Author's notes: So I'm back with another chapter. Honestly, I was kind of putting it off because I love them so very much, I just don't really want to end it. But, everything that has a beginning has to have an end, so... here you go. *sighs deeply*

Please don't forget to review.

Love, Emy

Secret Santa

Christmas time at the Big Time Rush mansion had always been a big deal, but, since Emily had been born, all four men had brought a whole new level of magic to it.

For Emily's first Christmas Logan and James had went all out and strung up thousands upon thousands of tiny little white Christmas lights that resembled stars in the night's sky. Of course that had been Carlos and Kendall's first anniversary as well and it is needless to say that the night had been more than special.

A year later Carlos decided to dress up as Santa for little Emily. Of course she hadn't understood anything, but the men had had a lot of fun. Logan had been over-the-moon with happiness, making a photo album for Emily with all of the pictures he had taken of Carlos giving Emily her neatly packed gifts from under the tree.

When the night ended and James and Logan finally put Emily to bed, cuddling in front of the fire, watching as the Christmas lights twinkle, Kendall carried Santa to their bedroom, bridal style, Carlos giggling the whole way.

"Mi vida, put me down…" Carlos pecked his husband's lips, his arms wrapped around Kendall's neck.

"No, Santa." Kendall teased, kissing his husband's nose, over the fake beard.

"Amor… I'm heavy…"

"You're lighter than you look, Santa."

Carlos giggled again. "So, you want to role play?" He asked huskily.

"Mhmm…" Kendall gently placed Carlos' legs on the ground, but still kept a tight grip on his waist.

"You naughty, naughty boy." Carlos played along. "You want to fuck Santa."

"Mhmmm…" Kendall bent down and pecked Carlos' lips under the white moustache. "I want to be buried balls deep in Santa." Kendall purred in Carlos' ears, sending shivers down his husband's spine, making him half hard with just a simple phrase. "I want to have Santa moaning my name while I fuck him senseless."

Carlos let out an involuntary moan, closing his eyes, savoring the desire dripping from Kendall's every word. When he opened his eyes he was met with Kendall's green gaze clouded over by love, need and lust – so much lust it made Carlos gasp and turn to putty in his husband's touch. He focused his every remaining brain cell into slipping into the role his husband wanted him to play.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Carlos let out and Kendall's face split with the biggest, brightest grin. "Kendall Donald Knight, you've been a naughty boy. Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Kendall let go of Carlos' waist and played into his role as well, his heart thumping at the speed of light.

"No, Santa, I've been good…" He said, sticking his lower lips out a little, using a child-like voice. "I've been really good, Santa, I have."

"No, no, no, now, Kendall. It's not nice to lie to Santa." Carlos put both his hands on his waist. "Ho! Ho! Ho! You know Santa has his naughty and nice list. And Santa always checks his list twice. Ho! Ho! Ho!"

"But, Santa…" Kendall tried again.

"Ntz, ntz, ntz." Carlos made shaking his head from side to side. "You're a naughty boy, Kendall, to try to lie to Santa. Ho! Ho! Ho!" Carlos' cock twitched in his pants, images already forming in his head of what to do to Kendall. His vulnerable Kendall. It was so hard to see Kendall like that – his voice small, his eyes filled with innocence and a slight blush on his face – Carlos had to fight himself and not pounce on his husband right then and there.

Kendall hung his head "I'm sorry, Santa…" He whispered, looking at his husband from under his eyelashes.

"Are you really, Kendall."

"Mhmmm" Kendall linked his long fingers in front of himself, still looking down, bouncing back and forward on the balls of his feet.

"Well then… Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa has to give you a chance to redeem yourself… Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Kendall's head shot up, hope on his face. "Really, Santa?"

"Yes, Kendall. But naughty little boys have to take their punishment so Santa can take them of the naughty list. Ho! Ho! Ho!" Carlos smirked under his fake beard.

Kendall broke character for half a second, raising his eyebrow, before remembering their game and regaining his innocent demeanor. "W-what p-punishment, Santa?" He stuttered out.

Carlos sat down on the bed, patting down his lap. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa will spank you once for every year of your life and you'll be once again on the nice list. Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Kendall gulped. He'd never thought about getting spanked before. It made him rather hard. He nodded slightly and kneeled down on the bed, next to Carlos. "Santa, please don't spank me… I p-promise I'll be g-good f-from now on…" Kendall pleaded, innocently.

"Now, now, Kendall. Santa already told you…" Kendall looked down at his palms, fingers linked together.

