A/N: I am terribly sorry for not posting yesterday. The keyboard on my Mac died, and I had to go and figure out what to do, which took about four hours. Anyway, I'll post like three one shots today to make it up. I even made this one extra fluffy and adorable for you. Send in some reviews? I could certainly use the love right about now.

Chris x Jill

One thing Jill Valentine had learned in all her years was how quickly and easily things could change. Sometimes for the worst, but sometimes, if you were particularly lucky, for the better. As she stood in the doorway of the darkened bedroom, she thought that this new change in her life was perhaps the best one yet. She certainly had never would have thought, upon meeting Chris Redfield when they were still practically kids themselves, that they would one day be tucking their child in together.

From where he stood behind her, Chris slid his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest in a gentle hug. "She's sleeping, babe," he murmured quietly, giving her a squeeze. "You don't need to stand in the doorway and watch her. She's safe here."

Although she knew his words were true, Jill always had this lingering fear that something might happen to their daughter. Callie was going on three already, the most beautiful creature Jill had ever seen, with long brown curls and bright blue eyes. And she was just as brave as her parents, a fearless child that would never back down. But there were plenty of people in the world that would want to bring their family harm, and so she was constantly on edge.

"Come on," Chris said then, slipping his hand into hers. Her fingers were small in comparison to his, but both were rough and calloused from years of battle. "It's Valentine's Day. You could at least spend a little time with your husband."

Jill giggled a little, allowing him to pull her down the hall to their own bedroom. It still surprised her sometimes to think that after everything they had been through, they were married and had a family together. It was a good surprise, though; she didn't think anything could have made her happier than knowing she would get to spend the rest of her life with the only man she had ever loved. Sure, it wouldn't always be easy, and there was always the fear that something tragic might happen to them. But it was worth it, just to get to fall asleep beside him and just know that everything was right.

Chris pushed open the door, revealing to her a dozen red roses and two filled glasses of red wine resting upon the nightstand. She gave him a small smile and the most loving look he had ever seen in his life. "Christopher," she murmured, giving his hand a slight squeeze. "You didn't have to do all this."

He gave a shrug. "It's not a big deal," he assured her. In fact, he wished he could have done more. But with both of them working around the clock, or taking care of Callie between missions, it was a miracle they even had this night to themselves. "It was the least I could do. You deserve more."

Jill brushed his comment off, going over to the nightstand. The roses were beautiful, each one open before her, a vibrant display of splendor. She perched on the edge of the bed and picked up one of the wine glasses, sipping at the dark liquid. "I have everything I could ever want," she told him seriously. "I have a job I love, I'm still alive, I've got Callie, and I've got my soul mate."

The brunette smiled at her. God, he loved her. All the things the had gone through, all the things that had tried to tear them apart, and yet here they were, finally able to have a life together. Chris moved to the bed and sat beside her, kissing the side of her head when she nuzzled into his side.

"I love you, Mrs. Redfield," he said softly. Setting aside her glass, Jill placed a hand on the side of his face, turning it towards her own. She replied by kissing him deeply, the sort of lingering, passionate kiss that resonated in every part of her being. The kind that made her chest swell with emotion and her head spin. Even after all this time, she still got dizzy from the feeling of his mouth on hers.

Chris made a small sound in the back of his throat. In a swift movement he pinned her onto the bed beneath him, kissing her again. Jill laughed lightly, her hands gripping his big shoulders as he moved his lips down her neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there. No matter how many times he found himself here with her, he never tired of the sensation, the pure bliss it offered him.

His hands slid over her hips, fingertips teasing the exposed skin of her stomach where her shirt had ridden up. Jill moaned a little as her flesh blossomed under his touch. Just as his hands were about to slide up her shirt, there came a tiny noise from the doorway. Chris sat up, moving quickly off his wife and looked at the place where his daughter now stood.

"Daddy?" Callie's little voice called out. Her blue eyes were wide as they stared at him from across the room. Every time he saw her, Chris felt this great sense of pride and happiness. She was his whole world, the light in the darkness he had almost accepted as home. "I had a nightmare. Can I come lay with you and Mommy?"

Chris smiled at her, holding out a hand. "Of course, baby. Come on over."

Callie crossed the room, her stuffed puppy in hand. A present from her Uncle Piers, Chris thought with a grin. He was glad that after everything, they had been able to stay close. Chris had almost lost his best friend to that incident in China, and it had made him realize how much he needed him.

"It was just a nightmare," Jill whispered, hoisting Callie up into the bed, smoothing her tangled brown curls away from her beautiful face. "Dreams cant hurt you, sweetheart."

Their daughter's eyes gleamed in the dim lighting of the room. They were filled to the brim with exhaustion, and she immediately cuddled into the plush pillows and blankets. "I love you guys," she said sleepily, the words quickly swallowed into a yawn.

Chris leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. "Love you too, baby girl."

She was asleep in moments, clutching the blue puppy to her chest. Jill smiled lovingly at her before glancing back at Chris. "Happy Valentine's Day," she said, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

The couple settled into bed on either side of their child. Chris slung an arm over Callie, holding her protectively to his body. He couldn't think of a better way to end the holiday than falling asleep with his two favorite girls in the world.