked.

Bernard chuckled. "Your like a bubble full of questions today."

I giggled. "Hehe, sorry."

"It's actually cute." He answered.

I smiled. "Don't think you can avoid my questions."

"Fine, promise you won't tell Santa? He doesn't even believe me." Bernard answered.

"I promise, and what?" I asked.

He frowned. "Well, Lucy kind of told Neal and Laura that Jack Frost was flirting with you, then Neal told me, I told Santa and he didn't believe me."

I looked at the floor. "What?"

He sighed. "I've been keeping track to why you haven't told me."

I sighed. "Oh Bernard...I didn't want you to be stressed even more, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." He answered.

I then laughed a bit and took his arm. "We don't have all day to meet the in-laws!" I exclaimed.

"We have all week actually!" He managed to say.

We got to the kitchen where they were, and of course Jack Frost was there. "On second thoughts, I'm leaving." Bernard frowned.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't want to make bad impressions on punching Jack Frost do I?" My husband said.

"Oh, come on." I dragged him.

I smiled. "I'm back, with my husband."

Sylvia smiled. "He looks like a teenager to." 

Bernard chuckled. "T-thanks?"