Title: Irresistible

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Anything up to the episode airing 11/23, including the Thanksgiving episode.

Relationships: Implied Daniel/Betty and implied Santos/Hilda

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize I do not own. I am not making any money off of this and no copyright infringement is intended. I'm merely writing what I want to happen in future episodes.

Looking straight ahead through the circular window, she could see the snow falling. It fell steadily and silently, covering everything in a thin blanket. The fluffy flakes didn't stop the hustle and bustle on the streets below the window. Leaning forward, she smiled a little bit, her nose nearly pressed against the glass as she watched. Buses and taxis were still hurrying around, dropping off passengers doing last minute shopping, picking up the shopped-out people and taking them to their homes. From high up in the sky, on one of the higher floors of Meade Publications, it was all silent and she watched as if it were a miniature display that ran on batteries.

"Betty, why aren't ya at 'ome with your family?" Betty Suarez spun around and saw Cristina, her friend from wardrobing.

She pushed her glasses up her nose and shrugged her shoulders, "Daniel said he needed to see me. He said it was important."

Cristina looked around the room, her eyes scanning the room. Biting her lower lip, she raised her eyes to look at her friend. "Uh, Betty, he's not 'ere," she told her conspiratorially, as if Betty had suddenly gone insane or had lost her sight.

Betty laughed lightly, "I know. He's running late. He's always running late."

"You should go 'ome," Cristina entered Daniel's office and stood in front of the desk. Betty nodded that she would and Cristina knew that she would be waiting until she was certain that he wasn't coming. "Well just don't wait for 'im all nigh'. Go enjoy the nigh' with your family," she smiled.

"I will," Betty smiled. "Oh!" she suddenly raced around Daniel's desk and exited the office as she made her way to her desk. Cristina followed curiously, wondering what had gotten into her friend. "This is for you," she held out a small box. Wrapped in shiny red paper, it had a large silver bow on top, ribbons wrapping around each side of the box decoratively.

"Betty," Cristina admonished. "Thank you." Betty smiled happily, nodding. Cristina hugged her then and wished her a Merry Christmas before she headed toward the elevator. "Your present is in the lobby!" she called as the elevator doors slid shut with a ding!

Betty walked around the office. The modern office where she was out of place, where her clothes didn't fit in and where she was often told she needed a make over, usually by Amanda or Mark. Amanda had been surprised when Betty had handed her a small box wrapped in holiday paper. At first she'd rolled her eyes at the gift until she'd actually unwrapped the box. She'd shown a part of her that she rarely did and thanked her genuinely. The small plastic card inside was to Amanda's favorite store.

"Betty . . . this is . . . thank you," she smiled. Mark had been surprised also when he'd gotten a similar gift. Mark, who was often flamboyant had hugged her tightly before he scampered off on his way home. They were her friends in an odd way. And friends were like family. Sitting down at her desk, Betty glanced at her watch and sighed. She should've been home hours ago. Shaking her head, she straightened her desk a little before she opened her desk drawer. Inside the bottom drawer was a box slightly larger than the ones she'd given Cristina, Mark or Amanda. On the top in her neat handwriting read the name 'Daniel'.

Her cellular phone rang, the Christmas carol she'd selected as her ring tone sounding too loud in the silent office. She knew it was Hilda, demanding to know where she was, what she was doing and when she'd be home. She'd sacrificed a lot for this job. She wasn't the one who took care of everything anymore.

"Hilda, I know," Betty answered the phone. "I should be at home with my family instead of waiting for my selfish boss to show up, I know. I'll be home as soon as I can. Daniel may be unreliable sometimes, but he said it was important. If he's not here in ten minutes I'll leave and be on my way home, okay?" she asked, speaking in a rush so her sister wouldn't interrupt her. "Hilda?"

"Betty, can you come downstairs? The limo is waiting for you." Daniel. Betty cringed and groaned inwardly. She nodded silently, muttering that she would. She gathered her things, pulled on her immensely puffy powder blue coat and wrapped her scarf around her neck. She was nearly to the elevator when she realized she'd forgotten Daniel's gift. Racing back to her desk, Betty retrieved the present and headed back to the elevator, flipping the light switch on her way.

