Name: Happy Holidays

Description: Christmas. Will. Happen.

Pairing: Sophitz

"Wrapping gifts with birthday paper," Sophie sung, " falalalala lalalala. Because we ran out of festive stuff, falalalala lalalala," Sophie looked over at her daughter and husband sitting on the chair across from her and smiled,

"You know we may be the biggest idiots on the planet," Sophie stated,

"Why?" Fitz asked,

"Because we never thought to get wrapping paper for Christmas, despite the fact that we've made at least one diaper run this week," Fitz shrugged,

"In our defense we literally just celebrated Chanukkah with my family and your sister, and we have to make sure that our child doesn't you know, die or become traumatized for life or anything,"

"Yeah," they both stared at the Birthday wrapping paper sitting on the table, "how do we get stuck with the Christmas party every year,"

"I have no idea," They both sighed.

"You think our friends will call us crazy when we make them use hand sanitizer before coming in to our home?" Sophie asked swapping to the couch across from her and grabbing Calla into her arms.

"I mean Wylie and Linh did the same thing with Rhys so they won't," Fitz stated

"Biana and Dex never judge us because they're nice to us," Sophie added, they both sighed again

"We are never going to hear the end of it from Keefe and Tam," they stated in unison. Linh and Wylie still hadn't finished being teased for their overprotectiveness over Rhys before he had been vaccinated. Sophie looked down at Calla. They're daughter was exactly three weeks old on Christmas day, which of course meant she had been born on the first day of Hanukkah.

At least the first day of Chanukkah in 2018, then they hadn't slept for any of the days of Hanukkah, she hoped it didn't become a tradition. Especially since the Foster-Vacker family Chanukah extravaganza was already hard enough. To find at least one day where, Biana, Amy, her and Fitz, and Alden and Della could get together, it was hectic, especially since Amy lived in California. Now her sister had flown back home and they had gotten Calla to a sleep pattern where they at least got a bit of sleep before she woke them up. Sophie looked down at Calla and thought about the amount of people about to be in their apartment,

"I am not looking forward to this," she cooed.

"Where are you guys?" Linh sighed as she sat on top of the family's minivan trying to get reception while she talked to Keefe who kept asking about their location, despite her repetition of the fact that she did not know.

"Seriously Keefe just get Tam to track me, we have each other microchipped for a reason," she exclaimed,

"No Linh. I refuse to do that because I don't think it's healthy to have a microchip of your sibling," Linh rolled her eyes,

"You keep saying that, Wylie keeps saying that, and I'm going to say what I always say, just because one of you are a psychologist and the other is a doctor doesn't mean you know what's healthy," there was a pause on the other side of the phone,

"Why am I the logical one in this conversation?" he asked,

"Because I'm sitting on top of a minivan in the middle of a snow storm,"

"Okay Linh, try to describe your surroundings to me," Linh glanced around,

"There's a bunch of trees," she responded,

"Well we live in New York, so that's pretty helpful actually, I have to assume you're either in Brooklyn or Central Park,"

"I hope it's Brooklyn,"

"It would be easier to find you in Brooklyn," he agreed,

"Plus less likely to get mugged,"

"So do we know if Marella's coming?" Sophie yelled across the apartment,

"She's definitely not, she was going to try to come but she just texted me that she has family stuff," Sophie sighed. Despite not caring about Christmas, she did care about her friends being here, and so far, none of them were.

Linh and Wylie were stuck in Brooklyn. Tam and Keefe were looking for the Endals. Biana was also stuck in Brooklyn. Marella was stuck in Jersey, and Winning the competition for farthest away was Dex, stuck in Ohio. Sophie rubbed her hands up and down her face and kept repeating the same thing to herself. Christmas. Will. Happen.

"Okay!" She had called Keefe five minutes ago pretending to sob just so he and Tam would get their butts over to Manhattan.

They of course had not gotten their butts over, mostly because the Endals had gotten their butts stuck in the snow.

The doctor in her was very worried about them getting hypothermia and frostbite. The part of her that was currently not a doctor was very concerned about them getting to her damned apartment.

Fitz had started stress baking, which didn't sound like a problem until you had three trays of cookies in the oven that you didn't remember making and had already started on the crust of a pie. Sophie walked into the kitchen,

"The stress baking started," he told her,

"That's good," she put a bit of cookie dough in her mouth, " cause I think the stress eating has too,"

"How are the eyelashes?" he asked. Sophie made a face,

"We're at like a level two," she mumbled through a now full mouth of cookie dough, "How about you?" he gestured to the pie crust on the counter. Sophie nodded.

"Why are we so stressed about this?" she asked, "it makes zero sense when compared to our general characteristics and logistics,"

"You're using long words so we've stepped it up to a level three," he told her. Sophie's phone started buzzing. She grabbed it from her pocket.

She pressed the answer button,

"Dr. Sophie Foster," there were some muffled sounds on the other side and then Sophie smiled.

The truck was stuffed full. Everly and Rhys were sitting on either sides of Wylie while Linh was in the middle seat in the front.

