Written for a prompt on tumblr: (Spock and McCoy's first Christmas as a married couple on the McCoy plantation in Georgia. Bonus points if there's mistletoe.)
Author's Note: So… This isn't really anything too special and it ain't that great, but here you go! I hope you like it, even if it is kind of short and not the best written. (I have written any spones in, like… ever, actually. Never tried before. So… Yeah. There's your warning.) Merry Christmas!
The McCoy men had stayed up all night wrapping presents. They were, apparently, those parents that waited until Christmas Eve to get the gifts underneath the tree - the same tree neither man had helped decorate. The couple sat back on the couch and watched as Joanna put the ornaments on. She fussed about it, but only jokingly. In reality, she was just happy about having her fathers for Christmas, their first one together.
Leonard and Spock had gotten married a few months earlier, in the middle of July. Now, that was by far not a great idea. Vulcan was beyond hot during Earth's summer, but Leonard insisted - he had always wanted a nice, outdoor wedding in Georgia, so he picked the summer. He never expected to have to get married on a different planet, let alone one that could be its own sun. He wouldn't change it, though. It had been perfect.
Given the lack of sleep the two had gotten, though, the men didn't want to get up Christmas morning. Joanna woke them, running into their room screaming "WAKE UP, DADDY! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Leonard reluctantly opened his eyes, groaning groggily and looking at the excited-looking girl standing at the edge of his and Spock's bed. Tiredness showing in the doctor's eyes, he buried his face back into Spock's chest.
Spock looked less tired, staring at the girl with an almost amused look, for a Vulcan. He sat up, carefully lifting Leonard with him. "Good morning, Joanna," he spoke calmly, gently holding his partner against him. He looked down and placed a soft kiss to Leonard's head, a notably human gesture. "It is time to wake up, Leonard," he whispered softly, earning him an agitated grunt. The doctor never was much of a morning person.
"Daddy, please," Joanna cried, blinking in an attempt to look all innocent. Doctor McCoy sighed, finally deciding to look up. "Come on, let's go open presents!" Yeah, he had raised an impatient little daughter. She was the cutest thing, though. With a small push from his husband, Leonard started scooting out of bed. "Yay!" the girl exclaimed, running just outside their doorway; her father just laughed.
"Come on, Spock. It's Christmas," the good doctor tried, a hint of a dry laugh in his voice. The man slipped a shirt on as his lover got out of bed, more dressed than he had been due to being cold - despite the fact that Leonard had already spiked the thermometer to an unreasonable temperature. Unless, of course, you're Vulcan. He smiled lazily at Spock, his eyes still glazed over with sleep.
The two men waked to the door, hand-in-hand, and Joanna just smirked, holding a hand out to stop them as they reached the doorway. "Wait," she said and pointed above their heads. Leonard was the first to look, rolling his eyes as he did so. Spock just calmly lowered his gaze back to his husband.
"I believe the tradition is —" The Vulcan was cut off by a pair of lips on his, the culprit smiling as he pulled away.
"I believe I know the tradition, Spock," he teased, entangling his fingers with his husband's. "Merry Christmas, darling."