I'm so sorry, I know this took me a long time and it should've been done around Christmas…But it's been a busy few months. So have the part-two Christmas thing in February.

Finally, it was Saturday. Quirrell was due back any moment, and Voldemort honestly couldn't stand still. He'd woken up way earlier than necessary, but had used his time to clean the entire house and even arrange a bunch of flowers throughout the hallway. Anybody else would probably think this was a little over the top, but he knew it'd make Quirrell happy, and that was all he cared about.

Wang Mu stood by the window expectantly, her hands pressed against the glass. "He's gotta come back soon. We gotta put the Christmas tree up."

"He'll be back soon." Voldemort promised, glancing at his watch again. "It just feels like we've been waiting ages 'cause we're so impatient. Also, hey, sticky fingers. Off the glass."

Wang Mu sighed loudly, taking a tiny step back. "Maybe he had such a nice time an' stayed."

"Hey, you know that's not true. He missed you so much. Remember, when he video called?" Voldemort told her, which made her face light up. Muggle technology really was something else. He'd never seen her so excited as he had three days ago. "Besides, he phoned an hour or two ago. The plane landed fine and he's on his way."

She nodded firmly, but stayed rooted by the window. "Ok."

"Ok." He repeated, patting her head. "Not long. I promise. Hey, come on, how about some hot chocolate?"

"I'm gonna stay right here." She insisted, hopping from foot to foot. "So yes please, but you go."

"Charming." He sighed, and walked over to the kitchen to do just that. He was just pouring in some milk when he heard the front door open, and he actually had to take a few moments to calm himself down.

But then he was moving, and sweeping Quirrell up, and kissing him over and over again. Quirrell laughed, wrapping his arms around Voldemort's neck. He started to talk, but Voldemort kissed him once more, unable to believe how much happier and relaxed he was with Quirrell back.

"Daddy!" Wang Mu yelled, pulling at Quirrell's coat. "Daddyyy, hug me too!"

"Hey, my baby!" Quirrell grinned widely as Wang Mu leapt in his arms. "I missed you so much!"

"Missed you loads more." She challenged, snuggling against him. "Next time take me with you."

"I second that." Voldemort muttered, keeping Quirrell close to him as he kissed his head. "Holy shi-oot," He quickly amended at Quirrell's look. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you guys too, but I also had so much fun." Quirrell had to admit, setting Wang Mu down but taking her hand. "I mean, the history alone was so fascinating. And the architecture! Honestly, the prettiest buildings you've ever –"

Voldemort kissed him again, just because he could, and then nuzzled his face in Quirrell's neck.

"Wow, ok," Quirrell managed, laughing. "Someone's clingy. Was it really that bad without me?"

"No, no, it was all fine here, I just – God, you're gorgeous. Ok. Let's sit down so you can tell us everything. Maybe leave out the boring history stuff, though."

"It really wasn't boring." Quirrell insisted, stroking Wang's hair. "I learnt so much. And the muggle paintings, Wang Mu, they're so beautiful. Everything in Italy is beautiful."

She blinked up at him expectantly. "So…Did'ya bring us any presents back?"

Quirrell laughed, gesturing to his suitcase which he'd left in the hall. "Maybe. But first, let me have some tea, and another hug from you."

Wang Mu eagerly wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight as they sat down on the couch. "Papa missed you every single second."

"She's not exaggerating." Voldemort admitted, moving towards the kitchen to make Quirrell his drink, unable to stop smiling like an idiot.

Once done, he passed Wang Mu her hot chocolate at the same time, and sat down next to Quirrell, kissing his cheek a few times.

"Ok, sooo…" Wang Mu began, already nudging him in the ribs. "Presents? Like, like, candy?"

"Mhmm." Quirrell said, distracted by kissing Voldemort back. "I mean, let me open my case."

"Lemme do it!"

"Patience is a virtue, honey." He scolded mildly, but then he laughed. "Alright, fine, but it's out in the hall and way too heavy for you. Let me just Accio it over so I don't have to get up. Travelling is tiring."

"Hopefully not too tiring." Voldemort added in an undertone, running his hand up and down Quirrell's arm.

Quirrell smirked slightly, before angling his head. "Oh?"

"Yeah, you're gonna be up all night." He said, before leaning in to whisper. "I want to rip all your clothes off."

"That does sound fun," Quirrell murmured back, leaning in to gently reattach their lips. "But you have me all night. It's still early."

"I don't want to wait, though." His voice lowered, and he began to kiss Quirrell's neck. "I've already been waiting a whole week. Since the moment you left I wanted you back."

"Then you'll manage a few more hours." Quirrell replied smugly, and then laughed as he kissed his nose. "Don't sulk. Trust me, I want it just as much as you do, but I missed our girl. And she's looking for her presents."