In the elevator, she thought about how angry Daniel would be when she reached the lobby. Daniel was an understanding and patient person, but she didn't know how he'd react to her calling him selfish and reliable. She paused in the middle of the lobby, smiling when she saw that on a chair near the entrance was a large box, about the size of a lamp. In Cristina's angular handwriting, her name was on the tag. She frowned for a second, trying to balance her purse, Daniel's present, a poinsettia she'd been given by Mark and Amanda at the very last minute. She suspected they'd gotten it from Wilhelmina's office and tried to pick up the box.

She struggled for a few more minutes before she noticed the door to the limousine opening and Daniel stepping out of the vehicle and making his way toward the door. He stepped inside and brushed the snow from his hair and the shoulders of the black wool coat he wore before he stopped the slush from his expensive shoes. He took one look at her and shook his head, an amused grin crossing his face.

"Here," he took the large box from the chair and then grabbed the poinsettia from her hands as well before turning away from her and going to the door, backing into it and holding it open with his body, waiting for Betty to pass through.

"Daniel, thank you," Betty smiled once they were inside the limo and seated. The heat was turned up and she could hear soft holiday songs playing in the background. "About on the phone-" Daniel held up a hand, effectively cutting her off and shaking his head.

He smiled warmly at her, "Betty, it's fine. Really." Betty nodded slowly, still feeling a bit guilty. "You're right. You should be spending the night with your family." Betty looked at him silently, biting her lower lip. "I just need one thing and then I'll take you home."

Betty nodded, still remaining silent. She turned her head and looked out the window, smiling at the snow that fell and the people who still rushed about doing their shopping. She had no idea where they were going and didn't want to ask, afraid she might say something else that would come out wrong.

She was a little surprised when they pulled up in front of his apartment building. She'd expected him to need her help with buying a gift for whichever female he was fixated on at the moment. Betty wouldn't have been surprised if it had turned out to be Sophia, even though she'd blatantly picked her boyfriend over him.

"Daniel . . . " she trailed off uncertainly.

"It'll only take a minute, Betty," Daniel promised as he got out of the limo and held his hand out to her. Smiling at his politeness, Betty accepted his hand and help as she got out of the fancy limousine. At the last second she ducked her head back inside and retrieved the gift he hadn't noticed that was for him. He was too busy talking to the driver and she was able to hold it at her side without him seeing it. She smiled at Roy, the driver when Daniel promised him he would be home in time for dinner with his family.

The elevator ride up to his place was quiet and Betty felt the need to speak, but decided against rambling. Daniel unlocked his apartment and within seconds his coat and scarf were thrown over the arm of a chair and his tie soon followed. Betty stood in the doorway awkwardly, not moving from the entryway. She'd been to his apartment several times and had often just let herself in with the key he'd given her. Betty often thought it kind of strange that she had a key to his home when most of the women he slept with didn't even know where he lived.

She stood in the doorway and slowly unwrapped her scarf and let it hang around her neck as she slowly unzipped her coat and slipped her sensible work shoes off her feet. "Daniel?" she called. She really hoped that he didn't make her wait so she could help him pick out another shirt, like he had on Thanksgiving. "Go with the lavender!" she called jokingly.

Daniel chose that moment to appear before her, fully clothed in the same pants and shirt he'd worn that day at the office.

"You're not here to pick out a shirt for me," he smiled, his smile a bit mischievous. Betty suddenly became nervous.

"Why am I here then?" she swallowed. She wasn't used to feeling nervous around Daniel. Daniel, in many ways, was her friend and not just her boss. Daniel accepted her for whom she was and valued her opinion. Ever since she'd picked him up from that part on Thanksgiving though, he'd been acting strangely. Sure, he still slept with tons of girls, but he didn't send them the gifts he normally would have. He never asked for her opinion on anything anymore, either. Daniel had been acting strangely, that was certain. "Daniel?" she prompted when he simply stood before her, staring at her. "Are you okay?" she stepped closer to him

He nodded in response, still smiling at her. "Wait right here," he smiled wider and then disappeared from view again. Betty sat on Daniel's couch and looked around the room. She smiled when she noticed a very small Christmas tree- about a foot tall- sitting on a table in the corner. She suddenly got up and moved toward the tree and put the gift next to it. Stepping back, she smiled. She turned around to find Daniel watching her.

"Uh . . . it's for you. For tomorrow," she smiled, her braces showing and shrugged her shoulders.

Daniel looked surprised, "Betty, you didn't have to get me anything," he insisted.

"I know," she shrugged her shoulders again. "I wanted to." She looked around the apartment, curious as to what Daniel wanted but not wanting to ask. "So . . . " she trailed off.