"Ok, Santa, I'll do anything to be on your nice list again…"

"Ho! Ho! Ho! That's a good little naughty boy. Now take down your pants and lean on Santa's lap." Carlos let out, not even bothering to hide the lust in his voice.

Kendall blushed and slowly began undoing his jeans, pushing them slowly down, applying a bit of pressure on his growing erection. He peeked at Carlos' lap, from under his eyelashes and saw his husband shamelessly palming himself while watching him expose himself at a painfully slow pace. He let out a small whimper as he pushed boxer briefs down to mid thigh, his erection springing free.

"You naughty boy." Carlos let out. "You like being spanked, don't you?"

"Santa…" Kendall moaned quietly, tugging lightly at his own cock.

"Naughty-naughty!" Carlos slapped Kendall's hand away. "Did Santa say it was ok to touch yourself?" Carlos growled, his very last ounce of self control being tested.

"N-n-no…" Kendall stuttered out.

"Sit!" Carlos ordered on the brink of breaking his character. Kendall nodded and leaned in over Carlos' lap, propping his ass right on top of his husband, cradling his erection between his husband's legs, gaining a little friction as he did so, biting down on his bottom lip not to moan out loud. "Count the slaps for Santa." Carlos ordered once again and Kendall nodded eagerly.

Kendall yelped as Carlos' hand came down on his ass. Hard. His body moved with Carlos' slap and his erection rubbed against Carlos' leg in the most obscene of ways making Kendall mewl. "One." He whispered. Carlos' hand began rubbing circles and kneading his muscles. Kendall involuntarily moved under his husband's warm touch.

"You bad-bad little boy, you like it?" Kendall said nothing. Carlos brought his hand down on Kendall's ass again, harder than the first time. "Santa asked you a question, Kendall."

"Yes, Santa. I love it." Kendall moaned out. "Two." He counted, pushing his raging hard on into Carlos' thigh. Carlos kneaded his ass cheeks again, a finger gently brushing against his hole. "Mmmm" Kendall moaned, biting down on his inner cheek.

Carlos slapped him again. "Three." Kendall counted out loud, his voice no longer innocent, but dripping with lust, on the edge of an orgasm, especially when he felt one of Carlos' fingers slip inside of him just a little. He let his head fall down into the mattress.

Carlos took his finger out of his husband and slapped him once again. Kendall counted the fourth slap and Carlos almost lost it. He had planned on ten slaps, but as things were he realized he wouldn't be able to hold it together that long. He felt Kendall begin to move on his lap involuntarily, he felt his husband's hard on against his thigh and felt his own hard on grow painful under the awful red material covering it. He slipped his index finger back inside of Kendall, knuckle deep, making Kendall bite into the mattress to keep back a moan. He moved his finger inside of his husband just slightly. Kendall mewled.

Carlos had to fight himself again to take his finger out of his husband's oh so tight heat and spank him again. And again. Quick, hard and fast, before he completely lost it.

"Five. Six." Kendall moaned loudly, dry humping Carlos' thigh. He felt Carlos' finger inside of him again. This time Carlos pushed his finger inside as far as it would go and found his prostate. Kendall didn't need much, just a couple of small brushes and he came biting into the mattress to keep from screaming out in pleasure and risk waking up Emily.

Carlos had known Kendall was close but he didn't expect his husband's orgasm. He felt his thigh get wet and Kendall's walls squeeze around his finger until it actually hurt to keep it there. He watched his husband's body tremble, shaken to the core with euphoria and kept brushing his prostate ever so slightly, milking Kendall's orgasm for all it was worth.

"Good boy, Kendall… good boy! Coming for Santa like that…" Carlos purred while pulling his finger out.

Kendall had almost forgotten his role. "So, I'm back on the nice list, Santa?" He asked with as much innocence as he could muster after his orgasm.

"Yes, Kendall, you're back on Santa's nice list. Ho! Ho! Ho! And now you can have a reward for being such a good boy and taking your punishment like that."

Kendall smirked into the mattress before getting back to his character and turning to his husband with innocent eyes. "Reward, Santa? What reward?" He gasped covering his mouth.

"You can have a Santa's lolly to suck on for a while." Carlos smirked under his beard, leaning in to kiss his husband's lips lovingly. Not really good for his character right now, but Carlos needed to show Kendall how much he loved him. Kendall closed his eyes, enjoying his husband gentle kiss, responding with the same level of love, cupping Carlos' face for only half a second. As soon as their lips parted and Carlos straightened his back, Kendall went back into character.

