A/N: Ok, ok, ok. Now don't everyone have heart attack; but yes. It's an update...a late update, but hey; I've been lazy and not really wanting to type. But please take this offering of a late Christmas Matticho.

Don't own; have no money...so don't sue.


Snow swirled around him as he stood staring into the large bay window. A small curly headed, blue eyed little girl ran through the room followed by a golden retriever and both were sparkling with silver fleck of what looked like glitter. A couple of minutes later he followed; his ebony curls loose about his shoulders and a smile on his face as the little girl from moments before ran up and hugged his leg tight. He swung her up and held her close for a second; kissing her nose before sitting her back on the floor.

His eyes narrowed as the large blonde bastard that had stolen his life away strode into the room; a small blonde haired, scowling boy sitting on his shoulders. The scowl soon wavered and the little boy laughed as one large hand sought out an armpit and tickled. Besides him his own blonde lover nudged him and nodded to the door; his eyes soft as he pulled him close for a kiss.

"C'mon Chris, they're waiting."

He nodded and as one they moved to the door and knocked, the feeling still foreign even after a year of separation. His face matched the scowl on the little boys face as the door was opened by the interloper that he blamed for stealing his husbands heart.

"Hunter." He bit out.

"Chris. C'mon in. Jeff is cleaning up Axl, they were doing some Christmas painting."

Hunter moved to the side and set the little boy down, kneeling down and whispering in his ear before the young boy nodded and stated sulkily with a crossing of his arms.

"Do I have too?"

"Yup. You sure do. But I promise big guy that the next time I'll have the 4-wheeler up and running and we can tear up the back yard." Hunter's voice dropped a moment and his grinned sneakily. "Just don't tell your dad."

The little boy smiled and he took off with a whoop and a skip. Chris gazed sadly around the room that once bore his touch and a tear welled as he walked in; a younger version of the boy, only bearing the green eyes of her uncle, clung tightly to his shirt.

"Matt."

The dark haired man grinned; a bloom of color on his cheeks that spoke of happiness and serenity. The little girl squealed and held her hands out; her eyes lighting up when they landed on Chris.

"Daddy!"

"Hey there princess."

He reached for her and shivered as his hands brushed against Matt's, the simple touch still sending electricity through him. If Matt felt it he didn't show it; he just smiled and turned when the little glitter bedecked girl latched onto his leg.

"Daddy, Chase and I don't want to leave. Tomorrow's Christmas."

"Awww, I know Temper, but did our Christmas today. So now you can have Christmas tomorrow with Papa and Christian."

"Why can't Papa and Chrwistian stay here and we spend it together?" She pouted prettily, turning her eye to each adult in the room and batting her long ebony eyelashes.

"Well Temper..." Hunter started; his voice fill with uncertainty as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

"Tempest." She scowled, "Only Daddy and Papa call me that."

Dutifully chastised Hunter took a step back and watched on quietly; a smirk on his lips as he turned and knelt down to play with Louie; the equally glittered golden lab that had plopped at his feet.

"Tempest Rose." Matt warned.

"Sowwy Hunner." She sung with a roll of her eyes.

Matt let out a sigh and it took everything in Chris's power not to smile and laugh. Next to him Christian nudged him as if he knew and that broke down Chris's defence and he out right laughed. Three pairs of eyes turned unapproving glares on him and he laughed harder, Axl and Tempest joining in along with him. As he wiped tears away Matt cleared his throat and sent Tempest to sit with her brother and took Axl; handing her to Hunter before motioning for Chris to join him outside.

Once the front door closed behind them Christ turned and leaned against the brick siding; eyeing Matt up and down as the dark haired man scowled at him, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes hard.

"Chris you shouldn't encourage her."

"Come offa it Matty.."

"Matt."

"Matty..." Chris taunted; the darkening of his eyes eyes thrilling him to no end. "Anyways, it's easy to see she don't like Hunter."

"And?"

"And you know that deep down you miss me Matty.:

Matt sighed in exasperation and turned away; wrapping his arms around himself as he stared into the darkened void that surround his home on both sides. The stance Chris knew well, it was Matt's 'something-is-eating-away-at-his-soul' pose. Like many times in the past and just like in his dreams since the split Chris stood behind him and pulled Matt close; closing his eyes as the overwhelming feeling of rightness flooded his senses. In his arms Matt shivered and he inhaled the simple clean scent of Matt's shampoo.

"Matty, Tempest told me you've been wearing a ring again...said it looked like mine..."

Matt shifted in his arms a bit and few minutes later his hand was grabbed and Matt pressed a small object into it; closing his fingers around it. Without looking Chris knew it was their ring and he gently took Matt's hand and slipped it back into place; holding Matt's hand between his to keep the haired man from taking it back off.

"I do miss you." Matt finally conceeded softly. "I miss you more than I should, and wach time we meet to exchange the kids I leave mad because Christian is by your side watching our babies grow."

"And you don't think I feel the same way Matt? Every time I see Hunter touch you, hear him calling some loving name I see red Matty." Chris fell quiet for a moment before whispering in Matt's ear. "Why are doing this Matty? Why have we lived in self made hell for so long. Let's put it behind us Matt, it's Christmas; the season of miracles."

Matt turned and stared at Chris; crystallized tears gathering in the earth tone depths as his mouth worked wordlessly. Chris had always been able to render him speechless but the selfless offer to take back his wandering husband left him blown away.

"Whaddya say Matt? Will you make me the happiest man in the world...again?"

"Y-you mean it Chris?"

Chris nodded and Matt all but flung himself into Chris's arms; kissing the pale lips he'd missed. Unbeknownst to the happily reacquainting couple, there were five sets of eyes watching, two pair saddened as the enstrangement; that they'd never admit to causing for their own gain; ended. Matt pulled away first, his eyes shining wetly as he held Chris's face in his hands.

"Merry Christmas Chris."

"Merry Christmas Matty."

Snow swirled around them again as their lips met again and just through the glass, two little fists bumped before they turned and started up the stairs. All their Christmas wishes granted.