The PJ Masks, Greg, Connor, Amaya, Catboy, Gekko, Owlette, PJ Robot, Luna Girl, Night Ninja, Romeo, etc are all © to their respective owners, presumably Romuald and Disney Junior. The only parts of this work that I claim ownership of are any characters aside from those just mentioned as belonging to Disney (e.g. Finn is mine). I also own the story itself. Again, none of the characters owned by Romuald or Disney Junior are mine.

WARNING: STOP! YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST READ THE EVENTS IN THE PREVIOUS SERIES, INTERESTING TIMES, BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY!

This short story and the others in "The Big Brother Chronicles" are a sort of interstitial series to exhibit some of the important and cute moments that happen in Finn's infancy and early years. The stories will also serve as a vague prologue to the new series of fics I will be working on this month.

Keep in mind: This story skips ahead by a significant amount of time.

12-year old Amaya walked toward Greg's house. She was bundled up in warm winter clothes and looked fairly content as she navigated her way through the snow-covered ground. It was overcast today, so the snow wasn't too bright to look at and appreciate. Once she reached the porch, she knocked on the door. After a few seconds, a smiling little boy opened the door. Amaya calmly said, "Hi, Finn." She smiled.

Finn was bundled up in warm clothes, too, along with thick mittens and a stylish grey beanie. In a cute little voice, he said "Amaya!" He ran out the door and gave her a hug.

Amaya was slightly surprised by how hard the boy hugged her waist. "You hug really hard for a three-year-old, Finn!"

Finn let her go and flexed his arms enthusiastically. "I got super muscles!"

Amaya laughed and they stepped inside. "Did you learn that from Greg?" Finn nodded. Amaya closed the door behind her and said, "Miss Linda, it's Amaya! I'm here to take Finn to play in the snow!"

After a few seconds, Linda appeared at the doorway. She looked tired and just a bit disheveled. She said, "Hello Amaya! I didn't even hear you knock, sorry dear."

Amaya said, "It's fine! Finn was a sweetie and knew I was coming over, so I guess he opened the door for me." She patted the boy's head affectionately. "Have you heard from Mister Alan and Greg today?"

Linda shook her head. "Not yet, but soon. I think they're crossing the border heading back into France, today, which means they're driving."

Amaya nodded. Every year, Greg's dad, Alan, went on a business trip to a medical conference in France. This year, he had decided to bring along Greg, much to the preteen's delight. They had extended their stay and went to see some of the interesting things in London, to the north. Amaya said, "So, when will they be back home?"

Finn hopped up and down and said, "Daddy and Greggy will be home the day after tomorrow!"

Amaya half-giggled and looked up at Linda. Linda nodded and said, "Yep, that's right, Finn! Daddy and Greg will be back home the day after tomorrow." She rubbed her temple and added, "Finn has probably asked me that question a hundred times today. Glad he's finally memorized it…"

Amaya giggled. "Well, I'm glad they're having fun." She looked at Finn. "Ready to go play in the snow?"

Finn jumped up and down, shouting, "Snow, snowy snow!"

Linda looked at Finn. "Finn, you listen to Amaya. Understand?" Finn nodded.

Amaya and Finn waved, and then they walked into the middle of the yard and said, "Well… What do you wanna do today, Finn?" It had snowed again last night and left a new layer of the white powder across the city.

Finn said, "Can we build a snowman?"

Amaya smiled and nodded. "Okay. Do you know how?"

Finn said, "Uh, no." He smiled innocently.

Amaya laughed, "Alright, I'll show you how, come on." Amaya walked through the snow and grabbed a handful of snow. Once Finn had finished waddling over, Amaya formed a ball with the snow in her gloved hand. "First, you grab some snow, and make a little snowball!" Finn clapped and then grabbed his own handful of snow.

Later that evening, Connor lay in bed at his house. He was not alone, though; Finn was sleeping over tonight! Connor had just finished reading a book to Finn, and the little one was fast asleep. Connor yawned; he was getting quite sleepy himself, despite how early at night it was. The clock beside his bed only read 8:23 PM.

Connor had gone outside and played in the snow with Amaya and Finn earlier today. When they went to take Finn home, they discovered that Linda had fallen ill. After a short round of deliberations, the two preteens had arranged for Finn to stay with Connor so he wouldn't get sick at home with his mom. Connor smiled to himself as he thought about all the wild things his dad, Tim, had done with him and Finn. Connor had felt like a little kid again as they all played and roughhoused.