"Lolly… Santa, lollies are my favorites!" Kendall squealed happily, getting up from Carlos' lap to sit back down on his knees.

"Good." Carlos let out, more of a moan than a word, really. "Then you have to do as Santa says, understand Kendall?" Kendall nodded happily. "Sit up and get undressed for Santa." Kendall looked down at his hands and blushed. Carlos swept his bangs to the side. "Don't be shy little one." Kendall bit on his tongue to keep from smiling. "That will help Santa give you a bigger lolly."

Kendall looked up and licked his lips. "Ok, Santa. I'm a good boy. I'll do as you ask of me." He crawled out of bed backwards and sat up straight facing his husband then pushed his jeans and underwear down all the way and stepped out of it before deciding on his next move. As he straightened his back, Kendall cupped his "jewels" and looked down at the floor, a slight blush on his face once more.

Carlos moved closer to him and pulled him in between his open legs, looking up at him. "Don't be shy, Kendall. Let Santa see you. Don't you want a big lolly?" Carlos teased. Kendall met his eyes as Carlos gently tugged his wrists away from his body. "The shirt too." Carlos instructed, his character slipping away from his with every passing second. Kendall nodded and took off the rest of his clothing. He remained fully naked in front of his husband.

"You're so beautiful." Carlos told him, clearly no longer playing games. Kendall smiled with his whole being as he sunk to his knees in front of him, opening his pants. Carlos sighed slightly as Kendall purposefully brushed his fingers on the head of Carlos' cock.

Soon enough Carlos felt his erection free of all constraints and Kendall give him tiny little kitten licks. He moaned a bit loudly and allowed his body to fall back on the bed. He wanted out of the dreadful costume, the fake belly weighing heavy against his stomach and obstructing his view of his gorgeous husband paying attention to him in the most delicious of ways. Carlos groaned low from his chest both in annoyance and pleasure as Kendall decided to swallow him to the base.

Kendall forgot his character the second he tasted Carlos on his tongue, his eyes rolling back into his head instantly. Carlos' noises pushing him onward, Kendall gave his husband everything. But it wasn't enough. Kendall wanted to feel Carlos' smooth, caramel skin under his hands, not the annoying texture of the red cloth covering him. Kendall groaned around his husband making Carlos buck up into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and moan into a pillow he'd chosen to bite into.

Suddenly Kendall stood up, Carlos whimpering at the loss of heat and friction. He simply slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Carlos' pants and yanked them off, together with his husband's underwear, in one simple move, exposing his beautiful legs.

A sigh left Carlos' lips knowing fully well where Kendall was heading. He propped his heals onto the mattress, exposing himself to Kendall who moaned quietly in appreciation before sinking back to his knees and shoving his tongue inside of Carlos.

Carlos jerked up a little, wanting to see his husband, being unable to do so over the fake red gut he was still wearing for some unfathomable reason. He bit down harder on the pillow to keep from moaning at the feeling of Kendall's tongue inside of him.

"More" Carlos managed to choke out over his ragged breathing and Kendall obeyed, inserting not one but two fingers at once, on either side of his tongue. Carlos let out a muffled scream of pain and desire, his pillow doing its job fairly well. It didn't take long for Kendall to find his husband's sweet spot and make him see stars and his body begin to move on its own on his husband's fingers.

"Kendall, more, please!" Carlos literally begged, reaching his hand out to his husband. Kendall linked his free hand with his husband's and sped up his scissoring inside of him watching with delight as Carlos kept arching his back off the bed, his fake belly pushing him back down. He sensed his husband was close to coming so he stopped, just stopped, placing a small kiss on the inside of Carlos' left thigh before pulling his fingers out as well.

"Kendall!" Carlos groaned his need and disappointment.

"I need lube, love." Kendall whispered as he got up from the floor. Carlos groaned and moved up to take the rest of his costume off. Kendall stopped him. "Leave it on." He smiled.

"It's heavy on me…" Carlos whined. "And itchy." He yanked the fake beard off and threw it as far as it would fly, barely off the end of the bed.

"Then turn around, love. I still want Santa…"

Carlos smirked looking into Kendall's loving eyes and nodded before standing up and bending over the mattress. The fake belly giving him a new angle to the position. Kendall let out a little appreciative sound while grabbing the lube from his nightstand.

"You are so beautiful." Kendall bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Carlos neck while making quick work of lubing himself up.

