Mitch's P.O.V

"Mommy, Mommy wake up, it's Christmas!"

I heard my little girl scream. She started shaking me, trying to wake me up.

"Betty, stop okay I'm up, I'm up."

I sat up on my bed and looked at my daughter. She was already dressed and had her fur brushed.

"Come on, Mommy let's go open presents!"

She grabbed my hand and tried to pull me out of bed, almost succeeding. God for a four year old she sure is strong. I looked at the clock on the wall.

"Betty we have to wait until all of our friends get here

"When are they going to be here?"

She asked me, her voice full of disappointment. I lifted her on my lap and pointed to the clock.

"Betty they'll be here when the little arrow is on the one, it's on the ten now, so we have a little bit, before they get here."

"Oh okay."

She gets off my lap and walks into the living room

I grabbed a shirt out of my closet, walked out of my room, and walked out into the living room.

"Betty, what do you want for breakfast?"

I asked her. She perked up and put her paws on the edge of the couch.

"Can you make pancakes?!"

She asked. I nodded and she squealed and ran over to hug me.

"Yay, thank you Mommy."

"No problem, but why don't you go in your room until I'm done cooking."

"Okay Mommy."

She then runs to her room and shuts the door. I smiled and shook my head.

"That's my little girl alright."

I laughed and walked into the kitchen to begin cooking.

Time Skip

"Betty, the pancakes are done!"

I yelled to my daughter in the other room and she runs into the kitchen, sitting in her chair.

"Yay!"

I smiled and bought the food over to the table. I had made axe shaped pancakes with chocolate chips in the handles and blueberries in the blade. I had also made some bacon and some toast.

"Mommy, the pancakes are pretty."

"Thank you sweetie."

Most of our meal was eaten in silence, except for a question.

"Hey Mommy, can I ask you something?"

She asked after she finished off another pancake.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Where did I get my name?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why did you pick Betty to be my name?"

"Well, it's actually what you're… Daddy… named his axe. He named it Betty and I guess that's what he wanted to name you."

I explained to her. But then she frowned.

"Then… Where is Daddy?"

She asked me. My eyes started to water at the thought of him, bringing back some many memories. I wiped my eyes then replied.

"Well, Betty, Daddy is… in heaven…"

"He is?"

I nodded. Then she did something that was completely different than what I was expecting. She got up out of her chair, opened the door and walked out onto the back deck. I followed her, curious why she was going outside.

She looked up at the sky and said the sweetest thing that I had ever heard.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy. I love you…"

I had put my hand over my mouth and started crying. She walked over to me and tugged on the bottom of my shirt. I leaned down and she wiped my tears away with her little paw.

"Mommy, don't cry. Please?"

I sniffled and smiled at my little girl. We walked inside to get ready for the so called Christmas party.