There was a thump from the hallway as Wang Mu attempted to drag the suitcase, and Quirrell laughed again, retrieving his wand and flicking it twice. The suitcase was soon in the living room, and Wang Mu hurried after it. "I saw a lotta candy in there!" She hopped from one foot to the other eagerly.

"Yeah, and some Italian ice cream too." Quirrell nodded, already sifting through the contents of the bag. "I used a freezing charm on it, so it'll still be good."

"Nice!" She beamed. "Lemme get some bowls for that."

"Alright, so we're getting right in there." Quirrell said, but she'd already sped off to the kitchen. "Plastic ones!" He called after her; she'd already broken two of his china plates only a few weeks ago. "Ok, talk about how much you missed me again."

"So much." Voldemort insisted, taking both his hands. "Sleeping without you is just…Wrong."

"I know, right? I had a really nice double bed and all, but I could barely sleep." He pursed his lips, which of course made Voldemort want to jump him. "And I got some gifts for Christmas, but I still need a few more. Shopping tomorrow? I have the day off work."

"Sounds good to me."

XxX

There'd been a time when Voldemort was too afraid to even hug Quirrell in public, but as he walked down the sidewalk, his hand firmly in Quirrell's, he took a moment to congratulate himself on his progress. Besides, he'd missed holding his husband's hand.

"You're gorgeous." He stated simply.

"Uh-huh, you said." Quirrell replied, but he was grinning. He then stopped dramatically in the middle of the pavement, his jaw dropping as he stared through a store's display window. "Oh! Oh my gosh! That's the watch I saw in Italy. Like, the exact same one. Look at it, look how pretty it is!"

"Mm, that's nice, hon, but the sex store is actually across the street, and we were just about to –"

Quirrell jabbed a finger at the window excitedly. "Dude! I fell in love with that watch! I thought I'd never see it again, but it's right here!"

"And it costs more than a plane ticket to Italy." Voldemort added, wrinkling his nose. "Why would you spend so much money on something to tell the time? There's a clock on your phone."

Quirrell's face fell a little as he observed the price. "Oh. Yeah. I just…I'm sorry, you're right. That's way too expensive."

Voldemort noted the change in Quirrell's expression, and let go of his hand in favour of wrapping it around his shoulders. "Hey, cheer up. There are plenty of watches out there."

"I guess." He agreed sadly. "Not as nice as that one, though."

"You really like it that much?"

"Yeah, but it's dumb. We can't afford to throw money away at something so…" Quirrell trailed off. "So damn beautiful. Come on, let's go, this is pointless."

"I know what'll cheer you up." He began suggestively, leading Quirrell away from the exquisite shop. "A sex store is no place for moping."

"True." Quirrell acknowledged, but he still had a small pout on his face which didn't go unnoticed. Voldemort really, really wanted to give in and get him the watch for Christmas, but –

He suddenly spotted a sign outside the fancy suit store he and Quirrell loved – mainly because all the hot workers were obligated to wear the suits they sold – and stopped for a moment. Now Hiring. Huh.

Now that Wang Mu was at school, he could potentially go for that. Extra money couldn't hurt. Especially if Quirrell was really that desperate for this watch to end all watches. Plus, he could wear all those awesome suits, so everybody was a winner.

They walked on a little further, giving time for Voldemort to formulate some sort of idea. "Hey, y'know what," He began, pushing Quirrell onwards. "I'll meet up with you in ten minutes."

"What? Why?"

"I just remembered something that I have to get for Wang, that's all. This book she was after. It'll be quicker if we split up for a little bit."

"Oh, no, I hate going into a sex shop by myself, I look like such a loser." He protested. "And it's embarrassing! Why don't I go and get the book instead?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "'Cause I'm getting it. Go somewhere else. Buy me a gift, I don't know. I'll meet you in that café on the corner."

Quirrell glanced over his shoulder to look, and Voldemort took that as his cue to move. By the time he looked back, Voldemort was gone, immersed in the crowd. Quirrell blinked, and then scowled heavily. "Oh, come on." He muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Voldemort really wasn't so sure how to go about this master plan of his. He really wanted this, both for himself and for his family, but he knew he'd hardly be able to just waltz in and demand a job. Sometimes he really had to fight the temptation to use his magic in situations like this.

But at least he had some credentials. Quirrell had helped him organise a CV of sorts a while back; sure, they'd elaborated some things slightly, but the basics were all true.

And by the time he left the store after scheduling a proper interview for the next day, Voldemort was feeling pretty damn confident indeed.

XxX

Quirrell was always such a sucker for presents, especially receiving them, making Christmas one of his favourite holidays (right up there with Valentine's Day and his birthday). So naturally, he was awake early on Christmas morning, and immediately rolled over to spoon the still sleeping Voldemort.

"Hey, wake up," He attempted, nuzzling his cheek against Voldemort's. "It's morning!"