"I'm sorry."

Betty looked at Daniel sharply, her brows knitting together in confusion. "For what?"

"I'm not good with this whole family holiday thing, but I wanted to give you this," he stepped forward and handed her an envelope. Betty looked at it curiously. It felt like a Christmas card, but she didn't think he'd make her wait on Christmas Eve and come to his apartment just to give her a card. "Open it," he urged.

Betty smiled and slowly opened the envelope, pulled out the beautifully decorated card and slowly read the outside, taking in the kind words. She opened the card and a sheet of paper fell out and down to her feet. She immediately knelt and picked the paper up, tucking it behind the card as she continued to read the card. "Daniel, this is great, "she smiled at the card that spoke of friendships and holiday cheer.

"That's not the good part," he assured her and pointed at the paper she'd dropped and picked up. Betty smiled uncertainly, setting the card on the table and looked at the sheet of paper. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes bugged a bit. Betty stared at the check she held and found herself speechless. "It's for your family. Not only for the great work you've done, but for your father's legal troubles."

Betty raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes asking how he knew all of that. "How . . . "

"I ran into Cristina yesterday," Daniel was looking at her seriously now. "Betty, why didn't you tell me things were this bad?" Betty looked at her feet and shrugged her shoulders. "That lawyer really stole all your money?"

Betty raised her gaze to his and nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. "Yeah." Daniel crossed the room and stood in front of her now.

"I wish you had told me so I could've helped out sooner," he said sincerely, his blue eyes conveying that sincerity that Betty rarely saw.

"I appreciate this, but Daniel, I can't take your money," she held the check out to her. She had a sense of pride and couldn't take his charity to ease his conscience. She turned away from him. "Thank you," she smiled at the small tree. "But no thank you. We'll manage. It would take me forever to pay this back to you."

Daniel moved to stand in front of Betty, his hands going to her shoulders. "Betty, this is a gift. I don't expect you to pay it back. Please, accept it," he ducked his head to look into her eyes. Betty raised her dark eyes and slowly shook her head that she couldn't.

"I can't," she insisted softly, overwhelmed with emotions. She couldn't believe Daniel would do that for her. "I appreciate it-"

"Betty, I don't have any family. I mean, I have my father who will always wish I were my brother," he paused and Betty turned to look at him, "and I have my mother who's usually too busy finding a glass of alcohol to pay too much attention." Betty's expression softened. "You have a family though. A real family. You stick together and get along when it matters. I've never had that, Betty. Please, let me help you. Let me help your family."

Betty suddenly wondered what his childhood had been like- if he'd always come in second to his brother. If he'd had happy family dinners or if they'd been extravagant dinner parties with his father's associates. Judging by the wistful look on his face when he spoke of her family and the desperate look when he mentioned helping her family, she guessed that Daniel's holidays hadn't been too happy.

"Daniel, what are you doing tonight?" she asked suddenly. He was caught off guard, that much was positive by the wide-eyed look he sent her. "Do you have plans?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

"No . . . " he trailed off, not sure where she was going with her questioning.

Betty smiled then, a brilliant smile that made him wonder what she was up to exactly. "Would you like to come with me? We're having a big dinner and then Justin wants to go caroling," she smiled. When he didn't answer, she continued. "Daniel, you can't be alone on Christmas Eve. I know for a fact that your father is in London," she reminded him.

"Betty, that's awfully nice of you, but I couldn't impose," Daniel shook his head.

"You wouldn't be imposing!" Betty insisted. "Besides, then you can talk to my father and Hilda about this wanting to help." Betty knew he was considering it and smiled when he sighed and she knew he'd given into her.

"Fine. Let me change." Betty smiled and sat on the couch again, feeling very satisfied with herself. When Daniel reappeared, he was wearing black slacks and a festive green button-down with a matching green striped tie. "Is this okay?" he asked. Betty nodded and smiled.

The limo ride to Queens was spent with Betty talking animatedly about her family, telling Daniel who exactly would be there and what would be served.

"Is Walter going to be there?" Daniel asked suddenly. Betty was surprised he'd even remembered his name.

"No," Betty shook his head. "He's spending the holidays with his family. He might drop by later after his family's dinner, but we're going to spend the day after Christmas together, so probably not. Why?" she asked curiously. Daniel never asked about her personal life.

