A big thank you to my beta and idea woman cutelittlelumpofwool82 for all her help with this chapter!

The snow is still thick on the ground. The night is surreally quiet as he walks through the woods. Suddenly he realizes that he is back at Meemaw's home. There shouldn't be snow here at all, Sheldon worries as he comes to the clearing. There he sees Amy standing in the light of the full moon. Her face is washed in moonlight as she turns to face him. She is so beautiful that his heart skips a beat as the wind blows through her hair. He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her waist. Kissing her deeply, backing her up so she is pressed against a tree. Despite the snow on the ground his body is burning hot. He needs her right here and now. Amy senses this and begins ripping at his clothes pulling them off his body. As he starts ripping at her clothes she pulls away and looks at him seriously.

"We can't, they'll hear us," She whispers.

"What are you talking about? We are in the middle of the woods. No one can hear us," Sheldon begs pressing her against the tree. His lips murmuring at ear. "I need you," He growls as he feels how wet she is for him.

"I want you too," Amy moans. "Take me!" She relents as he thrusts inside her.

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When Sheldon wakes with a start. He's sweaty and wrapped around his wife. He looks at his watch. Only two o'clock in the morning. He wants to see if Amy is awake and willing to recreate his dream. However the bed his aunt has supplied for them is squeaky and uncomfortable. He feels like he is sleeping in a doll bed. Every time they roll over the springs make noise. If they were try they could very well wake up the entire house.

Yet he cannot go back to sleep. His dream has left him feeling stiff and achy.

He looks at Amy with longing. She is sound asleep a peaceful serene look on her face. So he settles for wrapping his arms around her tighter. Timing his breathes to hers. Soon he is drifting off to sleep again.

Amy wakes up Christmas eve morning feeling as excited as when she was a child. Sheldon is still sound asleep curled on his side. So she tries to wake him with a kiss on his cheek. He rolls over and gives her a sleepy smile but doesn't wake up. He always looks so handsome in the morning with his hair tousled his face relaxed and peaceful.

Rather than wake him up she heads downstairs to see if anyone needs help with breakfast. However it seems like Aunt Rose has it covered. In fact Auntie Rose almost looks insulted when she offers her help. Instead she makes her sit down with a cup of tea and peppers her with questions and talks her ear off. Amy is beginning to really like Aunt Rose. She looks a lot like Meemaw only a touch more glamorous. Where Meemaw is soft and round, Rose is all angles and edges. While still beautiful, you can tell in her youth she was a stunner. That she always had herself put together. Even at six o'clock in the morning she was wearing a full face of makeup and a red rhinestone studded sweater with black stirrup pants and red high heels.

"How old are you now dear?" She asks Amy.

"I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago," Amy replies, sipping her tea.

"You know I got married young too. I was only sixteen the first time I got married. Of course my Johnny was fixin' to go off to war. Glad I did it too because he never made it back home to me. At least he died knowing I was his," She tells her stirring something up in a bowl.

"I'm sorry, that must have been terrible," Amy frowns, she can't imagine how she would feel if she had to see Sheldon off to war never to see him again.

"Well life goes on honey. I made a pretty good life for myself afterwards. I met Kerrington when I was twenty two. A little older a little wiser, it may not have been that head over heels type of love like the first time. But I certainly can't complain," She tells her looking wistful for a second before putting a smile on her face and changing the subject. "So ya'll have been married a few months now. Still enjoying being newlyweds?" She asks with a knowing look.

"Yes, very much so. It's been nice being able to spend so much time with him while we're on break. While we're at school I hardly feel like I get to see him," Amy confesses.

"Because ya'll are studying so much?" She asks pouring an eggy mixture over a pie plate layered with cheese and ham.

"There's that and the fact that we are living in separate dorms," Amy tells her. Aunt Rose pops the quiche in the oven and looks at her shocked.

"Y'all ain't living together? I would have thought you would have a pied-a-terre out in LA," She asks dumbfounded.

"No, I mean that would certainly be ideal. However Sheldon has a full scholarship so he has to stay in housing. I am using the trust my father set up for me which isn't much. There just isn't enough money for our own apartment right now," Amy says sadly.

"Ya'll really should have your own little love nest. You two lovebirds haven't even had a proper honeymoon. I would have just died if my Johnny had been that close but that far away," Rose tells her looking thoughtful.

"It's just for a little bit. Someday we'll be able to live together," Amy says smiling at her.

"I'm glad Sheldon found you. Last time he came to visit I don't think I saw him crack a smile once. Now every time he catches your eye he can't help but grin," She teases.

