A sudden noise interrupted the festive dinner everyone but Reno was enjoying. His parents and Tifa were just making small talk now, with occasional personal bits of information being exchanged. "Oh, that's for me!" he said, realizing it was his phone. "I'll be right back." he said, and got up and hurried to the living room before his parents could object. "Rude, I'm so glad it's you…you've got to help me!"

"Hey buddy, sorry you're snowed in." Rude said, trying to hear his partner over the party music. "You're missing the biggest beach party ever!"

"If you're sorry, get me out of here!" Reno exclaimed desperately.

"What's wrong?" Rude asked.

"Tifa's here with us, and…and…she might be pregnant!" he blurted out.

"Wow, congratulations, you're a lucky man!" Rude said as he realized he was being eyed from across the bar. "I gotta go, the women here are so friendly…"

"No, don't hang up on me!" Reno pleaded as his partner did just that. A few moments later, his phone beeped with a picture message. Opening it, he frowned to see Rude with two very attractive scantily-clad women at an open-air bar at the beach. His caption read Hey man, look at me…you've got Tifa and maybe Junior on the way, so I got two babes as well to make us even!

"You bastard!" Reno snapped, then looked up from his phone to see his parents and Tifa standing in the living room doorway.

"Where did you learn such rude language?" Jillian demanded to know. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

"I guess…dinner's over?" he said lamely.

"Yes, it's time for the family photo." Patrick said, frowning at his son. "I have a thought, why don't we do two this year, one with us and then one with Tifa?" Reno and Tifa really didn't think that would be appropriate, but before they knew it, they were squished between his parents as the timer on the camera counted down. Reno was bullied into hugging Tifa, and she felt a warm flush to have his body firm against hers again. The camera flashed, catching the soft smile on her lips, while Reno's expression resembled that of a deer caught in the headlights, and not just because of the fake antlers on his head…he unexpectedly felt something too.

Releasing her quickly as he told himself again that she was just after his manhood, he looked at his parents. "Can we open presents now?"

"Oh, that's still your priority, isn't it, my little Dickie?" his mother said affectionately. "We couldn't put the presents under the tree until Christmas morning because he was such a sneaky little devil and liked to come out in the middle of the night once they were all there and go to town." she told Tifa.

"If it's mine, I got a right to it." Reno pouted, then glared at Tifa when she mouthed "Dickie?" to him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Why don't we open the package Tifa brought first?" Patrick suggested. "I'm curious about it."

"So am I, Daddy." Jillian admitted. "Alright, we'll do that one first."

Reno was only one who wasn't eager to see what it was, having recognized Tseng's handwriting when Tifa first showed up…bad enough he had to endure Christmas with his parents who still thought of him as their 'little Dickie', but now he was being hounded by his boss and the woman he might have knocked up as well…

"Well, that's odd." Patrick said as he unwrapped the package and opened the box. "It's addressed to us, but…there's presents for all of us in here, even one for Tifa."

"For me? What in the world is Cloud up to?" Tifa wondered as she was handed her present.

"Cloud?" Jillian asked.

"He's the friend who wanted me to deliver this package." she explained. "He insisted it was really important."

"You two must be really close." Jillian continued to pry.

"Oh, not like that. He's been seeing someone else for years." Tifa explained.

"And you're not?" Jillian detected a note of wistfulness in Tifa's reply.

"With my own business and two kids to raise, I don't have time for anything else." Tifa said, and Jillian nodded understandingly, relieved to know that all of Tifa's male friends must actually just be friends…except for her son.

"Why don't you open yours first, son?" Patrick asked him.

"Fine." Ripping off the paper with his usual sloppy abandon, he stared in disbelief at what he was seeing…four cruise tickets, one for each of them, with the departure date February 12th, lasting seven days with the Sweethearts Cruise Line, and all the other necessary documentation was also included. "Is this a joke?"

"He always forgets to read the card first." Patrick smiled at Tifa. "What does it say, Richard?"

Reno reluctantly took the card out of the envelope and opened it, wondering why it smelled like eggnog. His disbelief grew as he read Tseng's message. It's time the Turks started promoting a more family-friendly image. Get yourself married. That's an order. Oh and Merry Christmas!

"What's wrong?" Patrick asked Reno. "You don't look well."

"Oh...um…my boss really needs to work on his sense of humour." Reno said the first thing he could think of.

"Your boss?" Tifa's voice was sharp. "He's in on it too?"

"What's going on here?" Jillian wanted to know.

"My boss and her ex-boyfriend have been seeing each other." Reno explained, no happier than Tifa was, but he was relieved she didn't seem to be in on it. Wondering for a moment why that mattered to him, he shrugged it off by asking her the all important question: "What'd Santa bring you?".

"What To Expect When You're Expecting." Tifa read the title of the book in shock. "How…I don't…I might not even be pregnant!" she exclaimed.

"Then let's find out." Patrick and Jillian said together, wanting to know if this nice young woman was going to be part of the family or not.