Daniel shrugged his shoulders casually, "I just don't want things to be awkward, that's all."

"Daniel, they'll be awkward at first anyway," Betty looked at him oddly. "Why would it matter if Walter were there or not?"

Daniel looked at Betty purposefully and smirked a bit. "Bringing another man to Christmas dinner . . . " he trailed off. "He did get upset about your lunch with Harry," he reasoned.

"Henry," Betty corrected, rolling her eyes. "Oh . . . " her eyes widened with understanding. "You think that Walter will think . . . " she blushed slightly. "Daniel, Walter knows we aren't like that," she said. "That you don't think of me like that," she added quickly. They made a quick stop and Daniel made Betty stay in the limo before he returned a moment later with a large arrangement of crackers, meats, cheeses and a large poinsettia.

"What's this for?" Betty asked as she moved her own poinsettia over on the seat to make room for Daniel's purchase.

"A gift for your family. I can't just show up without a gift. Despite my unhappy upbringing," he flashed her a smile, "I do have some manners."

"Sir, we're here," Roy, the driver lowered the partition window and smiled. Daniel and Betty got out of the limousine and Daniel sent Roy home, claiming he'd call a cab. Roy thanked him and Daniel handed him an envelope that Betty knew was his Christmas bonus.

Daniel was shocked when he entered Betty's home, closing the door behind them. There were Christmas decorations around the house, holiday music floated through the air and in the living room was a large Christmas tree. Betty smiled at the awed look on Daniel's face.

"Dad? Hilda? I'm home!" she called and then Justin bounded into the room, hugging her before seeing Daniel.

Daniel smiled at the boy. "Hey Justin," he said in a friendly tone.

"Mom! Daniel Meade remembered my name again!" he cried and then was gone, running from the room. Betty's father, appeared and hugged Betty.

"It's nice to see you, Mr. Meade," he smiled, obviously a little surprised as he shook the man's hand. "Please, come in."

"Daniel, call me Daniel," Daniel insisted.

Betty took her father's arm and led him a few feet away, speaking softly to him, no doubt explaining the situation. Hilda appeared, followed closely by a young man Daniel didn't recognize.

"Santos," Betty smiled. "Glad you could make it," she made her way back over to Daniel. "Daniel, this is Santos, Santos, this is my boss Daniel Meade," she introduced the pair.

Santos nodded, "yeah, Justin yelled his name already."

"Daniel's going to be joining us this evening," Betty announced. Hilda looked put off for a moment before she smiled and said she was happy to see him. Betty left Daniel in the living room where Justin was watching "Rudolph's Shiny New Year" on television and Santos was sitting next to him.

"Mr. Meade," Justin smiled. "Please, sit down." He jumped up, "Can I get you anything?" he asked eagerly.

"No, I'm fine thanks," Daniel shook his head. "And call me Daniel." Justin eagerly nodded and went back to watching his program. Santos regarded Daniel for a few moments before they started up a conversation about the Suarez women.

Twenty minutes later, Daniel was insisting that he and Betty were just co-workers.

"Man. I've seen the way you look at each other. That's not just being a nice co-worker, trust me," Santos added. "The Suarez women are special. There's something about them that makes them irresistible." Daniel remained silent, unsure of what to say to that. "Betty wouldn't invite just anyone to Christmas dinner," Santos added. "Think about it, man." He stood and walked toward the dining room. "And while you're at it, think about why you're here instead of with some model," he raised his eyebrows and left the room completely.

Daniel turned toward the televison to find Justin smiling at him. "He's right, you know," Justin nodded. "He may not always do the right thing, but he's right about you and aunt Betty."

Betty appeared in the doorway then, carrying a plate of Christmas cookies and walked over to him, smiling. "Here, try one. It's my mother's recipe," she smiled.

Daniel gingerly took one of the cookies and bit into it, surprised when a delightful flavor exploded on his tongue. Betty grinned, knowing he liked it and set the tray in front of he and Justin. Justin immediately reached for cookies, but Betty scolded him, saying only one or he'd ruin his appetite.

Daniel watched as Betty went about the house, helping her family with things and suddenly he felt very out of place. "Do you need any help with anything?" he asked Hilda when she entered the room for a moment. She was clearly surprised, but smiled widely, nodding. Daniel helped set the table.

Dinner was pleasant and when Daniel nodded at Betty to give her father the check, she did so cautiously. Betty handed her father the check and watched his eyes widen and a shocked expression adorning his face.

