A/N: This is just the first chapter. I need your help! Tell me some future chapter ideas I can write for Teddy's first Christmas!

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Once again, the time of year is filled with joy and happiness... and I couldn't be happier or more proud.

My 7 month old son, Theodore, sits upon our sofa while me and my beautiful wife, Ana, begin the process of setting up our tree.

Our tree is a real one, not an artificial fake one. A Douglas fir. It smells of pine and has a rich green color.

I had Taylor draw up some paper work for us to go and actually chop down a tree in the Washington forest. Of course, Elliot came too. The big showoff.

I'd given Taylor and Gail time off. Gail wanted to introduce Taylor and Sophie to her family. They left the week after Thanksgiving so it's now going to be a little quiet around here.

Theodore coos as he plays with a candy cane. Well, maybe not so quiet. I'm about ready to cry tears of pure joy for this little boy. I love him so.

Ted almost can talk but he can't quite say the usual like 'Mommy' or 'Daddy' yet. Instead, it's more like sounding the word then dragging the last letter out.

He has also begun to eat solid food. I wasn't too sure about it until Dr. Greene gave us to go-ahead.

"No, Teddy!" Ana blurts out. I was about to leap into action when she simply walks over to him and takes the candy cane from him. She unwraps the plastic off the treat and hands it back to him. "Don't eat it with the wrapper still on." She giggles.

Teddy stares at the candy for a few seconds before popping it into his mouth. I just know he will have sticky hands soon. I breathe out my relief.

"Ana, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack." I say as I return back to decorating the tree.

"I'm sorry." She laughs as she hands me one too.

She grabs the box of silver and blue ornaments. Taking one out, Ted tries to make a grab for it. His blue eyes mesmerized by what he thinks is a new toy for him to play with.

Momentarily, I have a small flashback to my first Christmas when I was adopted by the Grey's.

Me and Grace decorating the tree.

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"Here, look. These are ornaments for the tree."

I say the word in my head. The or-na-ments are shiny. And pretty.

"And these, these are the lights. Lights first, then we can trim the tree."

...

Ted squeals again.

I blink back to reality. My reality.

Ted has now found the tinsel wrappings. Ana holds up a blue one and fluffs it around Teddy's head. He howls with a joyous laughter. I am in total bliss.

The tinsel land by his hands. He grabs it and manages to throw it into the air. It lands upon his waves of copper hair.

I laugh and so does Ana. Ted flicks his head side to side, making the tinsel fall off him.

The funny thing is... Teddy is surrounded by his many toys but he prefers the Christmas decorations to play with. It might be a while before he loses interest and finds something else to play with.

"Perhaps Ted would like to see his special ornament." I say. I make my way to the box of decorations and pull out a small case adored with teddy bears with blue bow ties. Opening the box, I hand Ted his ornament for him to play with. Luckily, it's a stuffed animal.

"This one is yours, Teddy Bear." Ana says in a soft voice. I inwardly laugh at the cute nickname he has gotten from us. Ted's blue eyes fixate on the new item given to him. He has a look of seriousness like the one Ana sees on me most of the time. He willingly takes it and tries to pronounce the toy name.

"Taa ba."

His teddy bear has gray colored fur, gray-ish snout and under-paws, and has a bright blue nose.

"Shall we continue with the tree, Ana?" I ask, pulling her up and kissing her nose.

"Yes." She responds and looks back at our son.

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Our tree is finished and is as ever elegant.

Sharp green glow.

Yellow, gold lights.

Blue, white and silver tinsel wrapped around, also the ornament balls are in the same color region.

And to top it all off, a white star that has blue lights decorated around the shape.

I step back to admire our decorating skills. "Now that this over and done with, what shall we do next?"

"Oh my... Look!" Ana points behind us.

I turn to see. "What?!" I ask, thinking Ted has done something.

"No, not Ted. The windows. Outside."

She picks up our son, who is still holding his bear, and walks us over to the window. "It's begun to snow!" She squeals. "See, Teddy?"

Ted has turned his tiny body and presses his tiny hands up against the window, dropping his toy. I quickly pick it up for him.

"It's snowing, Teddy!" She bounces him in her arms.

"Saaa!" He manages to coo out.

"Seems it has been for some time." I correct. There are faint patches of white flakes gathering on the ground. "Let's give it maybe an hour or two before we go out and explore the snow."

Ted yawns, which can only mean one thing. "Time for your nap, Teddy."

"Why don't I handle this one?"