"Really?" Amy asks blushing.

"Really! He's head over heels for you," Rose tells her before abruptly changing the subject. "You know I never was blessed with children of my own," Rose tells her. "I prayed and prayed for a baby. It just wasn't in god's plan."

"You would have made a great mom," Amy tells her.

"I always thought so. I never got the chance to find out. But I've made it a point to dote on my older sister's babies and grand babies," Rose says all while she is talking she is waltzing around the kitchen taking out bowls and ingredients.

"Sheldon's always spoke fondly of you. You are certainly his favorite Aunt," Amy tells her and Rose beams at her.

"I am awfully fond of him too. Shelly has always been Constance's favorite. I mean don't get me wrong she loves all her grandchildren just the same. But with Sheldon you would think he hung the moon and stars. I was always worried about what would happen if anything ever happened to him. It would just break her heart if he ended up alone. But I think he's found someone to keep a good watch out for him," Rose tells her Amy is about to respond when Sheldon walks into the kitchen looking sleepy and wearing his robe still. Missy follows behind him with her dark hair a rat's nest as she plops at the table. George heads straight for the coffee pouring him and Missy a cup.

"Mama just blasted us out of bed and told us to help ya'll," Missy grumbles as George hands her a mug.

"Well we're just about done. Ya'll just finish your coffees and relax for now," Rose tells her.

"That girl does enough relaxing," Mary says as she walks into the kitchen fresh and ready for the day.

"Well she only gets a break for breakfast. Everyone chips in for the party preparations. Even you Shelly! I know how you like to hide when there is work to be done," Rose says shaking a spoon at him.

After breakfast the whole house is in a tizzy preparing for the night. There is so much baking and cooking going on that as soon as one thing leaves an oven another one is put in its place. Amy is happy to help out in the kitchen. Cooking is one of her favorite things to do and it's fun to hear the other women gossip and talk. They regale her with stories from Sheldon's childhood. Stories Sheldon would never tell her. And he would not like her to hear. Missy and Sheldon stay away from the kitchen. Instead they opt to help out around in other places of the house. Mainly settling up Sheldon's surprise for Amy in their room.

Night falls and the party is in full swing. Amy has never seen so much food laid out at once. Or so many people gathered into one room at one time. Amy sticks to Sheldon's side like glue. But he doesn't seem to mind as he proudly shows her off to the rest of his family. Finally the time comes to exchange gifts.

"This one is from me," George tells Amy handing her a gift box. Then he hands an identical looking box to Missy. "Ya'll got to open them up together," George says excited. Amy and Missy examine their misshapen poorly wrapped boxes and then tear in.

"George! This is amazing!" Missy says pulling out a pink letter jacket with her childhood nickname 'Moo' stitched onto it. Amy pulls out hers next and sees hers says 'Baby girl' the nickname George has assigned to her.

"George these are perfect!" Amy says pulling hers on. "You shouldn't have!"

"It weren't nothing. I've been working down at the print shop. They had a surplus of jackets so I got a good deal on em'," He says bashfully. "I remembered how ya'll love the movie Grease so that's why they're both pink. Something to remember me by when they ship me off to the army next year," He tells them.

"Don't talk like that Junior!" Mary wails. "It ain't like you're going off to the war. You'll be back soon," She says tearing up.

"I've never gotten to wear a letter jacket before," Amy tells him feeling the silky material. Sheldon looks at Amy's happy face with jealousy. He can't show her his present until they go back to their bedroom.

"I got you something too. It's not nearly as nice as what you got me though," Amy says standing up and getting Georges present. While she is up she also grabs a gift bag and hands it to Sheldon. George pulls out his present and laughs to see Amy got him a model of a 1969 Camaro.

"I saw it at a toy shop and remembered that you once said if you could have anything in the world it would be that car. Maybe after you become a top general or something you can buy yourself one.

"It's great baby girl, thank you," George says giving her a hug. "I'll be sure and take it with me, if it's allowed," He smiles as he kisses her head. Sheldon looks on nearly in a fit of rage and Amy notices.

"Don't you want to open yours Sheldon?" She asks sweetly and he shrugs.

"I guess I'll open it," Sheldon opens up his package and sees it is a frame wrapped in tissue paper. He thinks at first that it is the photo they took at the tree lot. He wonders when Amy had time to frame and wrap it. When he tears the tissue paper. He gasps at the photo he sees inside. It's Amy with his hero Mr. Spock himself Leonard Nimoy! The photo is even signed and addressed to him. He is so shocked that he almost drops the frame and he has to catch it. He is shaking he is so excited, but Amy can't tell if it's out of anger or not. He still has not said anything.

