For the longest time, the Herrera-Sullivan household lay bare of Christmas decorations. By the second half of December, it slowly filled; first with a tree decorated to the heavens with lights, baubles and candy canes, then garland appeared along the staircase and on the fireplace, which also adorned two stockings with initials of R and A on them.
But, on Christmas Eve, the house looked like Santa's grotto. The child in Andy had taken over and soon enough, every square inch of the house had something festive in it; from Christmas gnomes to pinecones with glittered tips.
The joy of Christmas Eve had brought so much happiness to Andy.
"Why do I get the feeling that you prefer Christmas Eve over Christmas Day?" Robert asked as he watched his wife light a candle, a Christmas candle, of course.
"Because I do. Christmas Eve is the day before, the excitement is there. On Christmas Day, once you've done one thing, you've got to wait 365 days until you get to experience it again." She replied blowing out the match before joining her husband on the couch.
"What are you going to be like when we've got a couple of kids to share the excitement with?"
"Kids? We're having children now?" She enquired, though she was taken aback but his question.
"Yeah, you've got to pass on the Herrera-loving-Christmas gene to someone. Plus, a couple of mini Andy's running around would be pretty cute." He stated. They hadn't talked much about having children throughout their marriage but they eventually knew it would happen.
"Oh, so we're having two daughters now?" She teased him, slowly uncovering the life he imagined in his head.
"Well, I'm trying to break a linage of mistakes that we Sullivan men have done, so best stay clear of sons for us." Robert half-joked. He knew that he would raise his son in a completely different way to his father and grandfather but he also couldn't help but wonder if it was just genetic and no matter how hard he would avoid it, his son would soon make the same mistakes.
Andy repositioned herself so that she was now laying on the couch, with her head on Robert's lap, "What if I'm like here? My mother. What if I don't fall in love with our baby?" She whispered, fearing the worst for her hypothetical child.
"You are nothing like your mother" Robert stated running his hands through her hair, "You have your father's caring streak and that will continue onto our children."
They lapsed into silence, only the radio could be heard in the house, playing endless Christmas tracks.
Soon enough, Andy's eyes began to close as the lack of sleep on her latest shift caught up to her.
"Hey, sleepyhead, let's go to bed otherwise Santa won't be able to leave any presents in case he thinks you're peeking." Robert spoke, nudging Andy to wake her so they could head upstairs.
"You'll be saying that to our children next year." Andy mumbled as she started walking up the stairs.
"I hope so." Robert replied. He didn't care if Andy didn't know what she was saying or not, but their talk about children had solidified his feelings about wanting them and only hoped that the Christmas Eve excitement that Andy had all day would soon be gifted to their children.
A/N: This was supposed to be a happy chapter but it seems all I can write is sadness, whoops! This is sorta based off the theory that Andy is going to be pregnant at the end of s4 due to the office sex and as much as I would love a Surrera baby [ hence the two stories of babies and Surrera that I've done ] I do hope they spend some time as an actual couple first because I need more of that. Also, I cannot believe this is the penultimate chapter, these 12 days have flown by and I just want to know where the time went.