Ted is within my arms. He grips into my shirt, laying down his head to rest on my shoulder. I can feel the stickiness from the candy cane earlier. "Is there a cloth somewhere? His hands are sticky." I whisper.

Ana nods, guiding me to the nursery and takes out a couple baby wipes. She lifts Ted's hand one by one, wiping them clean while I soothe Ted's back and hum a soft melody for a lullaby.

Slowly and as gently as I can muster, I lower Teddy down, on his back and quietly pull the covers over him. I still. Our little Teddy Bear wiggle about. He whimpers. Ana is quick to calm him.

Laying her palm flat to Teddy's stomach, "Shhhh." She breathes, circling.

It settles Ted immediately.

I'll never understand Ana's natural way with him. A few months back, when Ted was born, I was afraid to pick him up in fear I would do something wrong. Now, I'm worried for letting him go.

Turning on the baby monitor, we head back out to the main room. "He'll be up within 2 hours, max. I have Ted's clothes already picked out for the outdoors."

I smile. "Nice. So what shall we do until Ted wakes up?" I have a feelings she knows.

"Mr. Grey..." She proceeds to kiss me. "Tell me about your first snow experience."

Not even close! I nearly burst out laughing.

"I could've sworn I told you this story before."

"No, I never asked you until now." She begs with powder blue eyes.

"Let's get you comfortable then, Mrs. Grey" I swing her off her feet, holding her bridal style.

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Within a few moments, we're both cuddled together on our sofa with cups of coffee. As always, Ana has chosen tea to drink.

"Ready?"

She takes a sip of her tea.

"My first experience of snow was when I was 5 years old. Well, I haven't been in snow or played in it. There wasn't much snow in Detroit where I used to live with... Her. But I wasn't allowed to go outside, you know?"

Ana tenses. She resumes her hold on my hand.

"When the Grey's adopted me, they used to have me and Elliot spend time with our grandparents. I loved to go. Theodore's house was always so huge. By his house, there was, what seemed to me, a never ending forest. I'll admit, I was kind of scared at times to go into them."

She smirks.

"On this particular visit however, it was snowing. Grandmother fussed about getting me into my winter clothes that Grace and Carrick packed for me before I even thought about heading out. When we got outside, the weather was cold but the sun was out. Elliot took off diving headfirst into a big pile of snow."

"Little daredevil, was he?"

"Hey." I hold up a finger. "The amount of stunts Elliot tried to do when he was younger is an astonishment to the fact that he turned out fine."

She can barely contain from snickering.

"Anyhow, while Elliot was off doing his thing, Theodore called me over to him. He was holding a white ball in his hands. He pointed towards Elliot and said to me, "Watch this." He flung his arm straight and threw the snowball at Elliot square on his back."

"So what happened? Was Elliot mad?" She wipes some tea droplets from her chin.

"Ohh. He was. Right after snowball impact, Elliot turned around and yelled "Hey!" while glaring at us and trying to clean the snow from his jacket. Grandfather handed me one and told me to have a go at it. I hurled it towards Elliot and only got his leg. This had turned into a snowball rivalry fight. We spent hours tossing snowballs at each other."

"After we had our fun, Grandmother called us back in and gave us buttered toast and warm hot chocolate. Elliot had winter break from his school so we stayed for about two weeks."

Ana's blue eyes light up. "You weren't in school, too?"

"I didn't attend school until a year after. I was placed in the same grade as Elliot."

"Oh." She downs the last drops of tea and heads back to the kitchen to refill. I join her.

Colors of bright green appear on the baby monitor indicating all is well with Teddy. "You really think Ted will enjoy the snow?" I ask. Speaking of which, outside is lightly frosting over.

"Ted is very curious, Christian. Remember that time when Ted and I came to pick you up from work and he was sitting on your desk and nearly knocked over your 'Echo Charlie' glider?"

"Yes." I say, deadpanned.

Never have I ever been so afraid of the thought my office could be a dangerous place for Ted. I couldn't get them both out fast enough.

A chorus of whines and whimpers appear in the colors of yellow from the monitor. Pacing my steps to Ted's room, I open the door and peek over his crib checking for any signs of trouble.

"Christian, relax." Ana consoles me. "At this rate, you'll be the one to give yourself a heart attack."

Ted's eyes open and he focuses his tiny blue eyes in our direction. A big smile welcomes our sight. His arms reach for us and I am quick to oblige.

"Hey buddy." I speak encouragingly. "Nap time over?"

I turn to Ana. "Shall we say lunch for us first, then outside?"

She smiles and nods. "Yes... Sir."