It was a shivery cold night in December, the night before Christmas Eve. White flurries of snow meeting the ground, taking over the whole city.
One year old, chubby cheeked, Henry Charles Bass was not having it with bed time, he cried every time Chuck tried to lay him down - most likely wide awake from the late nap.
Blair had fallen asleep a little bit after dinner. She had a long day at work and had been feeling a bit run down.
The fire place in the Bass town house was on full blast, crackling wood while garland with white lights strung up around it. Every present stacked up and ready with huge red and gold bows wrapped around them tightly.
Chuck was sitting next to the Christmas tree with his 13 month old son giggling in his arms. He was the best father you can ever imagine. Looking back, one would never even imagine he would be here, never in a million years - but, he was.
His beautiful baby boy was the greatest gift he's ever received. A loud laugh was heard from the brown-haired boy when his father kissed his cheek. He had him sitting on his knee, bouncing it ever so slightly with big brown eyes turning to look at him every time he stopped.
He lifted him up into his arms, walking around the room filled with bright lights and mistletoe. He made his way to the window, "Hey Hen, look at the snow," Henry looked outside and back at him with a huge smile. He looked again and then back at his father. Chuck laughed, "You like it buddy?" "Da, da, da" Henry said clapping his hands on his father's cheeks.
Chuck then took his chubby hands and nibbled on them while the boy squirmed with glee. "Silly boy." He kissed his cheek again.
They walked over to the tree that Blair had decorated perfect from top to bottom.
They were looking at all of the different memories on the tree, ornaments like, "Baby's First Christmas" - from last year - and "Our First Christmas"- the year before. The numerous ones from all of the trips they've taken, Paris, England, Monte Carlo, and Tuscany.
Chuck stopped at one and pointed out Henry's reflection in the plain red ornament, "Look Hen, it's you" He studied the glass ball, putting his finger on it, continuing to stare.
Chuck couldn't fight his smile. All he did when he was with his son was smile. He made him the happiest he could ever be.
He kissed his head over and over. How did he ever get this lucky?
Henry continued to stare at himself in the reflection with his little finger still on the red ornament. His eyes were starting to close and every time they would he would open them back up again, fighting sleep.
Chuck lifted him up more on his body and placed his head on his chest. He gently rocked back and forth until his son dosed off. He sat down on the white couch with Henry who was now sound asleep he rubbed his back.
"I love you so much Henry," He kissed his head. Henry's mouth was in a little "o" shape.
"I love you more and more every day,
"if it's even possible to love someone that much,"
His sentence was finished by a whisper behind him, it was his wife.
She leaned over the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck. "My angel." She said reaching to the stroke the sleeping baby's face with the back of her hand.
"How did you finally get him to fall asleep?" She walked around the couch and sat down next to him, throwing her legs up, and snuggling into his chest.
"He was fascinated with his reflection in one of the ornaments, he was laughing and hitting my face a few minutes earlier I thought he would never settle down," they both laughed, staring at their sound asleep son.
"He's so perfect." She said rubbing his back. "He sure is, and so are you." He kissed her head and rubbed circles on her back.
"We created that. That perfect little human being. Doesn't it blow your mind sometimes?"
"All of the time." Chuck replied, pulling her closer to him so all three of them were snuggled close.
Soon the two dosed off alongside with their little one.
The fire slowly crackled down, the flames becoming weak, and the snow outside the window grew heavier - as Christmas Eve approaches.