The door creaked open and Amaya poked her head in the room. Connor waved and Amaya walked over to him. She sat on the bed next to Connor; she was dressed warmly. Amaya whispered, "Is he okay?" She pointed to the blonde toddler, whose head was laying on Connor's chest.

Connor nodded gently. He whispered back, "Yeah. He's been asleep for a few minutes." Connor lifted Finn and placed him on the pillow next to him. Connor sat up and Amaya stood up, too. They walked to the doorway. "Did you talk to Miss Linda?"

Amaya nodded. "Yeah, that's why I came back over. She's still feeling bad, and said she'd call your mom in the morning." Amaya pulled a pacifier from her coat pocket and added, "She also asked me to bring this over for Finn. She said sometimes he will wake up in the night and it's the only way to get him to sleep."

Connor took the pacifier. "Right." He looked over at Finn, making sure the little one was still okay.

Amaya smiled. "Are you excited?"

Connor's eyes shot back over to Amaya. "Huh? About what?"

Amaya said, "Don't play stupid with me, Connor. I know you like to snuggle with Finn." She looked over at the little one. "It's always really cute whenever I find Finn napping with you."

Connor felt his cheeks getting warm; he was blushing. "S-so what?" Amaya was right; being cuddly with Finn was one of Connor's favorite pass-times when he could manage it. Heck, Finn is probably the only person that Connor likes to hug anywhere, even in public. "You like him, too."

Amaya snickered. "Why are you getting defensive? I told you, I think it's cute. I mean, Finn likes to snuggle with you, too." She placed her hand flat on Connor's chest. Even with his pajamas between her hand and his skin, Connor radiated heat. After a few seconds, she added, "Connor... You're warm and you like to cuddle; that's okay, you know. I don't know why you always try to hide your soft side. The only other thing you're happy to snuggle with in front of other people is your cat."

Connor avoided eye contact with Amaya for a few seconds; he didn't like to be analyzed like this. When he looked up at her, she smiled. Connor's cheeks were fully red, now. Without much forethought, he said, "Finn is just an easy person to snuggle with. Sorta like his big brother, I guess." On the inside, Connor grimaced; maybe he had revealed too much. His pulse increased at the thought of snuggling with Greg. That was definitely different from snuggling with Finn.

Amaya's gaze was hard to decipher. Finally, after a few seconds, she raised an eyebrow and removed her hand from Connor's chest. She asked, "Can I come over in the morning? I want to play with Finn tomorrow, too. I miss Greg, and Finn reminds me of him a lot."

Connor replied, "Uh, yeah, sure. We'll be here."

Amaya nodded. She walked over to Finn and slowly leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "Mommy sent that, little one. She misses you." Finn wiggled a bit in his sleep.

Amaya walked back over to Connor and said, "Are you going to bed?"

Connor nodded. "Yeah. Finn and I played really hard with Dad tonight. I'm beat."

Amaya said, "I'll tell your mom that you're going to sleep, then. She was on the couch watching TV when I came in."

Connor nodded again. "Thanks… Bye, Amaya."

Amaya hugged Connor quickly. "Bye, Connor. Take care of Finny."

Connor hugged the girl back, and then she was gone. He just stood there. After a minute or so, Connor's blush had gone down, and his head was back in order.

He stretched and yawned, and then he went to turn off the lamp by his bed; he sat the pacifier on his nightstand, too. Once he did, Connor got into bed and carefully laid his arm across Finn. "Goodnight, little buddy."

Finn immediately scooted back over to Connor. Connor adjusted himself and the toddler laid his head on Connor's chest. Finn mumbled, "Nonnor." Connor smiled; he hadn't heard Finn say his name like that in several months. He wrapped one of his arms around Finn's chest protectively. Using his other arm, Connor pulled his blankets up far enough to cover up Finn's chest. Even though it was cold in his room, Connor didn't worry about covering up his own chest; with Finn there, Connor's heart was warm enough that he didn't really care if his body felt cold.

After a few minutes of feeling Finn's steady breathing rhythm, Connor did something that he rarely does: he fell asleep with a big smile on his face.