After dinner, everyone settled in the living room to watch White Christmas. Daniel leaned closer to Betty and said he should probably be leaving. She shook her head, her eyes still focused on the televison screen. "You have to stay and watch the movie."

"What is this movie about?" Daniel whispered to Betty.

Betty gaped at him. "You've never seen it?" she was surprised. She thought most people had seen the classic. Daniel shook his head as Betty said he should stay and he didn't get a say. With a smile of defeat, Daniel sat on the couch beside Betty. Halfway through the movie, Hilda took Justin up to bed and then she walked Santos to the door, disappearing outside the front door.

"Well I'm off to bed," Betty's father announced. "Daniel, it was nice having you over. Has a nice holiday," he smiled and then turned his attention to his daughter. "Don't you stay up too late."

"Night Dad," Betty smiled. She turned to look at Daniel, who was completely entranced in the show and couldn't help but smile. "So you like it?" she wondered. Daniel nodded, still watching the movie intently. Betty smiled and leaned back against the couch. The movie wasn't even half over when her eyes fluttered shut.

When the movie finally ended, Daniel had a smile on his face. He didn't know that there were really families like Betty's. Or that people could actually be truly happy around the holidays. He was thrilled when the following movie was entitled, "Christmas in Connecticut". He'd heard it was supposed to be good, being a classic.

"Betty, have you ever seen . . . " he trailed off when he saw that Betty had fallen asleep, her breathing deep and even. He smiled and considered leaving for a few moments. It was dark outside and Daniel estimated it was after one in the morning. Then, before he could decide to stay or leave, Betty decided unconsciously for him by shifting closer to him, her head landing on his shoulder. "Betty?" he asked. She didn't react verbally, instead she moved a little bit closer to him. Daniel froze, his eyes widening a little bit at her action. He relaxed after a few minutes and his thoughts drifted to what Santos had said to him about the way he looked at Betty.

There was no denying that she was special to him. His father had even commented on his surprise that Betty hadn't quit. His father had suggested that Betty had an emotional attachment to the girl. He'd denied it, simply saying that she was a good assistant.

But now, sitting on her couch on what was technically Christmas morning, Daniel realized how right his father had been. Without thinking of what anyone else thought, Daniel slowly eased an arm around Betty's shoulders and pulled her closer. Halfway through the movie, Daniel rested his head against Betty's, his cheek resting against her hair.

"Merry Christmas, Betty."

The next morning, Daniel woke to the sound of feet pounding on the steps as Justin shouted that it was Christmas. He looked around for a few moments disoriented before he realized where he was. He smiled to himself before realizing that he had shifted in his sleep, as had Betty, who was sprawled across his chest. He carefully sat them both up and raised his head to see Justin staring at them, his mouth open as it formed a smile and his face lit up.

"Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the couch next to him. "Are you and Betty . . . like together?" he asked excitedly.

"Uh . . . " Daniel stammered, not sure what to say.

"Justin, don't you dare touch one present until we get downstairs!" Hilda yelled.

Betty stirred and Daniel froze, unsure of how Betty would react to their current situation. She sat up slowly, stretched her arms above her head and rolled her head from side to side.

"Justin, do you have to yell so loudly in the morning?" she asked irritably. She turned to look at the Christmas tree, the lights still on and that's when she realized she was leaning against someone. "Daniel!" her eyes widened comically.

"I think we fell asleep watching that movie," Daniel remarked sheepishly, ducking his head as he removed his arm from around her shoulders.

Betty blushed and moved away from him before muttering, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Daniel, what're you doing here?" Hilda asked as she pulled her robe around herself tighter, entering the room with a confused look on her face.

"He spent the night," Justin announced.

Hilda nodded, "I can see that."

"We just fell asleep watching the movie, that's all," Betty insisted, her face as red as the bright sweater she'd worn the day before.

"Why don't you go shower and I'll make the coffee for once, okay?" Hilda asked, trying to hide a smile. "Don't worry. I'll keep dad away from it."

"Uh . . . " Betty looked at Hilda and then at Daniel.

"You like coffee, don't you, Daniel?" Hilda wondered with a bright smile. "You'll have to stay for breakfast at least." Daniel nodded absently. Betty excused herself and all but dashed up the stairs.

