A/N- Next story up...one all about Wilbur's first Christmas! Well, almost entirely about. At the end is a little add on that I actually contemplated putting in to begin with. But my fingers kept typing so I just couldn't stop myself. Also, for anyone who thinks I just cheated and used the whole ornament concept again...I did that on purpose. Although not all of the oneshots will be tie-ins. I specifically wanted this one to be a tie in with Christmas For The First Time, thus I thought that Cornelius should act in the same sentimental way he had with Franny and their ornament. Hope the re-use of it doesn't turn anyone off.

Baby's First Christmas

"Cornelius! You have to come and see this!" Franny rushed into the lab and said excitedly. Cornelius and Carl looked at one another in a confused manner. "Oh and Carl, you have a built in video camera right? You have to come record it!" Franny ran back out of the lab. Cornelius looked at the robot and shrugged his shoulders before they followed after her. "Look," Franny whispered when they joined her.

Wilbur was in his state of the arc walker with one of the presents that had originally been under the tree. He was shaking it up and down and hitting it on the tray that was attached to the walker. "Why the little rascal," Cornelius laughed. "Not even a year old yet and he's already trying to sneak a peek at his gifts."

"You know he's just playing with it. Isn't it so sweet," Franny smiled, her motherly love showing. "Only, I wonder how he managed to get it from inside the walker."

"That is an excellent question," Cornelius thought about it.

"I say it's because he's smarter than you know. He's trouble I tell you," Carl said in a worried tone. "Cute trouble, but we're gonna have to watch this one someday."

"I'll say," Cornelius said under his breath as he moved closer to Wilbur. "What do you have there, Wilbur?"

Wilbur, hearing his dad's voice, immediately turned in the walker as fast as he could with his little legs. He shook the present again, bouncing up and down as squeals of delight escaped from his mouth. "Sounds like someone's excited to see daddy," Franny smiled and also drew closer. "Let me see the package, sweetie," she said in a soft tone and pried the gift from her baby's hand. She went to put it back under the tree, but suddenly her eye caught sight of the tag. "Oh my goodness, Cornelius, look!" she handed him the package quickly.

"Well, what do you know!? It's one of Wilbur's gifts." Cornelius looked down at his son who wore a huge smile across his entire little face. "What exactly were you doing, Wilbur?" he asked playfully.

Wilbur's smile turned into more squeals of joy as he looked back and forth between his dad and mom. "Vvvv…mmm…" he spoke in baby gibberish as he stretched out his fingers towards Franny.

Franny couldn't resist and picked him up, the package still in her hand as she did. After a few seconds, Wilbur used it as an opportunity to grab at the package again. "So that's what you wanted! You mischievous little thing," Franny couldn't help but smile when she said it. "I think he might have inherited his daddy's brain."

Cornelius smiled at the thought. "He is a smart one," Cornelius placed a kiss on Wilbur's forehead before patting the top of his head lightly. He then grabbed the package, causing Wilbur to look at him with a face that made Cornelius wonder whether or not he was going to cry. "How about we use that brain for good and not evil," he chuckled as he set the present back under the tree.

"Honey," Franny had started to leave to feed Wilbur but had stopped and turned back to look at her husband, "I wanted us to go shopping for a keepsake ornament for Wilbur later. Do you think you'll be too busy?"

"Even if I were, I'd make time for something that important. We'll go after lunch."

"Just another reason why I love you," Franny raised one of her hands and blew a kiss towards him. She then took Wilbur's hand and put it up to his lips and moved it back and forth like was blowing kisses. "Blow daddy a kiss? Yay! Say I love you daddy," she said in a purposely overly excited tone of voice before turning and leaving.

"I must be the luckiest man in the world," Cornelius smiled as he watched them leave. He then looked back down at the present and grabbed it again. "This is going to sound crazy, Carl, but can you use your x-ray vision mode to see what's in here. I didn't do the wrapping so I was just wondering."

"Mm-hmm…" Carl eyed him suspiciously. "Or maybe you just know like I do that Wilbur knows exactly what he's doing.

"Oh, come on, Carl. He's not even a year old yet. I highly suspect that he had any idea the gift was really his, let alone what was in it."

"If you say so," Carl's eyes turned red as they scanned the package. "It looks like a…baby blanket."

Cornelius' eyes grew wide. "The one with the time machine design?" he asked.

"Umm, yeah, it looks that way," Carl said, turning the package this way and that studying the design. "Or it could be a rocket, but either way, yeah."

