"Hey. Stop moving," Yusho whispered. "Silly boy. If you keep wriggling you're going to – "

Rrrrrrriiiiiip!

"Yuya!" Yusho jokingly whined as the baby giggled.

The woman turned over in bed to find her husband holding their son, who was crudely wrapped in Christmas paper and tied in ribbon, complete with a red bow on his head.

"What are you two doing?" she raised an eyebrow as she sat up.

"It's tradition that you open the first present, so I got you this," Yusho grinned as he held out the wriggling baby. "Merry Christmas!"

"Aw," she pulled the baby into her arms with a loving smile, but then she turned her gaze back to her husband. "I hate to tell you this, Yusho, but I can tell it's a baby."

"Oh?" Yusho cocked his head to the side. "You don't already have one, do you?"

"I do, actually. I hope you kept the receipt."

Yusho gasped in mock surprise.

"Do you hear that, Yuya? Your mama wants to return you."

"Mama!" Yuya whimpered as he struggled to move.

"Oh my goodness. Did Daddy wrap you up too tight? Let me help you," Yoko laid the baby in her lap and began untying the ribbon. "Yusho, I can't believe you tied up our son."

"He's not wrapped up that tightly. Is he?" Yusho frowned with worry.

"Enough that he doesn't like it."

"He didn't complain before now. I think he's just upset that you said you wanted to return him."

Yoko shot her husband a look as she continued untying the ribbon. The baby giggled as he kicked his feet, tearing more paper in the process.

"Yuya, let her unwrap you," Yusho tickled the boy's chin.

"There," Yoko smiled after untying the last of the ribbon, "now you can move again, baby."

"Yay!" Yuya ripped through the paper while throwing his arms in the air, inadvertently throwing something he'd been holding backwards onto the bed.

"What was that?" Yoko asked as Yusho scrambled for the object.

He chuckled as he handed the small box back to Yuya.

"It's your real present. Courtesy of your son," Yusho smiled.

"Did you get me a present, baby?" Yoko beamed.

"Bow!" Yuya grabbed the red bow that was tied on top of the box.

"I see. It does have a bow. It matches the one on your head."

The mother took the bow off her son's head and tickled his nose with it, making him laugh as he dropped his mother's present and grabbed that bow instead. Yoko smiled as she took the box as Yuya now chewed on the ribbon.

"Yuya picked that out for you, my love," Yusho smiled as the woman untied the box.

"Did he?"

"Mhm," the duelist nodded before resting his chin on her shoulder. "I asked him what he wanted to get for you. I gave him all sorts of choices, and he liked this the best."

"He's a good boy," Yoko smiled as she opened the box. "Aww. Yuya."

The boy looked up at the sound of his name.

"Mama!" he grinned.

The woman picked up the pair of silver hoop earrings from the box.

"Did you pick these for me?"

"Mine!" Yuya's eyes sparkled at the shiny hoops.

"Yuya, you got those for Mommy, remember?" Yusho stood the boy up and held him in place on the bed.

"I love them, Yuya," his mother nuzzled his nose.

"Mine!" he whimpered.

"Yuya," Yusho gently bounced him.

"Thank-you, my little love. They're beautiful," Yoko gave the baby a peck on the cheek.

"Mama," Yuya held out his arms as he whimpered.

Yoko mimicked Yuya's pout before an idea struck her.

"Look! A pretty bow!" Yoko grabbed one of the red bows and held it back up to Yuya.

"Bow!" he grabbed the decoration, all signs of tears gone.

"And thank-you, darling," Yoko leaned over and gave her husband a peck on the cheek as well.

"You're welcome," he smiled. "So what do you say we make some hot chocolate and watch Yuya open his Christmas presents?"

Yoko smiled.

"Deal," she placed her right hand against his cheek and kissed him again.

"Come on, Yuya," Yusho pulled the boy up against him. "Let's go downstairs and see if Santa came. Does that sound good?"

"Dada!" Yuya craned his head backwards to look up at his father. "Num!"

"Num? You're not supposed to be eating the bow, Yuya."

"Num," he repeated.

"Ooh. Would you like to try some hot chocolate, son?" Yusho squeezed the boy, who only continued noshing on the decoration.

"You hear that, Yuya? You're daddy's gonna give you a nummy treat."

"Num?" Yuya cocked his head.

"Yes. Very num," Yoko took the baby and snuggled him. "Let's go, baby. Let's go see what's downstairs. I bet you'll like it."

Yusho smiled as he followed his wife out of the room; she took the stairs, but he opted to slide down the fireman's pole, beating the pair to the main level.

"Look, Yuya!" Yoko pointed toward the family room. "Look. What's all that?"

"BOWS!" he exclaimed, wriggling in excitement.

"Yeah," Yoko laughed. "Tons of bows. You want to go get them?"

She placed the baby on the floor, allowing him to eagerly crawl toward the many gifts.

"Bow!" Yuya pulled himself up on one of the wrapped boxes and ripped the bow from the top. "Bow!"

"I think Yuya is enjoying his first Christmas. He's died and gone to bow-Heaven," Yusho pulled his wife close to him.

RIP!

"Bow!"

"He has," Yoko agreed. "I think Santa way overspent on all the things that are inside all those boxes, though."

"Nonsense. Once all the bows are gone, I'm sure he'll enjoy everything else."

"Oh! Yuya, no! Don't rip that one! That's not yours," Yoko rushed over and grabbed the boy. "That's Daddy's."

"Bow!" Yuya squirmed in her arms.

"It's all right," Yusho chuckled. "He can rip the bow off my present if he really wants to. And I'll make some hot chocolate in the meantime."

"All right, darling," Yoko put Yuya back on the floor. "Go get your bows, Yuya."

"Mine!" the boy ripped another bow from a present.

Yusho smiled as he made the sugary treat in the kitchen and listened to his son happily collect all the bows from the gifts. Christmas was always one of Yusho's favorite holidays, and he could tell that with Yuya around now that his and Yoko's Christmases would become even merrier.