On Christmas Day, Quinn panicked as she rushed to get dinner started that morning. Jason watched his wife in amusement, stepping in to help when she asked (but not before, because she'd get pissed if he overstepped) and taking care of the baby when their daughter demanded and/or needed something. "You do realize our dads aren't going to care when dinner is, right?" he asked her.

She briefly stopped to glare at him. "Dinner needs to be perfect, Jason - and on time!" Quinn didn't mention that Steve's memory was failing even more and this Christmas might be the last one where he remembered them, because Jason already knew and didn't need the reminder. Plus, she refused to hurt him, especially today of all days.

He snorted in amusement and went to go check on Trinity, currently in her playpen. "You having fun there, baby girl?" The baby looked up at him and started babbling something. This was the six month old's first Christmas, thus another reason why Quinn was so determined to make sure today went smoothly and perfectly. She lifted her arms up so Jason picked her up. "Are you good now?" She responded by grabbing his shirt and refusing to let go. When Quinn called him into the kitchen for help about ten minutes later, he sat the baby down in her high chair (much to her displeasure) and rejoined his wife.

Fortunately, dinner was amazing - and everything went well - so the five of them sat in the living room afterwards, reminiscing about past Christmases. Quinn leaned against Jason, eyes on the tree. "I can't believe we have to take it down," she murmured.

"You complained as we set it up," a laughing Jason reminded her. He gave her a brief kiss and then returned his attention to their fathers, making sure nothing upset Steve and sent him into a spiral. Mike tried to help as much as possible but he didn't always manage to calm his best friend down. Not that Jason was always successful either but he tried his best.

"True, and I'll complain when we take it down too. Shut up," she shot back with a grin just as Trinity looked up from the toy she was playing with and glanced up at the lights. She stared at the tree in awe, still captivated by it weeks later. "Do you see the pretty tree, Trinity Cadence? It's one of your favorite things, along with your new toys, huh?" Quinn kissed the top of the baby's head and tried to relax.

"The third generation Bedford-Sullivan has to love Christmas just like the rest of us," Jason murmured. They had tried out Sullivan-Bedford as Trinity's last name before her birth but it just hadn't felt right (although Quinn herself was legally now Sullivan-Bedford herself).

"Damn straight." Quinn winked at him and laughed when Jason kissed them both. "Love you."

"Love you too, Quinn."

"Stop being so sappy," Mike chided, shaking his head.

"Never! You have to put up with the sap forever, Uncle Mike. Sorry, though." He still felt guilty every time their fathers caught them being affectionate (he even apologized when they broke the news of Quinn's pregnancy, even though everyone had been delighted).

"Stop apologizing, Jason. We've been over this numerous times." God, Quinn loved him and his innate need to apologize for stupid shit every time, though. It was sweet (and amusing).

"And now we have New Year's left but yeah, there's no way we're making it to midnight with a baby. Quinn can finally settle down." Jason doubted that would happen, however.

"We'll just wake up in time to watch the ball drop," Quinn mused.

"Sounds perfect." But they'd likely sleep through it, even though she was thinking ahead and positively.

Bedford-Sullivan Christmases were legendary and perfect, and it'd only get better from here on out.