"It couldn't be," Cornelius mumbled to himself, wondering at the coincidence. "Could it?"

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"Wow, there's just so many to choose from," Franny said as she and Cornelius reached the section of ornaments dedicated to the purpose of being a keepsake ornament for a child's first Christmas.

"I guess we're supposed to choose something that reminds us of something about our first year as Wilbur's parents maybe?"

"Well, I remember that oddly enough that my keep sake ornament had a frog on it because I had this stuffed frog that my nana gave me and I apparently would never let go of it," Franny recalled vaguely.

"I can imagine," Cornelius teased his wife about her frog obsession. "But I think we can rule out frogs for Wilbur's keepsake. He's made no sign of having inherited that trait."

"I think the only thing he did inherit from me is the cowlick," Franny laughed, still looking at one ornament after another.

"How about this one?" Cornelius held up one to show to Franny.

"You are joking right?" she smirked a little. "We can't let his keepsake ornament be a commercialized tribute to Captain Time Travel!"

"What? I have a feeling he's going to be a fan someday," Cornelius said. "He's already got a little outfit with the lightning bolt on it.

"But that's just a baby's outfit, honey, not an ornament to serve as a lifelong memory for us," Franny said level headedly.

"Okay, I guess you're right…as usual," Cornelius put the ornament back where he had found it and pretended not to be bothered by the fact that he'd made a bad pick.

"This one's kind of cute," Franny pointed to a simple one of a baby reaching towards a Christmas tree.

"And it would be appropriate after what happened earlier this afternoon," Cornelius smiled at the recollection.

"I just don't know," Franny sighed after studying the ornament for several moments. "I don't know if it's special enough. None of these are really."

"I understand," Cornelius said, tapping his chin a few times. "We can just keep looking."

"I don't want to settle on just anything," Franny agreed as they left.

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In the following weeks, Franny kept her eyes open for a baby's first Christmas ornament that just captured her heart, but nothing ever seemed adequate. As Franny opened her eyes and sat up in bed, she realized that time was gone and that it was now Christmas morning. Her heart sunk and she felt like she must be the worst mother in the history of motherhood. She let out such a loud, depressing sigh that Cornelius woke up as well. He looked up and saw the tears in his wife's eyes and it didn't take long for him to sit up. "What's wrong?" He asked, putting his arms around her as her forehead dropped against his chest.

"I'm a horrible mother," the tears turned into sobs.

"No you're not! How could you think a thing like that?"

"Because of me, our son doesn't even have an ornament."

"Oh, honey, is that what this is about?" Cornelius bit his lip to keep from laughing in spite of himself.

Franny sniffled and looked up seeing the smirk that Cornelius had been trying to hide. "You think it's funny? This is serious, Cornelius."

"It only seems like it. Franny, it'll be okay. I never had an ornament," Cornelius pointed out. He hardly ever spoke of his once being an orphan unless it proved a point for good and not for self-pity.

"I suppose," Franny sniffled again. "I just wanted Wilbur to have a wonderful ornament. You can't understand."

"Of course I understand. We're his parents; we're supposed to get sentimental over things like this. But I promise it'll be alright. This is Wilbur's first Christmas and I know that this isn't how you want to remember it," Cornelius said gently, thumbing away some of her tears.

"I know. I'll be okay. It'll all be okay," Franny forced a smile.

"Yes, it will be," Cornelius assured. "Now let's go wake up our handsome little man show him what a Robinson Christmas is like."

Franny giggled. She loved the way her husband loved her and their son. The way his eyes lit up in a husbandly glow or fatherly glow made her heart soar. "I like that idea," she kissed him lightly and took his hand. They walked together towards the nursery. As they entered the room, they could already hear Wilbur making baby noises from his crib. They found him staring at his mobile, reaching and going on and on in his inexplicable baby language. "It looks like our handsome little man is already awake." She leaned over the crib lovingly and Wilbur looked at her with a big smile. She picked him up and held him closer to the mobile so that he could touch it. "Just like his daddy."

"What do you mean?" Cornelius asked curiously.

"Always wanting to find out how something works," Franny answered, and Wilbur let out a squeal of joy almost as if to agree with his mother's words.

"I guess I made an excellent decision," Cornelius replied.

"What do you mean excellent decision?" Franny looked at her husband in complete confusion.

"Follow me," he half whispered, this time taking her hand and leading her and their son out into the hall and towards the Christmas tree. Cornelius was glad to see that they were the only ones up at the moment. He then turned to Franny and said, "Close your eyes."

