I love Christmas. I absolutely adore it.

This is going to be a collection of Christmas stories with Faith and Will. 25 count in all.

Read and review. It would be greatly appreciated.


Faith's first Christmas – Age: 6 months.

She was just over six months old now, Faith was. The girl was rolling herself over, lifting herself up on her hands and making attempts to crawl. She's get so far and then it was like she was too heavy for her knees and she flattened herself out. It made her laugh and giggle unperturbed by the fact that she couldn't do it yet.

Mackenzie had post pregnancy books that she read every night. Her end table had a new book almost every night and if it wasn't a book it was an article that she had someone print for her. Faith slept with them, in their room, until Mackenzie was confident her daughter was capable of sleeping through the night.

Now Faith was on her play rug with that jingle jangle thing, Sloan bought for her and all her toys scattered around her. She was starting to teeth so all her toys were soft things, and her favorite toy, a little bear was always at hands reach. That thing was pretty much soaked through from her constant gnawing.

"What time did Sloan say she would be here?" Mackenzie asked, wiping her hands off on the towel in the kitchen. "She said something about coming early to help set up but everything is done."

"You started setting up a week ago, Mac," Will commented, looking up from his spot on the floor with Faith. She was on her back now, playing with one of the things dangling from her play thing. "I'm surprised you found something to do."

"I should probably change her," Mackenzie commented, coming over and sitting on the edge of the couch.

Mackenzie had changed into a pair of beige pants a red and white blouse and black heels. Ever since Faith was born Mackenzie slipped her feet into a pair of heels every day, determined to get her feet used to them again.

Faith was in a red, white and green onesie, a little elf on the front. Another gift from an employee at ACN. Mackenzie had bought her a dress, a little red and white dress with a matching little coat. Completely over the top for a six-month old, but it worked for Faith.

Will pulled himself up and off the floor, wincing at the crack in his knee. It was the damn weather. He leaned over and pulled his daughter up and off the floor, turning her in his arms so she was resting against his shoulder. Her little knees pressed into his chest, her arms over his shoulder.

"I have to change too," Will shrugged. "Might as well change her while I'm at it."

"Wonderful man," Mackenzie commented, pressing her lips to his. "Her dress is in the bathroom."

"I saw it," he nodded, turning away from Mackenzie.

He bounced Faith as she began to babble in his ear. She giggled that bubbly laugh and he set her down on the bed, pressing down on the corner watching her as she bounced. Will shook his head and set up the pillows along the bed. He knew Faith would flip herself over but she wasn't crawling yet.

But it would be him with his back turned for Faith to teach herself in that split second and her heading over the edge of the bed.

"Okay," he said, lifting her up again, going into the bathroom. "You get to come with me then."

His bathroom wasn't this grand thing. Not like Mackenzie would have liked. It wasn't big enough nearly for the three of them in the morning when Mackenzie wants to change her and he wants to shower and – it just was too damn small.

"You think this is cute?" Will asked, hanging up the dress he was going to put on his daughter. She just had this gummy barely there toothy grin and he shook his head. "Yeah yeah. Don't tell Mom, but I think it's cute."

He slipped off the onesie, sitting Faith up on the counter. She kicked her legs out, jerking back, her head nearly hitting the faucet to the sink. He hated when she did that. Took matters into her own hand, figured he was playing with her when he wasn't. He just wanted to change her. And he knew she didn't need a diaper change because he did that earlier.

"Okay, kid," Will said, slipping an arm through one of the holes, doing the same with the other. She had little leggings that went with the outfit, little footsie things that were red. It had traction on the bottom so when they stood her up, she wouldn't slip. All a part of the plan.

He picked her up and held her at arms-length, listening as the whir of the elevator sounded behind him. The wall of his bathroom wasn't necessarily thin, but it wasn't soundproof.

"Looks like someone is here," he muttered, walking out, propping her on his hip.

Mackenzie had the living room picked up. Faith's blanket and all her toys were away, the table brought back to the middle as it should be.

"Hello sweetheart," Mackenzie grinned, reaching out for Faith who went to her mother willingly. She looked at Will, her eyes wide. He still wasn't changed. "Go."

He nodded at her dumbly and stumbled out of the living room, just as the doors slid open. The clack of heels indicated it was Sloan. The high pitched coo that usually came from the woman sounded just as Will closed his bedroom door.

Dinner had gone by nicely. People were in and out, each having something to do for the holidays. Faith had been given two piece pajama sets, onesies, and more toys for her to play with. Another blanket for her from Maggie. It was all in all a really good night.

There was no tree, not really needing one since Faith was too young to remember anything and they didn't want to deal with buying one. Real or fake. They didn't need it.

"Will you change her?" Mackenzie asked, Faith fast asleep on her chest.

Will was picking up, throwing out discarded plates and cups. Throwing food away off the china that had been used. He wiped his hands and nodded.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Exhausted," she simpered, pressing her palm against Faith's sleeping form. The little girl's mouth was partially open, her breath warm against Mackenzie's chest. "She'll probably sleep for the rest of the night."

"Yeah," he agreed. He lifted Faith off Mackenzie, listening to the whimpers from the baby. Her face scrunched up, her little blue eyes that were a dark grey almost starting to tear up, but she just shut them closed and relaxed in his arms. "Sleep. I got her."

Mackenzie muttered an 'okay,' and Will watched as she curled into the back of the couch, fully intent on sleeping. He shook his head. When he was ready to go to bed, he would wake her up. If he left her on the couch she would be pissed the next morning because her back hurt.

Faith's room was dimly lit. Her little night light, courtesy of her mother, was against the changing wall. Her crib's bars were down from this morning when Mackenzie took her out from the only nap she was going to get for the day.

Will opted not to set her down, but to sit in the rocking chair that Mackenzie had sat in when Faith was a newborn. He stood in the doorway for hours watching Mackenzie and Faith sleep, Mackenzie feeding Faith, Mackenzie on the floor with Faith. These were his girls. His family.

He cradled Faith in the crook of his arm. Pushing his feet off the ground, rocking the chair back and forth, Will curled his toes in the carpet. It was soft for the baby and comfortable to lay on. He would know since he spent many of his nights in here, listening to her breath, letting Mackenzie sleep.

Truth be told, he liked putting Faith to bed. It gave him a chance to clear his head. To relax from the day. Most of the time, Mackenzie urges him to put her to bed, knowing it would relax him. Holding his child, being a Dad far from what his father was, calmed him. She knew that. And he was glad.

His daughter's first Christmas ended with him humming her a song. One his mother would sing to put him to sleep.

Hark! How the bells, sweet silver bells all seem to say, "Throw cares away." Christmas is here, bringing good cheer