Title: Getting Back To You

Chapter Rating: K

Summary: After the events of 10/11/11, how can Chryed come back from the ashes of their relationship?

Disclaimer: I don't own Christian and Syed, unfortunately. If I did, they would never have split up in the first place.

Sorry for the lack of updates to this one! I think the lack of Chryed on screen is partly to blame! Last chapter for this one! Thanks to everyone who's read/favourited/commented!

Two years later...

I jolt out of my sleep and sit up in my bed. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I open them to be greeted with the sight of my daughter staring up at me. I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding and lock my hands together behind my head.

"Yasmin, you gave me a heart-attack!" I try to scold her, but find it almost impossible to when she looks at me this way. She knows very well how to look at me to get out of trouble. I look down to my side, noticing for the first time the absence of Christian by my side. "What are you doing up this early, baby? And where's Uncle Christian?"

"Come on, daddy! Get up!" She ignores me, pulling on my hand to attempt to get me out of my bed.

"Yasmin, it's only 6am!" I groan, reluctantly allowing her to tug me out of bed and pulling on my green dressing gown.

"But it's my birthday! You have to get up!"

"Is it?" I mock-gasp. "I must have forgotten!" She turns and looks at me with wide eyes, half in disbelief, half in horror. I laugh, scooping her up into my arms and fixing her with my gaze. "Joking!" She laughs with me, thumping ver tiny fist against my chest. "So, where is Uncle Christian?" We had decided that Christian would be "Uncle Christian" to Yasmin to avoid any confusion. And to avoid any further trouble with Amira. We'd both agreed that Amira would freak out if Yasmin started to call Christian "dad".

"He's already been up with me since 5am! Lazy daddy!" She struggles in my grasp, so I place her back onto the floor and she runs back into the living room. I yawn and stretch before following her.

"Ah, so daddy's finally out of bed!" I smile automatically as I hear his voice, walking around the corner to be greeted by his smile and a steaming up of coffee. I smile at him gratefully as he plants a kiss on my forehead. "I thought I'd get this little madam up and fed before waking you. But then she got a little impatient to open her presents!"

"Well, Syed always was difficult to wake up in the morning, even as a boy going to school." I turn my gaze to the sofa, where my Mum is sitting with Yasmin on her lap, waiting contentedly to open her gifts. I smile softly at her.

"Come on then, trouble." I take a mouthful of my coffee and move to the sofa, pulling Yasmin onto my lap as Christian sits on the arm of the sofa beside me. "You have permission to begin." She smiles at me widely, before turning her attention to her gifts. I'm almost in awe, watching my daughter open her birthday gifts, my husband's arm around my shoulders, my Mum sitting beside me, perfectly at ease with the whole situation. I think how far we've come in the last few years and I can't help the smile on my face from growing. I had never thought that I would get to have all this. A child, my family, and the love of my life.

Yasmin seems extremely content with her gifts, and is even more content with playing with the boxes that her toys came with. Mum left a few minutes ago, to help Tam and Afia get Wajid and Kamil ready for Yasmin's party, and I'm finally given the chance to spend some time with Christian while Yasmin is content to entertain herself.

"Thank you for helping out with Yasmin this morning. I owe you." He raises his eyebrows at me suggestively, and I shake my head at him.

"Well, as I remember it, I owed you one anyway, since I kept you up late last night." He grins at me, and I duck my head to hide the blush which covers my face. "Come on you, we'll be late for Yasmin's party if you don't go and get ready." He pecks my lips before moving to the sofa to convince Yasmin to stop playing with her toys, or rather, the boxes her toys came in, and get changed for her party. I head into our bedroom to get dressed. I look at a photograph of the three of us as I do so, thanking Allah for the gifts he's given me, and hoping that I get to keep them for a long time to come. Yasmin's spending the night with Amira tonight, so I'm taking Christian out to spend some quality time together. As much as I love Yasmin, I have to admit that I'm looking forward to having Christian to myself for a couple of days. I take one last look at the photo and walk out the door, amazed to see that Christian has managed to get Yasmin ready so quickly. He has a connection with her I can't even begin to understand, and while I was jealous of it at first, I'm in awe of it now. Christian and I take one of Yasmin's hands in our own and walk out the door.

My perfect family.

Together.