"Close my eyes? Honey, I've got Wilbur. I'm not going to close my eyes."

"He'll be fine. I'll be leading you the entire way," Cornelius insisted and after a few seconds, Franny rolled her eyes in playful sarcasm and then closed them. "Alright, this way."

"What are we doing?" Franny asked with a slight laugh at her husband's odd behavior.

"You'll see. Here, let me take Wilbur for you. You stay right there just a moment. No peeking." Cornelius grabbed Wilbur and set him down in his walker which Cornelius had purposely placed by the Christmas tree the night before. He then turned back to Franny who had a smile of anticipation on her face. "There's just something that I…oh no! How did that…" Cornelius' voice changed to a worried voice, so believable that it caused Franny's expression to turn into an equally worried one as her eyes flew open.

"Cornelius, what is…it," she caught her breath, immediately seeing the new ornament that hung beside her and Cornelius' keepsake ornament. "I don't understand," she reached out and touched it carefully, admiring the beauty of it.

"You didn't think our son wouldn't get a keepsake ornament now did you?" Cornelius asked with a smile.

"You know I did! Oh, but this is so beautiful. It's better than anything we ever saw anywhere," Franny removed it from the branch to inspect it more closely. In the middle was a crib with a baby boy inside that resembled Wilbur. On either side was a figure that resembled Cornelius and another figure that resembled Franny. And actually spinning above the cradle was a heart shaped mobile that had a frog, a time machine and a lightning bolt.

"I knew how distraught you were before this morning. I could just tell. So, I had this one custom made for him. I hope you really do like it. I wasn't sure how sentimental to make it," Cornelius said honestly.

"No, it's wonderful. It's playful and adorable, just like Wilbur and, oh, I love it. So, I'm the frog right?"

"Of course," Cornelius smiled. "Wilbur's the lightning bolt, because I'm telling you, the boy is going to be a fan of Captain Time Travel."

"Whatever you say," Franny thought her husband's determination was odd but adorable. "And you're the…time machine? What is with the time machine fetish all of a sudden?"

"Oh, I, uh, I've decided that someday I'm going to build a time machine and I have a feeling that it'll be my most important invention. Well, with the exception of the memory scanner and Carl that is. But it'll be very important, believe me."

"Don't worry. I believe anything you say," Franny smiled and then hung the ornament back down at the tree. She noticed that Wilbur was staring at it, mesmerized almost. "Wilbur, you have the best daddy in the world." Wilbur giggled excitedly in response and Franny turned to Cornelius. "How about that? He already knows," she smiled and leaned in so that the couple could share a Christmas kiss.

12 Christmas Eves Later

Franny stood alone in front of the Christmas tree. Everyone else had already gone off to bed, but she couldn't sleep at the moment. She stared at the tree and its different assortment of ornaments. Finally her eyes settled on one in particular. It was her son Wilbur's keepsake ornament from his first Christmas. As she studied it, the memories came flooding back and she couldn't help but smile. She remembered how Cornelius had been so determined that Wilbur would take a liking to Captain Travel. He had been right because now her son hardly ever took off his the signature lightning bolt t-shirt that he had. She then looked at the time machine. "So that's how he knew," she laughed slightly to herself as it suddenly hit her how Cornelius had known about their son's captivation with time machines. "You're right. The time machine is one of your most important inventions. Without it, who knows what might have happened."

"And without Wilbur too," Cornelius whispered behind her, startling her. "I wanted to tell you so many times when we were younger, but I never knew how."

"I'm kind of glad you didn't," she said, turning to face him. "He still has the best daddy in the world," Franny leaned into kiss Cornelius but they were stopped when they heard something from behind the tree.

"Wilbur, come out from behind there," Cornelius said knowingly and Wilbur emerged. "Trying to sneak a peek at your Christmas presents again?"

"Huh, uh, me? No, of course not. I mean, why would you even think that? I was just uh…admiring my keepsake ornament. It's kind of cool that you made it to reflect my interests when I was only a baby and uh…well, I'm off to bed now!" Wilbur quickly ran down the hall.

"Not buying it, Wilbur!" Cornelius called after him. "You'll see your presents in the morning just like everyone else!"

Franny and Cornelius began laughing amongst themselves. Franny immediately remembered the day twelve years prior and how Wilbur had had one of his gifts then as well. "I guess some things never change, do they?"

"I'm okay with that," Cornelius nodded and smiled and then pulled Franny closer to finish their kiss.