Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: YES, I BROKE DOWN A WROTE A 'THEY HAVE A KID NOW' FIC. I HATE MYSELF SO HARD RIGHT NOW. My defense: out of all the Time Force Rangers, Katie really is the one most likely to want to be a parent, with Trip and Wes as close seconds. I do imagine this taking place in the Light verse, but it works as a stand alone also, I think. Post series, spoilers apply.
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Wes stared at his parents in disbelief. It was Christmas morning; how could they still be asleep?
Realizing he was going to have to take matters into his own hands, he tiptoed to his mother's side of the bed. "Mom. Mom. It's Christmas, you gotta wake up." His mother grumbled something about it still being dark out and turned over.
Not willing to give up just yet, Wes decided to try his father. "Dad? Time to get up, Dad."
Sure enough, his father pulled himself into a sitting position, pushing messy green hair out of his face. "What's wrong?" Wes couldn't believe it as his father pulled the blankets back over him-- he couldn't be seriously considering going back to bed today, could he?
Now officially fed up with his lazy parents, Wes tugged on his sleeve. "It's Christmas and you're just sleeping like it was any other day! Now come on, I wanna open my presents!"
"Hey, that's right!" Awake now, Trip helped shake his wife and Wes's mother awake. "Katie-- c'mon Katie, it's Christmas!"
"It's not Christmas, it's four-thirty in the morning!" Katie didn't remove her face from the pillows, but the bite in her voice was all that she needed to get her point across.
Or so she had thought. "Pleeeease, Mom? You can go back to bed once I open them, I promise!"
Katie craned her neck to get a look at her son. Even after six years, she could still be surprised by how closely he resembled his father-- the only thing he'd inherited from her seemed to be her height (and possibly her strength, but it would be a few more years before they knew for sure). Everything else was pure Trip-- like when he pouted at her.
"... Fine." Katie tossed the covers off. "You go ahead, you dad and I will be right behind you."
As Wes raced off, Trip rested his head on Katie's shoulder. "You know you wouldn't forgive yourself if you missed Wes opening his presents."
"Yeah, I know." Katie kissed her husband, then stretched as she stood up and reached for her robe. "But next year, I'm asking Santa to let me sleep in."