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Baby's First Christmas

"Okay but like, what if she knows already that Santa isn't real?" Brian questioned quietly, glancing up at his husband as they laid together in bed.

Brock couldn't help but to roll his eyes at the insanity of the question, and the stupidness of his significant other. "And just how would she know that?" He retorted.

The Irishman shrugged and gave a small chuckle. "I don't know, babies are smart, aren't they?" At this, he turned his head toward the crib tucked away in the corner of the room where their daughter, Maggie, was fast asleep. Tomorrow was Christmas, and albeit only seven months old, it was Maggie's first, and her fathers had wanted to make it memorable for her. "And she is very smart." He added.

"Brian, I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know who or what Santa is so I think we're good." Brock got out with a laugh. "She saw him at the mall for ten minutes, you're being ridiculous."

"I know," He sighed. "I just want everything to be perfect tomorrow. It's our first Christmas as a real family… And it was always a big deal when I was growing up." He gave a small shrug and looked over to Brock again.

"It will be perfect, I promise." The older man answered and turned to kiss Brian on the forehead. "Even if it's not, Maggie won't even remember." He laughed, causing the Irishman to scoff.

"I remember my first Christmas." Brian retorted.

"Oh my god, you do not." Brock rolled his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time that night.

"Yes I do!" He argued.

"Then how come I don't remember mine?" The older man questioned.

This caused Brian to shrug, "Maybe it wasn't special enough for you to remember."

Brock laughed, "I really wish you could hear how stupid you sound right now. You need to go to sleep." He pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his torso. "Everything will work out, just relax." Brock soothed.

"If you say so…" Brian mumbled, moving around in the bed to find a comfortable spot. But as soon as he got settled, a soft cry echoed through the air. The Irishman threw the covers off his body and attempted to get out of bed. "I can't believe you woke up the baby." He joked, going over to the crib, shushing Maggie.

"Me!?" Brock asked incredulously. He pulled the covers over his head, "You're crazy and I'm going to bed." He laughed.

"Goodnight Brocky." Brian said as he pulled the infant into his arms and rocked her back and forth for a bit. He continued the movements until her doe eyes fluttered closed and she was asleep once more. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, and Brian couldn't wait.