Daniel felt out of place as he stood in the kitchen, sipping Hilda's fresh coffee. Mr. Suarez hadn't seemed too surprised by his attendance and had tried to get some coffee from Hilda, who had objected loudly. Betty's family made him feel at home and Justin was buzzing around, asking where Betty was and if they could open presents yet.

"After breakfast," Betty spoke from the doorway. "You know that," she smiled as she ruffled the boys' hair as she walked by, reached around Daniel for a coffee cup and proceeded to pour herself a cup. She smiled at him and turned away to help her father with breakfast.

Daniel looked at her and took in her clothing- a pair of normal jeans and a sweatshirt that would've gone with it perfectly if it hadn't been for the large and almost gaudy Christmas tree that was on the front with little plastic ornaments literally hanging off of it. Her hair was damp and curling at the ends. She wasn't a model and she wasn't classically beautiful, even, but to him, at that moment, Betty Suarez was beautiful. Santos had been right- there was something about those Suarez women.

"What?" Betty asked self-consciously, touching her face and then her hair.

Daniel shook his head, "nothing. You look great," he spoke softly so only she heard and he was rewarded with a deep blush.

Just as they were about to eat breakfast, the back door opened and Santos sauntered in, stopping short when he saw Daniel sitting at the table, wearing the clothes he'd been wearing the day before, finding them slightly wrinkled and disheveled and his tie loosened.

"Merry Christmas, everyone," he smiled, raising his eyebrows at Daniel. Justin immediately made room for his father and moved over, happy to see him.

Christmas morning breakfast was immediately followed by the opening of gifts. Justin was excited about each and every gift, hugging everyone in turn. It was nearly noon when Daniel finally decided he should leave.

"Let me call you a cab," Betty smiled. Twenty minutes later, when the cab arrived, Betty walked Daniel to the door. They stood in the doorway and just stared at each other. He'd said goodbye to her family and Santos and now was trying to figure out how to thank her.

"Hey look!" Justin called out, pointing at the pair. "You're under the mistletoe!"

"Kiss her, it's tradition," Hilda called out from the living room.

Betty flushed, "you don't have to . . . " she trailed off. Then suddenly Daniel's lips were pressed against hers in the softest kiss. When he backed up, he was smiling. "Daniel . . . "

"Betty, I've never done any of this traditional family stuff, remember?" he smiled, knowing she was wondering why he'd kissed her and wondering what it meant. He didn't know what it meant.

"Right. Well . . . your cab's here," she stumbled over the words. She pulled on her coat and then turned to him, finding him fumbling with his buttons. Without thinking, she reached forward and started to button up his wool jacket for him, freezing when she realized what she was doing. His hands covered hers and she slowly raised her eyes and looked at him.

"Sorry," she snatched her hands away from him embarrassedly.

Daniel reached for her hands and held them against his chest. "Betty, thank you." Betty looked at him confusedly, obviously not understanding why he was thanking her. "You gave me the best present I've ever been given."

"I have? You haven't even opened my present to you yet, don't forget, my present for you is at your house," Betty grinned.

"I meant this," he spread his arms and gestured to her house. "I've never had a real Christmas before," he shrugged his shoulders, suddenly feeling a little shy and embarrassed himself. Then Betty was hugging him.

"Merry Christmas, Daniel."

Daniel couldn't help but hug her back and smile to himself. He smiled the entire way down the steps, across the icy sidewalk and to the cab that was waiting patiently. He looked back at Betty's home, saw her standing in the doorway, holding the door open and she waved, smiling at him. Daniel grinned wider and waved back before he told the driver where to drop him off at.

After hanging up his jacket Daniel's eyes landed on the box by his small tree and smiled as he picked it up and slowly unwrapped the present. Dropping the ribbon and wrapping paper, Daniel opened the box and pulled out an item wrapped in tissue paper. The first was a miniature of his first issue of Mode and it was on a plaque that had a small inscription: To the best boss, congratulations on such a huge achievement. I knew you could do it, Betty.

Santos had definitely been right, Daniel decided, there was definitely something that made those Suarez women irresistible. And suddenly Daniel couldn't wait to get back to work.

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Authors Note: So what'd you think? It's entirely cheesy, I think and I'm sure that a lot of the characters are very out of character and not themselves. But since I thought Daniel should've been invited to the Suarez Thanksgiving, I figured I'd better write my own Christmas scenes before the episodes came around. Lol.

So please, let me know what you think my first Ugly Betty fanfiction and leave me a review!

Jen