Alfie
(Written for Christmas 2009. I own nothing but Alfie. I'm just playing for a little while)
The little boy sat cradled in his father's arms, listening intently as his mummy and daddy and the people they worked with sang Christmas Carols outside the hospital in the snow on Christmas Eve. He loved the snow. He was bundled up all warm and cosy in his Thomas The Tank Engine hat and gloves and the scarf which his grandmother had knitted for him and was patiently waiting to play snowballs with his daddy and to build a snowman when they got back home like daddy had promised they would. Mummy had a baby in her tummy and so would probably stay inside while he and daddy played, but Alfie didn't mind because when daddy came back in and went to do some reading in his study, mummy would draw with him and play with him until it was time for tea, his bath and then bed. He had both mummy and daddy with him for all of those things so he loved them most of all, especially story time when mummy and daddy read the book together, taking it in turns to do funny voices which would always make him laugh. Mummy and daddy were very silly, Alfie had decided.
Alfie giggled as his father gave him an Eskimo kiss on his rosy red nose. He buried his head in his father's neck, kicking his legs happily.
"You look like Rudolph little man." His daddy told him as they stopped singing and Alfie saw his mummy smile. She took daddy's hand in hers as she looked at the little boy he held in his arms, all rosy cheeked and rosy nosed.
"It's not long until Rudolph comes now Alfie is it?" his mother asked him, taking the child into her arms and giving him a tender kiss on the forehead. "We'll have to remember to put out a carrot for him won't we?"
Alfie nodded, smiling shyly as Uncle Elliot walked over to the little family. He buried his face in his mother's long hair, gently playing with strands of it between his gloved fingers.
"Hello there Alfie. Your mummy and daddy did some lovely singing didn't they?" Elliot asked the little boy who was peeping at Elliot between his fingers and giggling as Elliot smiled. "Aren't you getting a big boy now?" he commented.
"He's four in January. Time has certainly flown." Alfie's daddy commented, tickling the little boy in his fiancées arms under the chin and making him squeal with delight, his little dimpled cheeks so much like his parents.
"No daddy." Alfie giggled. "Mummy help!" Alfie squealed, wriggling around in his mother's arms.
"Stop tormenting your son." Alfie's mummy mock scolded, shifting her little man so that he was perched on her hip. She leaned over and kissed his daddy on the cheek, and Alfie watched as a huge grin spread across his daddy's face.
"Well duty calls. I'd better go in. Happy Christmas you two and as for little Alfie..." Elliot brought a small wrapped present out from behind his back.
"Elliot you didn't have to..." Alfie's daddy told the older man, who shrugged.
"He's my Godson. I wanted to." Elliot replied, handing the little package to Alfie who immediately began to shake it. "Merry Christmas little man. I hope Santa brings you lots of lovely toys." Elliot told him, walking back into the hospital, leaving a grinning Alfie with his parents.
"Wasn't that nice of Uncle Elliot?" Alfie's mummy commented, placing Alfie down onto the snow covered path. She then took one of his little hands and his daddy the other as they let him jump through the snow on their way to the car, his present safely tucked in his daddy's pocket.
As they arrived at the car Alfie's mummy picked him up and carefully placed him in the car seat, doing up his seatbelt and kissing him on the nose. She moved away from her little boy, getting ready to close the door and bracing herself against the winter air.
"Mummy kiss!" Alfie squealed.
Alfie's mummy smiled, leaned back into the car and let her son give her a wet kiss on her nose. She then moved away and closed the door, Alfie then watching as his mummy and daddy embraced outside, snowflakes settling on their hair as his daddy stroked the small bump which held his little brother or sister.
"Every day he looks more and more like his mummy." Alfie's daddy told her as they stood outside the car, watching their little boy through the window as he played with the floppy bunny that he carried around with him everywhere.
"Is that a bad thing?" his mummy asked, grinning as her son made the little rabbit wave at them through the window, a wide smile on his face and his cheeks dimpled and rosy.
Alfie watched as his daddy kissed his mummy on the forehead.
"It's perfect." He reassured her. "Now get into the car before you and our unborn child turn into icicles."
Alfie's mummy smiled, planting a kiss on the palm of her hand and then placing it against Alfie's window as she walked past. Alfie copied her, watching as his mummy and daddy climbed into the car, then falling asleep as they sang Christmas songs together all the way home.