"Do you like it? I know it's not much. This is just the first part. You'll get the rest when we get home," Amy tells him and he looks up at her stunned.

"There's more?" He asks in awe. Sheldon doesn't know how anything could be better than a photo of two of his favorite people. He hopes his present doesn't disappoint.

"Yes, he was so impressed with the story I told him about you. He took our address and said he would send you a box of some memorabilia even a few from his personal collection. When I talked to Bernadette yesterday she said it was delivered," Amy tells him and he looks at her slightly dazed. "Sheldon please say something!" Amy begs worried that she has somehow offended him. "I know we said we wouldn't exchange gifts. I'm sorry…"

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? This is the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me," He marvels. Then he gets up and wraps Amy up in a hug. Then he plants a kiss on her lips that makes the rest of the room let out a 'ooh' shocked at the intensity of the kiss.

"Alright Shelly! You can finish thanking her in your bedroom later," George jokes, but Sheldon let's her go and grabs her hand.

"He's right come on," Sheldon tells her.

"Sheldon!" Amy says shocked. "It's not the time or the place," Amy warns him in a low voice and he rolls his eyes.

"Not that!" Sheldon says scandalized. "Everyone come with us. I want you to see Amy's present," He orders, charging down the hallway.

Curious the rest of the room gets up, and follows them into the guest room. Amy gasps when she walks inside and sees a tree set up inside. Not just any tree, but the one from the lot Sheldon had dismissed. Only now there are electric candles on its boughs and decorations adorning it. Just like the Victorian Christmas tree in her favorite book from her childhood. The best part though is what's underneath the tree. The train from the antique store is making its way around the track.

"A choo choo train?" George asks confused. "You bought her something you like?" He asks thinking that for once his gift was far superior to the one Sheldon gave her.

"Not just any train, but the best train!" Amy says excitedly getting to her knees and watching it as it makes it way around the track. "I had one just like this when I was a little girl. It used to go around our tree just like this. My mom threw it away when my dad died and we never decorated again. Also the first gift Sheldon ever gave me was a replica of a tiny red train that reminded him of his Pop Pop," Amy says sniffing tears forming in her eyes. The women in the room can't help but start to tear up a little too.

"That is so sweet of you Shelly! How did you know to do that?" Meemaw asks pulling a tissue from her sleeve and dabbing her eyes.

"We saw the train while we in town. I knew I had to get it for her," Sheldon says sitting on the ground with her. "Now wait for the caboose to come around again. There is another surprise on top," He says and when it comes back around Amy pulls a polaroid picture off that was taped too it.

"Sheldon! Is this you with Santa?" Sheldon nods his head shyly. "I thought you hated Santa?" She asks curious.

"He does! I made him take the picture for you. They had a Santa Claus in town when we went. And I have another present for you. I think you'll like it," Missy tells her handing her an envelope with a bow on top. Amy opens it and laughs.

"Is this baby Sheldon on Santa's lap?" Amy coos. Sheldon glares at Missy and tries to hide his embarrassment. Missy just just sticks her tongue out at him. Amy touches the picture lovingly and leans over to kiss Sheldon's cheek.

"Yep! Snagged it from Mamas collection. Don't worry Mama I had it copied in town you still have the original," Missy assures her.

"I can't believe all this. You guys are so wonderful to me," Amy says tearing up again.

"You deserve it sweetie. Think of this as making up for several other Christmases," Mary tells her.

"Now come on let's give the young uns' some privacy," Meemaw says and they all file out but Rose lingers behind.

"You know ya'll just showed me more of the true meaning of Christmas than I've seen in years. Your gifts may seem small to others but they have so much meaning," Aunt Rose says hugging them. "Without any young blood around here it is easy to lose the Christmas spirit."

"We will try to visit more often," Amy assures her.

"I hope you do!" Rose says then she takes an envelope out of her jacket. "Now don't tell Missy or George about this okay?" Rose says handing the envelope to Sheldon. He opens it and looks at her shocked.

"I don't understand?" He says handing it to Amy whose eyes pop out at the figure written on the check.

"While Amy was keeping me company this morning she was telling me about your living situation. I want to help ya'll find a way to live together. A sweet little newlywed couple like you shouldn't have to live apart," She tells them.

"Rose this is too much!" Amy gulps.

"You two are poised to be the innovators of our future. With your combined brain power there is no limit to what you can accomplish. Consider this an investment," Rose tells them winking at them.

