She loves her husband's hands- gentle when holding their children, warm when he takes her hand or caresses her cheek, magical when he uses them to pleasure her in their marital bed. He has a firm grasp upon their sleeping son now as the Cooper men nap on the couch. Attempting to remove Samuel from atop Sheldon's chest, Amy is unable to budge Sheldon's strong arms. Feeling the baby move, Sheldon jars awake, causing an instant pang of guilt in his wife.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, "let me move him to his swing."
"'Kay," Sheldon sleepily mumbles as he loosens his grasp on the baby before closing his eyes again.
Snuggling the baby close as he begins to stir at the movement, Amy shushes him as she kisses the crown of Samuel's head and whispers, "go back to sleep, Baby," before placing Samuel in the cream-colored swing and pressing a few buttons to turn it on.
Returning to the couch to find Sheldon now sitting up, Amy takes the end cushion before pulling on his shoulder to request he rest his head in her lap. As he does so, he sighs contentedly as Amy begins combing her fingers through his hair.
"I think I see a gray hair," Amy teases her husband.
"We're getting old, Mrs. Cooper," Sheldon replies as he reaches to squeeze one of her hands.
"You're getting old. I'm 21 and holding," she jokes, winking at Sheldon when he chuckles.
"Where's Amelia?" he wonders.
"Across the street watching The Polar Express. It's not like you to nap during the day. Are you coming down with a cold?" Amy wonders as she uses the back of her hand to check Sheldon's forehead for fever.
"No," Sheldon reassures. "I had no intention of falling asleep but when holding a warm snuggly baby..." he trails off as Amy nods in understanding.
"He does love to snuggle, just like Daddy," Amy confirms.
"Just like Mommy," Sheldon corrects as he reaches for her hand again and entwines their fingers before laying them on his chest over his heart. "Do you want to snuggle now while we have some alone time?"
"I would love nothing more but if I don't get the ham in the oven to warm, we won't be eating dinner," Amy apologetically explains.
"I'll put it in if you give me a kiss," Sheldon bargains as he sits up.
"How about I give you a kiss and still go put it in?" Amy counters.
"Deal," Seldon whispers as he cups Amy's cheek and gently lifts her head up to meet his plush lips. Feeling brazen, Sheldon attempts to add his tongue to the mixture when the kiss goes on longer than expected, and whimpers when Amy pulls away and grins at him.
"To be continued after I put the ham in the oven," Amy promises with one more quick peck of her husband's pouty lips, before prying herself off the couch and going to the kitchen.
Sighing, Sheldon lays down on the couch before rolling onto his left side, awaiting Amy's return to snuggle with him. He is in full panic mode now, his last-minute sprint to the mall largely unsuccessful.
"Sheldon? I can't reach the cans of pineapple," Amy calls out from the kitchen.
Granted a brief reprieval from his guilt by Amy needing his help in the kitchen, Sheldon quickly makes his way over and reaches up for the large cans of pineapple rings easily retrieving them for Amy and setting them on the counter. Rewarded for his chivalry with a smile and quick kiss in gratitude, Sheldon sits on one of the benches at the island as he watches Amy move around the kitchen.
"Did you have a nice outing with Samuel?" Amy wonders from the sink as she drains the juice from the pineapple.
"Nice isn't the adjective I would use to describe our outing," Sheldon quickly replies, instantly regretting it as Amy looks up in concern. "Parking was a nightmare, there were far too many people packed in like sardines and the grotesque commercialization of this holiday..."
"You're beginning to sound like your mother," Amy teases as Sheldon's jaw drops to the floor in shock.
"You take that back!" Sheldon teasingly warns.
"Nope," Amy sasses before sticking her tongue out at Sheldon.
"You're crazy," Sheldon replies as he stands up to get himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink.
"Crazy about you," Amy whispers as she wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his shoulder. "Did you go to Victoria's Secret?" she whispers in his ear, her hot breath causing him to shiver.
"Mmmhmm," he hums as Amy draws his earlobe into her warm moist mouth. "Did you purchase my Christmas boxers?"
"Mmmhmm, she croons as her hand slips further under Sheldon's t-shirt and caresses his abdomen before teasingly snaking a finger under the waistband of his black slacks. "Tell me, Mr. Cooper, am I on Santa's naughty list this year?" she wonders.
"You're definitely being naughty Mrs. Cooper," Sheldon replies as his breath hitches in his throat when Amy grazes her other hand along the front of his slacks.
"You like me naughty," Amy whispers directly into his ear before sucking the skin directly below his lobe into her mouth as Samuel begins to fuss. "Ugh, you have impeccable timing kid," Amy quietly mutters just loud enough for Sheldon to hear as she tends to their wailing son.
Watching as Amy holds their squirming son down on the couch with one hand while lifting her bra up to nurse with the other, Amy catches his eye and winks at him as she settles Samuel into nursing.
"You're thinking too hard. I can see the steam emitting from your ears," Amy teases after a few minutes of silence as Sheldon takes over preparing the ham for their Christmas Eve dinner party with their friends. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asks.
"My thoughts are worth far more than a penny," Sheldon huffs, causing Amy to roll her eyes at his arrogance. "I often marvel at how you can instantaneously switch gears from being my wife, my Vixen, to being the mother of my children when they need tending to."
"You do it too, Sheldon," Amy points out as she gently strokes Samuel's cheek, "I can't count how many times we've been mid-discussion only to have Wookiee interrupt us because she wants to play with Daddy. I often think about a conversation we had when we were in New York about learning how to be parents through trial and error."
"I often think of something Spock said, 'Trust yourself. you know more than you think you do," Sheldon replies as he places the ham in the oven. "I think we're doing a great job raising our children, don't you?"
"Definitely," Amy replies while smiling at Sheldon. "Stop looking at my boobs!" Amy laughs as she catches Sheldon staring while he walks over to the couch.
"They are just on temporary loan, Samuel," Sheldon teasingly warns his son as he sits next to Amy, "the second you no longer need nourishment from your mother's breasts, they become Daddy's once again."
"Oh really?" Amy questions, "Does Mommy get any say in this?" she wonders.
"None," Sheldon replies.
"I thought you were an ass man,' Amy points out.
"I'm an Amy man," he whispers in her ear before kissing her cheek.
