"Or what about our first Christmas?" Randy smiled, looking over at his fiancée.

"I love Christmas already, it's my favorite holiday, but you made it that much better." They laced their fingers together and looked up at the night sky.

"All set?" He looked at the front door where there were four black suitcases and a single navy one. Shaking his head he walked over to pick up a couple. "Lilian, we're going to your sister's for three days, I don't think you need to pack your closet."

She walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't pack my closet. Besides, one of them is gifts for everyone." She smiled and walked out the door carrying two of the bags.

They were finally on the road, headed for Nashville. Somehow you got me to believe in everything that I could be. Lilian picked up her cell phone. Dialing a number she placed it to her ear. "Hey Mark, is Dahlia there? Thanks." She looked out the front window, waiting for her sister to pick up. "Hey, we're on our way, is everyone there? Okay good! Is there anything you want us to pick up before we get there?" She motioned to Randy that she needed something to write with and to write on. I've got to say, you really got a way. He opened up the center console with his free hand and gave her a notepad and pen. She wrote some things down and nodded. "Okay, we'll get it for you. I'll see you soon; tell Emily that I got her a super special present for her, okay?" Lilian smiled and listened to her niece's excited screaming. You gave me faith to find my dreams. They said their goodbyes and she hung up.

"What do we have to get?"

She put her phone down and picked up the paper. "She said they needed pecan pie filling and green beans. She also said that I have to buy the canned ones because she doesn't want me cooking."

"Neither do I," he muttered softly.

"What was that?"

He cleared his throat. "Nothing, absolutely nothing."

They arrived hours later, pulling into the snow covered driveway. They grabbed the bags from the back of the car, running to the door. You'll never know just what that means. Can't you see, you've got a way with me. The door opened, light spilling out on the snow. Behind the door was a small blonde haired woman and coming up behind her was a little girl. Randy and Lilian walked into the house, shivering. It's in the way you want me. They put the bags down and Lilian got on her knees, her arms open. She made a silly face and the girl came running at her.

"How are you?"

"Good," she said in a high voice.

"That's good; you'll never believe what I heard from Santa the other day."

Her big blue eyes lit up. "You talked to Santa?"

"I sure did. He said that a little girl named Emily is on his nice list." Lilian stood up once the girl ran around giggling. She hugged her sister and brother-in-law, and then went back to Randy's side. "We got what you asked for. Randy got some weird…thing that he said you'd like Mark, so if you wake up sometime next week with fur it's not my fault."

Lilian's sister caught her daughter. "You go change into your pajamas and then we'll see about you staying up past your bedtime." She winked and her daughter ran up the stairs to her room.

They all walked into the large house. There was a big Christmas tree off towards the side of the living room that was decorated with traditional ornaments and some that Emily probably made in school. It's in the way you hold me. There was a couch and two large chairs along with a couple tables and lamps. The four adults made their way into the kitchen where Randy sat down a plastic grocery sack. Emily came running down the stairs and into the kitchen. Lilian bent down and picked her up.

The girl looked at Randy then whispered in her aunt's ear. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"He sure is," Lilian replied, grinning.

"Eww! Doesn't he have cooties?"

"No, I made sure he didn't before I brought him over. He got a good bath, so don't worry."

Later that night when everyone was in bed, Randy laid awake. "Lilian?" he whispered.

"Hmm?" she said groggily, slowly turning over with a groan. The way you show me just what love's made of. "What?" She noticed the look he was giving her. "Oh no you don't. I don't think so Mister."

"Why not?" he asked, pouting.

"Do I honestly have to answer that?" He nodded. It's in the way we make love. She sat up, the blankets stopping at her waist. "My four year old niece is right down that hall. My sister is sleeping in the room right below us. I don't want them to wonder where Em heard the word 'fuck.'"

You've got a way with words; you get me smiling even when it hurts. "What if I promised you not a sound would be made?"

"It's negative 2 degrees outside, no way." There's no way to measure what your love is worth.

"I didn't mean like that." She raised an eyebrow. "More like this." He pulled her down on top of him, crashing his lips on hers. They stayed there for a moment before she came up for air.

"Okay so that just might work," she said, running her fingers across her lower lip. I can't believe the way you get through to me.

The next morning, everyone was in the kitchen eating breakfast. "When are mom and dad going to be here?" Lilian asked, taking a bite of toast.

"Around 2 I think is what Mom told me."

A few minutes later, Emily came walking into the kitchen. She walked right up to her mom and said, "Fuck yes!" Lilian choked on her food while Randy almost spit his juice back in the glass. Both of them looked down like they didn't hear a word.

Both of them were laughing. "You slipped one time and that comes out," she laughed out.

"I didn't even think it was that loud. Oh my God I thought Dahlia was going to come and beat us both." They both started laughing again.