"Thank you, thank you so much," Amy says hugging her and to Roses surprise Sheldon hugs her too.

"I do believe this is the first hug you have giving me since you were a little bitty boy," Rose tells him.

"I really appreciate this Auntie Rose. We won't let you down," He tells her.

"See that you don't," Rose tells him laughing. "Now come on let's go out and continue our little soiree."

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That night Amy has a dream so vivid it's like watching a movie. It starts with her standing on train platform:

Its bitterly cold old and her breath is coming out in sharp puffs. She pulls the collar of cherry red coat against her cheeks and rubs her gloved hands together. The station is packed with people. All staring at the empty steel tracks as if expecting a miracle to appear.

Next to her are a woman and a little boy. The little boy is quiet and holds his mother's hand staring at the tracks patiently with a solemn expression marring his sweet face. Amy wants to make him smile, but doesn't want to scare him either. Then there is a loud roaring sound, then the sound of a train horn. Suddenly the little boy's face lights up.

"Is Papa on that train?" He asks.

"Yes sweetie," His mother assures him.

Amy turns away from them and looks at the train. Studying its sleek flanks as if it was a giant steel animal. The smoke billowing out from it as if from a dragon. 'He's on there' She thinks. 'He's home' And the relief at the thought is like a weight being lifted from her shoulders. The train doors open and men in uniforms start pouring out. Scanning the crowd for loved ones faces. Next to her she hears a gasp and a man runs up beside her and grabs the little boy in his arms. The woman collapses into his side sobbing as she covers his face in kisses. Amy is happy for them. She turns away from them to give them their privacy.

The more men that pour out of the train the more her heart aches when they aren't him. She doesn't need to scan the crowd to see if she missed him. Amy knows that she will feel him before she sees him. Then it happens she feels the weight of his stare and looks up at the train to see him walking feels like her heart stops beating when she sees him.

He looks so handsome in his uniform. The picture she keeps of him in her pocketbook doesn't do him justice. It doesn't capture how broad his shoulders look. Or how the jacket is tailored perfectly to his slim figure. He takes off his cap and holds it to his side as he strides through the crowd towards her. Head and shoulders above the rest of the people. Like a magnet she moves to seek him out. Needing to be close to him. Finally she makes her way through the masses. He grabs her by her elbows and gazes down at her.

"I've missed you so much, you hardly seem real," Sheldon says his blue eyes blazing into her own.

"I've imagined this for so long. I can't believe you're finally home," She agrees as his lips crush upon hers. In his kiss she can feel his longing and loneliness. She kisses him back with equal fervor. Her hands clutching the material of his uniform on his chest.

0o0o0

A wave of lust rushes through her so strong that it wakes her up. Amy sits up in bed panting. She looks over at Sheldon who was not dressed as a dashing world war two era soldier. Still he looks very handsome in the lights of the tree. She rolls over and curls into his side. He rolls over to face her.

"Did you have another night terror?" He asks her concerned. Wrapping her into his arms and cradling her against his chest.

"The opposite actually," Amy says a little shyly.

"What's the opposite?" He asks and to answer his question she pulls his head down to hers. Kissing him and running her tongue along his bottom lip. "Mmm… The opposite," He says kissing her back.

"I dreamed you were a soldier getting off the train. You looked so sexy I couldn't control myself," Amy whispers in his ear as she attacks his neck.

"As much as I am on board for this. I am afraid the state of this bed prevents it from happening. The way you are when you're all worked up we'll wake up the entire house," He warns her.

"So, let's get on the floor," She says looking at him mischievously. He is about to protest but he knows it's futile.

He wants her just as bad after his dream earlier that morning. So wordlessly he gets up pulls the blanket and pillows off the bed and spreads it next to the tree. Amy gets up and he kisses her as he gently lays her on the floor. Amy pulls off her nightgown as he undresses. They make love under the lights of the tree. Afterwards they lay in each other's arms breathing heavily. It had been a rather enthusiastic bout of lovemaking that left them both feeling breathless.

"You know if it's circa world war two soldiers outfits that get you riled up like that. I think Meemaw still has my Pop Pop's old one," He tells her wiggling his eyebrows.

"Don't tempt me!" Amy warns.

"If it gets you this randy. Then I'll wear it every night," He teases her.

"Then we're taking it back home with us," Amy tells him as she climbs back on top of him.

"Yes, Ma'am!" He says saluting her before start to make love again.

Back to the rest of the gang and New Years Eve next chapter.

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