"Mi vida, please." Carlos begged, pushing himself into his husband erection. "Te necesito, mi vida" (I need you, my life) Carlos moaned quietly. Kendall slipped inside of him with ease, feeling happy and complete. Carlos sighed happily and pretended to need a bit of time to adjust just to feel his husband inside of him like that. He straightened his back and leaned into Kendall, relishing in the feeling of closeness of togetherness, of being one.

Kendall kept kissing Carlos' neck, under his ear. "I love you so much." Kendall whispered making Carlos begin to move on his own. Kendall got the hint and took control. He kept moving slowly and constantly while angling his hips just so, trying to reach Carlos' sweet spot.

Carlos mewled under his breath feeling his husband connect with his prostate. He allowed Kendall to move at his own pace, but the constant, all be it gentle, abuse of his special spot was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. "Mi vida… te amo." Carlos moaned, turning his face to meet his husband in a gentle kiss that quickly turned sloppy and erotic as Kendall's long fingers found their way to Carlos' painful cock.

When neither could breathe anymore Kendall pulled away. "Come for me, Santa." He smirked, moving his hips slower than a snail but his hand so fast it hurt his wrist.

Carlos felt himself right at the edge of an orgasm and bent over the bed, grabbing his pillow to bite down on it and keep from screaming. Only a quiet muffled sound left his throat as he spilled his seed all over the bed, squeezing around his husband fiercely. Kendall stilled his movements, wanting to make it last. His husband tightness was not helping his self control, but he bit down on his lower lip and allowed Carlos to come down from his high.

"Porque te paraste, mi vida?" (Why did you stop, my life?) Carlos whispered before realizing the words leaving his mouth. Kendall bent down and bit on Carlos' shoulder just a little, just enough to make him moan. "Kendall…"

"I love how you moan my name. Mmmm." Kendall gently pulled Carlos' face to him and sealed their lips together as he began to move inside of his husband again. Faster this time. Much faster. Movements sharp and filled with need, Carlos growing hard once more from each of Kendall's thrusts.

Soon Kendall began to feel himself getting closer to release. He wanted to share that second with his husband so he pulled up, holding Carlos close to his chest, wrapping a hand around his husband's half hard erection, moving in time with his every thrust.

"Come with me, love, come with me."

Carlos nodded, leaned back and captured his husband's lips, allowing Kendall full control over his body. It wasn't long before he came again in Kendall's fist right as he felt Kendall fill him up to the brim. He moaned into their kiss and felt his body go limp.

Kendall shook from every limb, from every joint feeling one with Carlos. Sharing that moment of perfect euphoria rush over the both of them. His knees began to give in so he gently pushed Carlos' limp body onto the bed in front of them, cuddling his husband to his chest, a hand wrapped around the big fake Santa belly.

Carlos groaned. With the last ounce of power left in his body he stood up and yanked the offending top half of Santa costume, sighing in relief as his skin was once more allowed to breathe. He carefully turned in Kendall's embrace and laid his head on his husband's chest, listening to the steady thumpthumpthump of his heart.

"I love you, Kendall." He whispered almost half asleep.

"I love you… Santa." Kendall giggled, placing a gentle kiss on Carlos' head.

Carlos giggled, too tired to lift his face. "You really liked that awful costume?"

"Mhmm. Always wanted to do Santa. Lucky me, my hot Latino hubby turned out to be him." Carlos just smiled and said nothing. "Now I can't wait for next year to do that again."

Carlos' head shot up. "What?" He asked with wide eyes.

Kendall nuzzled their noses together. "Mhmm. You can't tell me you won't dress up for Emily next year…"

"I will, but…"

"Then what's the harm of remaining dressed up for your husband as well?" Kendall asked with innocence.

Carlos' face spilt in an ear-to-ear smile. "I guess there's no harm in that… Maybe I could be persuaded to do that…" Carlos teased. "If you're a good boy…"

Kendall fake gasped. "But if I'll be naughty, Santa will spank me again?" He pretended to be scared.

"Maybe… Santa kinda liked spanking you." Carlos placed a light kiss on Kendall's lips.

"Maybe I kinda liked Santa spanking me, too." He whispered against Carlos' lips.

"Ok. I'm deffo gonna be Santa next year."

Kendall laughed as Carlos cuddled back into his side, pecking his chest.

When Emily was five she refused to go to sleep, so Santa can bring her gifts, so Logan let her sleep on the living room couch. She made sure Santa had warm milk, sweetened up with honey, like uncle Kala had taught her Santa liked it, and a couple of chocolate chip cookies that Logan had made specially – from scratch. Uncle Kala said that those were Santa's favorites earning a death glare from Logan.

