Tom entered the cottage he shared with his wife and daughter after a long day of work and stopped in his tracks. It looked like Christmas exploded in the cottage. Wreaths of holly and ivy hung from every door and garland was wrapped around the bannister leading to the upstairs rooms. Toy soldier nutcrackers lined the mantel above the fireplace and poinsettia plants were on the shelves and window sills. The side tables each had Christmas themed table covers on them. Multiple elves decorated the shelves and side tables.

In the midst of this Christmas chaos, Sybil was sitting on their sky blue love seat with her feet resting on the matching ottoman. Garland was strewn over her shoulders and she was drinking tea while rubbing her belly.

Tom chuckled at the sight before him, causing Sybil to turn her head. "You're home!" she exclaimed.

"I am," he responded. Looking around once more, he added, "I see you decorated today."

She gave him a small smile. "I did what I could and Moira helped."

"Where is she?" he asked as he hung up his coat.

"She's next door playing with Alice." She took a sip of her tea. "How was your day?"

"Busy." He began to walk around to face Sybil. "There was a last minute issue with my article, but it got resolved. I'm just glad to be-" He began to laugh as he came face to face with his wife. She was wearing a white maternity t-shirt with the phrase "Elf in training" over where the baby rested.

Sybil began to laugh with him. After a few minutes, the laughs died down. She reached out her hand to her husband and he took it. She gave a little tug, signaling for him to join her. A smart man, Tom happily plopped down next to her. The two began in companionable silence as he looked over her work again.

"You did a lot today. The only thing we need to do is put the tree up." He paused for a moment. "I'm surprised you didn't put any mistletoe up."

"Well, I'm thirty-six weeks pregnant, so I didn't think it was wise to get up on a chair." She then gave her husband a mischievous smile, before reaching to the table next to her and picking an item up. Holding the item over her husband's head, she continued, "However, you're sitting under some mistletoe right now."

She then leaned into her husband and kissed him passionately.