Rhys was quietly singing away in a manger, Everly was distracted by her own feet, Wylie was making sure Everly's feet did not go in her mouth, Keefe had switched to driver, and Tam and Linh were back seat driving.

Anyone who called the Song twins complete opposites clearly hadn't spent five minutes around them. Especially not in a car.

"Seriously one of you should just drive," Keefe suggested,

"I drove us here,"

"I just refuse to drive a truck," Keefe glanced at her,

"Yeah well I refuse to drive a minivan,"

They all sat with no sound other than the Song twins correcting Keefe's driving as though it was the thing they were most passionate about in life.

"I'm going to turn the radio on if you don't shut up," That made everyone very quiet. The truck had been Linh and Tam's in high school and Tam had taken it when they'd graduated. Now it had been a lot of years and the radio did not work, it did however admit a loud shrieking sound that could be most easily compared to the sobbing of the damned.

They all stayed quiet for a while then Rhys's quiet singing resumed.

Sophie smiled as she finally heard knocking on their door. She stood up and walked over to the door. She opened it and found exactly what she was looking to find, Linh, Tam, Wylie, Keefe, Everly, and Rhys.

"Aunt Sophie!" Rhys exclaimed. Sophie smiled and picked up her nephew. She hugged him before placing him on her hip,

"Three seconds and you've already stolen our kid," Wylie teased, Sophie shrugged,

"I mean you're probably going to steal my kid in a minute,"

"On the topic of kids we have presents for your's," Linh told her, "where is Fitz, if he is my partner in reverse crime he can also be my partner in carrying stuff in from my car,"

"Kitchen," Sophie answered, Linh nodded and started to walk in the kitchen's direction, "don't be alarmed by the pie!"

It took Linh and Fitz a surprisingly long time to get all the stuff. When they came back it was with their typical greeting,

"Open up it's the police," Linh said calmly on the other side of the door. Sophie and Wylie gave each other the look that they always did when Fitz and Linh did these things before Sophie opened the door Fitz and Linh stared at her for a moment. Then Linh started talking.

"You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an," Marella appeared out of nowhere,

"Attorney!" she shouted. In that moment Sophie wondered if letting Fitz and Linh become police officers and Marella become a lawyer was the worst decision she had ever made.

Biana jumped trying to see over the swarms of people. She couldn't see over them o matter how hard she tried. Not that Dex was hard to spot, during their teenage years he had had growth spurt after growth spurt and now he was too tall to miss, unless you had stopped growing at thirteen and were barely over five feet tall. It wasn't the best position to be in. She considered standing on a bench but standing on a bench made her look like a child which was not her goal. Her goal was to look like someone who owned a fashion company, all though covered in snow and jumping up and down wasn't necessarily selling that image. Biana felt someone tap her shoulder and turned around to see Dex smiling at her.

"Merry Christmas," she smiled and wrapped her arms around him,

"Merry Christmas," she responded, "ready to walk to Manhattan!" she exclaimed,

"Ready to what now," he asked,

"Well, I refuse to ride the subway on Christmas,"

"Fair,"

"It's way too snowy to risk a cab,"

"Fair,"

"We don't own a car,"

"True,"

"And we have to get to Christmas,"

"I guess we're walking to Manhattan, first can we please get a coffee though ?"

"Yes,"

Music rang through the house as Sophie placed a bite of cinnamon bun in her mouth. Biana had called at six in the mourning (not that they weren't already awake) and told them that he and Dex would get there for dinner but would not be there for brunch. Sophie kept eating her cinnamon bun and hoped they weren't running out of Christmas music to play. She had only downloaded a couple albums and Keefe kept skipping songs despite her telling him to stop.

They had already opened gifts and we're all sporting their 2018 Christmas sweaters courtesy of Marella. Biana and Dex's were sitting on the couch ready to be claimed.

Sophie glanced at the door. Still nothing. She looked back to the table and then right as there was a knock at the door. Sophie and Fitz both stood up and rushed to the door where they were met by a snow-covered Biana and Dex,

Rhys smiled apon seeing them and stood up not bothering to wipe off his hands, before rushing to Biana and jumping up so that she would pick him up.

"Aunty Biana you're a snow man!" he exclaimed. His eyes landed on Dex and he gasped, "and you brought Frosty!" Biana giggled and wiped off Dex's face,

"Uncle Dex! That's better than Frosty,"

"I agree," Biana responded. They both nodded a couple times. Sophie laughed. It was no secret that Biana had been declared the favourite non-immeadiate family member by the four year old. If Biana was in the room he was stuck to her. It was also no secret that Rhys was Biana's favourite family member in general, which meant she had no problem with having a shadow at any holidays.

Sophie sometimes wondered if there were any side effects to having your aunt prefer one of your siblings or cousins over you. She also sometimes worried Rhys would be preferred to Biana's own kids because she knew that lead to some weird psychological symptoms.

Either way right now they were happy, and Christmas was complete.