Carlos chuckled under his costume seeing the little angle all bundled up under her blanket, holding tightly to her stuffed bunny. He brushed a rebel brown curl from her face and resisted the urge to kiss his sleeping angel of a goddaughter – he did have the crazy Santa beard on, after all.

Carlos took the big red bag of gifts and started placing them under the tree, making sure the shapes and colors were all mixed up so that they would look better. 20 minutes later, when he finally decided he was done, Carlos got up and drank his milk, ate his cookies. He was down to his last sip of milk when a little voice piped up from the couch.

"SANTA!"

Carlos' eyes went as wide as saucers. He gently placed the empty glass of milk on the tray where Emily had set it up for him and smiled under the beard. "Hi, Emily." He said gently, changing his voice a little, so that Logan's genius child would not catch on to his identity.

Luckily, Emily was still half asleep. "Santa, you came!" She placed her little hands over her tiny chest.

"Ho, ho, ho!" Carlos played his part. "Santa always comes to good boys and girls!"

Emily smiled wide. "Santa… can I… can I please give you a hug?"

"Ho, ho, ho!" Carlos said and bent down to Emily's level, giving her a sweet hug.

"I love you, Santa! Thank you for coming." Emily said, placing a little kiss on Carlos' cheek. Carlos melted and stood up straight.

"Ho, ho, ho! Santa loves you too, Emily. Ho, ho, ho! Now go back to sleep, so you can grow up smart and pretty, like your auntie Katie. Ho, ho, ho!"

Emily nodded as she let go of Santa's neck. She lay back down, curled up in a ball and fell asleep in the blink of an eye. Carlos stood there a little while longer, smiling down at his precious goddaughter. He picked up the red bag he'd brought with him and sneaked back to his husband.

"Hey, Santa…" Kendall whispered with a smile. Carlos was still melting over Emily's sweetness. He went and sat down on the bed next to Kendall, a puddle of mush. "What is it, love?" Kendall asked, rubbing Carlos' lower back.

"Nothing, mi vida… or… nothing bad… Emily… she's so sweet." Carlos turned to look in Kendall's loving green eyes. A smile snuck onto Carlos' lips as his hand went to cup his husband's cheek. Kendall let his head rest a little in Carlos' palm as he waited for the rest of the story. "She woke up and asked me… well… she asked Santa if she could, please, hug me… of course I had to hug her… then she kissed me and told me she loved me… well… Santa… you get it… she's just so sweet…" Carlos leaned down on Kendall's chest, feeling his husband's arm wrap up around the big belly of his costume.

"She is a special little child." Kendall smiled while kissing Carlos' left temple.

Logan giggled when he heard Carlos sneak back to his own room.

"Think she woke up?" James asked holding his arms open for Logan to crawl up into his embrace, which Logan was more than willing to do.

"I think so, yeah… from the sigh I heard when he passed by." Logan giggled, his head resting on the crook on James' neck.

"Want to go check on her?"

"Neah…"

James squealed a little. "Logan, since when do you not want to go check on your baby girl?"

Logan chuckled. "I can feel she's ok." Logan closed his eyes. "Tomorrow we can take Em out and give those two a bit of time to celebrate their anniversary properly."

"Don't we every year?" James snuggled his husband closer and pulled the covers up over Logan's back. Logan smiled letting out a little "mhmm" before letting James' warmth lull him to sleep.

The following morning Emily came bursting in their parents' bedroom.

"Daddy, Dada! Wake up!" She began to jump on the bed. "Daddy, daddy! Wake up! Wake up, daddy! Santa came last night! Dada! I hugged Santa! Wake up! Wake uuup!"

Logan opened his eyes gently to Emily's persistence. He slowly turned in James' arms to face their daughter. "Hey, honey."

James stirred and stretched his legs, Logan instinctively pulling his own legs to himself to allow his husband enough room. James opened his eyes to see his daughter bounce on the mattress, by Logan's feet. "Morning, baby girl."

"Daddy! Dada! I hugged Santa!" Emily squealed.

"Did you, really?" James asked, a smile tugging at his lips, as he pulled his legs to himself, to give Logan a bit of space. Logan stretched his legs and opened his arms for Emily to join them. Emily crawled up into Logan's embrace, cuddling between her two fathers. James caressed a curl out of her eyes.

"I did, Daddy, I really did!" Emily squealed, looking up into her fathers' eyes.

"How did you hug Santa, honey?" Logan indulged his daughter.