"Mmfeh…" Came the noncommittal grumble. "You're such a kid. Wang's not even…awake yet…"

"Oh, come on, presents!" Quirrell insisted. "Do I have any good ones?"

Voldemort groaned lamely into his pillow. "Squirrel, you think I'd get you crap presents?"

"No! I just want to open them." Quirrell said, kissing the side of Voldemort's head eagerly. "C'mon, Wang Mu's definitely going to be awake soon, and we'll need to watch her open all of her presents before I get to open mine –"

"Yeah, that's generally the idea when you have kids…" Voldemort replied, and Quirrell could practically hear his eye roll. "Be patient, you've got a ton of good stuff, ok? Now go back to sleep, just for another hour or so."

"An hour?" Quirrell complained, rolling onto his back. "Are you trying to torture me?"

At that, Voldemort huffed slightly, and moved over to wrap Quirrell up in his arms. "Never. In fact, I'm trying to do you a favour. It's way too early, which means you'll get tired later. And you don't want that."

Quirrell sighed, knowing Voldemort was somewhat right about that. "I guess…"

"I do have a surprise for you, though," Voldemort began, moving his hand to Quirrell's stomach. "Well, two surprises, I guess. And I'm excited about 'em too."

"Surprises?" Quirrell echoed, beginning to smile. "That sounds promising."

"Uh-huh, so try to get some more shut-eye." Voldemort told him, kissing his forehead. "Then we'll get to it."

An hour or so later, Wang Mu was impatiently knocking on their door – as Voldemort had predicted – babbling about presents much like Quirrell had been doing, and Quirrell's eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound.

"Grateful I convinced you to sleep some more?" Voldemort grinned slyly as he got out of bed, before calling, "We hear you, kid, give us a second!"

"Totally," Quirrell agreed, burying his face in his pillow, but after a few seconds he was getting out of bed. "But, hey, Merry Christmas! Can I get my surprises now?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes as he opened their bedroom door, and Wang Mu burst inside the room, wrapping her arms around Voldemort's legs. "Papa, Daddy! Hi!"

"Hey, you," Voldemort picked her up effortlessly. "Merry Christmas. Is it time for presents?"

"Always."

"With you there." Quirrell agreed, kissing her forehead. "Morning, beautiful."

Wang Mu never actually asked for a ton of gifts; she was usually perfectly happy with some new books and toy animals, but even so, Quirrell loved spoiling her as much as his bank account would allow. By the time they'd made their way downstairs, Wang Mu was practically fizzing with anticipation, and she pointed dumbly at the pile of gifts. "For me?"

"Most of 'em," Quirrell nodded, "but hopefully for me too. Race you."

The two of them sprinted the rest of the way to the tree, and both grabbed the biggest boxes with their respective names on it. "You first." She said, as Voldemort sat on the couch with a roll of his eyes. With those two, he always got to open his presents last, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Ok," Quirrell said, already tearing off the wrapping paper. "I hope it's a – Oh, sweet!"

"You're welcome." Voldemort commented as Quirrell eagerly observed the new romance novel he'd been wanting.

"Thank you!" Quirrell beamed, blowing Voldemort a kiss.

"More where that came from." Voldemort said, trying not to give too much away.

Eventually he managed to open his own gifts, which were really appreciated – especially the bottle of Firewhisky – and gave Quirrell a kiss. "Now, the surprises."

Wang Mu glanced up from her new doll hopefully. "We're going to Harry Potter world?"

"No. I mean, not yet, maybe sometime soon." Voldemort replied, taking his wand to Accio over a small wrapped box. "First, here."

Quirrell looked at him curiously before accepting the box. "What is it?"

"Open it."

Quirrell didn't need to be told twice, and eagerly ripped the paper away to open up the black box. He stared in disbelief for a long time, before glancing back up at Voldemort. "You got it for me?"

"What is it?" Wang Mu demanded, walking over to take a look, and frowning. "A watch? That's boring."

"Are you kidding?" Quirrell couldn't stop gazing at it. "It's gorgeous. It's – the watch. This is – Voldemort!"

"You like it?" He laughed as Quirrell practically leapt at him, covering him with kisses.

"I love it, I love it so much, but how did you – We can't afford this!"

"Surprise number two." Voldemort managed through his laughter as Quirrell continued to kiss him. "Guess who got a job at Suit Up?"

Quirrell pulled back a bit to stare at him. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

"Dude! Since when? Why didn't you –"

"That'd have spoiled the whole surprise thing I was going for, wouldn't it?"

"But, oh my God, that's amazing! Congratulations! Does that mean you have to wear a suit most of the time?"

"Your day keeps getting better." Voldemort replied smugly, and kissed Quirrell's nose affectionately before helping him put the watch on. "We should get some mistletoe."

"We don't need it." Quirrell dismissed, and with that, pulled Voldemort in again.