-1Alaska's POV
Juneau was two days old on Christmas Eve. Papa came up from Washington D.C. to visit Juneau and me. Nathaniel and Tomas went home on the twenty-third, but they said they'd call me on Christmas Day.
Anyway, I was sitting next to Papa. I was-of course-hold Juneau.
Papa sat up a little straighter. "He's beautiful."
"Yes he is." I shifted Juneau's position in my arms.
Papa looked up at me. "I got you a present."
I smiled. "Really?"
He gave me a floppy thing wrapped in red, white, and blue wrapping paper. I used my one free hand and tore the paper off the "floppy".
My eyes welled with tears. "Oh, Papa…" The gift was a blanket with a picture of Papa, Momma, and me when I was two or three. I was sitting on Papa's lap, it appeared I was half-awake. Momma had his head on Papa's shoulder. We were all drinking hot chocolate, I think.
Papa cleared his throat. "I remember that day like it was yesterday. You ate a lot of chocolate."
"Then we started drinking liquid chocolate. That was real healthy."
"Can I hold Juneau?" Papa asked.
I gave my little boy to Papa. I walked into the kitchen to stretch my legs.
I heard Juneau start to cry.
"Little Dude, calm down," Papa said. Juneau continued crying. "Alaska! The Hero isn't good with screaming babies!"
I sighed and calmly walked back into the living room. I took Juneau from Papa's arms.
"Shh. Momma is here. Shh."
Juneau's cries died down. I gently stroked his silky, beautiful, blond hair.
Papa chuckled. "Juneau acts just like how you did. You cried every time I held you. You also cried when Grandma England and Aunt Belarus held you. You loved Grandpa France and Aunt Ukraine."
"I was a nice kid, wasn't I?" I joked. "I'm not shocked about me crying when Aunt Belarus held me… she's a creep."
Papa nodded in agreement.
"I'll be right back."
I walked to Juneau's room and placed him in his crib. I kissed him on his forehead and pulled up the crib railing.
"This was a great day." I thought.