"Well…" Emily focused inwardly. "I heard something in my sleep and I woke up and I saw Santa eating the cookies uncle Kala helped me put up…" Emily's eyes grew as she stopped talking. She suddenly stood up. "I have to tell uncle Kala and Kewdy!" Emily moved to crawl over Logan and get out of bed. Logan wrapped his arms around his daughter, tickling her gently, making her laugh. "Dada! Stop it!" Emily giggled. "Let me go!" She began kicking her legs.

"Nope." Logan said, shaking his head.

Emily kept laughing and squirming in Logan's arms. "Daddy! Help!"

James looked into Logan's eyes who stopped tickling Emily for half a second, allowing her to quietly plead with her father. James looked her in the eyes then shrugged a little right before tickling Emily himself.

"Hey! No fair!" Emily laughed and squirmed harder in Logan's arms, making both her fathers laugh with her. "Daddyyyyy!" Emily whined.

James stopped tickling her and pulled her back in between him and Logan, over the covers. "We'll stop tickling you, if you stay with us." James told her, kissing her hair while Logan poked her button nose with his index finger making a "beep" noise.

Emily fake pouted – just like James – and agreed, all the while snuggling better between her parents. "You're warm." She told them both, her eyes drifting closed a little.

Logan looked at the clock on James' nightstand – 7 am. No wonder his baby was sleepy. He caressed her cheek. "Wanna get under the covers and take a nap?"

Emily nodded. James picked her up a little and Logan pulled the covers from under her. James put Emily down and she pushed her back into him a little. Logan pulled the covers back over them all, smiling like crazy at the sight in front of him.

Emily put her little hand on Logan's face and Logan turned to place a little kiss in her palm.

"I hugged Santa, Dada." She whispered before drifting to sleep. Logan lifted his eyes to James' and mouthed to him a little "I love you". James smiled bright so Logan leaned in and kissed James softly on the lips, closing his eyes, enjoying the second-long touch.

Logan settled back on his pillow. James intertwined their fingers, kissing his fingertips. "I love you." James whispered back, resting their linked hands on top of the blanket, somewhere over Emily's little body.

Emily finally discovered who Santa really was when she was 8. Kids at school had told her that Santa wasn't real, but she always kept up her faith, even if she learned to keep it as her own little secret.

When she was 8 she accidentally walked in on Carlos while he was still getting dressed.

She stood there in the door way for a whole minute, both her and Carlos perfectly frozen, unable to say anything, Emily from pain, Carlos from fear. When her chest began to hurt from lack of air she took a deep breath and ran to her room.

Carlos changed back into his normal clothes and followed her. Kendall saw him without his Santa suite and realized what had happened. He wanted to follow Carlos to Emily's room, but Carlos just shook his head and Kendall backtracked to the living room, plopping down on the couch to wallow in the loss of his favorite Christmas "gift".

Carlos found Emily looking at one of the Christmas albums Logan had made for her. He sat down next to his goddaughter. She looked up at him, tears welling in her hazel eyes. Carlos quietly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close into his side, kissing the top of her head.

"It was you all along…"

"Si mija." (Yes my daughter)

"Why, uncle Kala? Why?" Carlos smiled. Even when she had learned to say words properly she still kept on calling him Kala and Kendall Kewdy. It never failed to make Carlos smile.

"Because it made you happy, mija. And your fathers as well. And Kendall too. And I would do anything for your happiness." Carlos kissed Emily's head once more, hugging her closer.

Emily finally smiled and gently pushed Carlos away, looking up at him. "Now I can tell everyone that Santa is my uncle and godfather." She giggled, wiping away a stray tear.

Carlos laughed at her idea. "No one will believe you."

"Yeah, but… You could still dress up?" She asked hopefully.

"Claro, cariño. Claro." (Of course, honey. Of course.) Emily clapped her hands a couple of times then bounded to the living room. Carlos shook his head while making his way back to his room to get into costume.

When Kendall saw his husband come out into the living room dressed as Santa his heart skipped a beat. He jumped up, hugging his husband tight, twirling him around a couple of times, giggling like a child.

"Santa! You came!" He let out while Carlos laughed.

"Put me down, you goofball! Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Kendall laughed and whispered into his husband's ear. "I still get to unwrap my favorite gift. You have no idea how happy I am." Carlos shivered in pleasure, almost getting a hard on before snapping out of his daze and slapping his husband's arm.

"Emily is here." He hissed. "Later!"

Kendall let out a low growl that was meant only for Carlos' ears before letting Santa go do his duty.