Crying was what woke them up. Not like that was unusual or anything, they had been woken up by that sound countless times for over a year now. Their daughter had gotten better in that time period and had allowed the parents to get a full nights rest a majority of time, but it didn't look like that was happening this morning.

"Lydia go back to sleep." He moaned trying to reason with the one year old. He opened his eyes just enough to look at the time on his phone, "it's only 5:00 A.M."

Her only response was to cry louder from her crib.

"Doesn't look like that's happening." She said and would have laughed if she wasn't so tired.

When he made no hint of moving and the wails continued. She forced herself out of bed, but not before smacking his arm for being lazy. Blearily she walked over to the crib where almost instantly the crying stopped.

"Is that all you want attention?" She asked and she picked her baby up.

Her daughter sniffled a little and with a smile snuggled into her mother's arms. She shook her head in disbelief and gave the needy girl a kiss on the head.

"What do you say can you let Mommy and Daddy sleep a little bit more?"

Easily she got back into bed and cuddled close to the father and held the one year old close to her chest. She felt him sling an arm around both and them as she closed her eyes. It seemed like their daughter had other plans though as she started to wiggle and whine trying to get out of her parents' grasp.

"Lydia!" They both sighed in exasperation.

She eased up on her hold and instantly the baby worked her way over to her father where she flopped onto his chest with a giggle.

"What do you want this morning bug?" He popped open an eye to see the adorable smiling face looking back at him.

They found it hard to stay mad at her for long. All she had to do was flash those big blue eyes and that toothy grin and their hearts melted. If they didn't build up an immune system soon they were going to be in a lot of trouble when she was older.

"She must be excited for Christmas." She suggested rolling onto her side to look at them.

"She's only 13 months old, how does she know it's Christmas?"

"Because every child knows when it's Christmas morning no matter what age they are." She playfully poked her daughters side and was rewarded with the most beautiful sound in the world, her giggles. "Do you know that Santa came last night?"

"Yeah and Santa was up way too late getting all those presents ready and would really like an extra few minutes of sleep." He grumbled, which earned him another smack on the arm.

"Oh hush, you don't want to spoil the secret yet."

"Again she's 13 months old, I don't think she fully understands what we are saying."

"Stop being such a spoil sport, it's Christmas!"

While this wasn't their daughter's first Christmas, it was going to be a lot more fun. Last year she was a one month old who couldn't even hold her head up without adult support. But this year they had a very mobile baby who's eyes lit up as she tried to examine all the decorations, with both her hands and mouth. Hence the reason for the last minute wrapping. The baby found a way into everything these days and they didn't want her opening her's or anyone else's gifts until the morning of.

"Well maybe if someone let me sleep in I wouldn't be such a Grinch." He lifted the baby high above their heads causing her to squeal loudly. "Can't you be this excited in an hour or two?" He playfully asked and he gently shook her in the air.

She laughed loudly at her father's antics and enjoying all of the attention. He lowered her back down to his chest and kissed the top of her head. It seemed like she finally got the message of sleep as she closed her eyes and snuggled into his arms.

The parents shot each other a thankful smile ready to try and get some more rest. She pulled herself in close and put an arm around her family. While waking up early on days she didn't have to was not fun, she did love early more cuddles with them.

Just as she was about to fall back to sleep their daughter seemed to remember the real reason why she woke up and let out a loud cry causing both parents to jump.

"She must be hungry." She commented with a groan.

"You want to go get her a bottle?" He asked as he tried to soothe the one year old.

"You're already holding her and we don't want to make her to wait any longer."

"I already miss the days where she could latch onto you and be fed." He grumbled as he pushed himself up.

"Sorry as much as I would have like to have kept going that restaurant is officially closed for business. Plus pumping in the past was not enjoyable. I'm not upset about that being over."

He sighed and looked to the crying baby in his arms, "alright Lydie Bug lets go get you breakfast."

She propped herself up onto her elbow to get a good look at her little family. "You know you both look adorable."

"I'm not sure adorable is how I want to feel." He said looking down at his pajamas.

As a joke gift their friends had bought the family matching Christmas pajamas. Of course she was beyond excited to see baby and father dressed up in the same outfit, but he was less than thrilled. He put them on though for her.

"Blame it on the baby in your arms then." She smiled, "but without her you would look very sexy."

He raised his eyebrows, "really?"

"Yes really. And you know I'm working on Jiya and Rufus taking her tonight so you and I could do a little celebrating of our own."

At the moment their daughter let out a loud wail unhappy with the lack of progress of getting her food.

"Hold that thought." He quickly said and ran out of the bedroom.

She laughed to herself and plopped down onto the mattress. Even with all the trials and troubles they've had she'd never been happier. She had the perfect man and a beautiful baby girl whom she loved with all of her heart. It didn't matter that they were trapped in an underground bunker because they were all together and life could only get better.

"Don't tell me you already fell back asleep." She heard him say as he entered back into the bedroom.

The baby in his arms was finally content and quiet as she firmly grasped the bottle.

She sat up and smiled, "No I was just thinking."

"About what?"

He joined her back in the bed and put their daughter between them. She gave her mother a smile, the bottle not leaving her mouth. She smiled back and attempt to smooth down the unruly morning curls.

"About how much I love you two."

"Really?" He asked with a big goofy grin on his face.

She looked up to meet his eyes, "yes really!"

"Good because I love you too, both of you."

He leaned forward to give her a proper good morning kiss which sent shivers all down her body. It had been over a year since she had said her feelings out loud to him and even longer since he'd said it to her. Yet somehow time didn't matter for those three little words. It still made her heart flutter whenever they said I love you.

Not to mention the kisses and then some. She hoped she never grew immune to those kisses. They'd shared countless since the day their daughter was born, but they always made her go weak at the knees and left her wanting more.

"So about tonight?" He asked pulling away with a sly smile.

"No promises yet, but I am trying really hard to get them to take her. They got to celebrate on Christmas Eve anyway so I think they can put up with a baby for one night."

"We could just put her in their room at bedtime and then flee. You know they won't enter our room if the door is closed." He put his mouth right next to her ear and whispered, "especially if I make you scream loud enough."

"Wyatt!" She scolded, or tried to as he continued to pepper kisses around the side of her neck.

"To be continued tonight." He smirked finally pulling away.

She gave him a fake evil look, but that only caused his smile to grow. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was thinking the same thing. It wasn't easy getting a night alone with him and any special occasion or spare time they could pawn the baby off on someone they took advantage of.

"What do you think Lydia? Can you be extra cute for Aunt Jiya and Uncle Rufus today so you can have a sleep over?" She asked the baby.

Their daughter gave them a big smile causing milk to dribble down her chin.

"Oh yeah that's going to win them over right there!" He laughed.

She just shook her head and used the sheet to clean off the milk.

"Well no matter what happens tonight, at least we have the entire day to spend together as a family." She smiled and propped up the pillow so that she could fully sit up in bed.

He followed her lead, all hopes of going back to sleep were lost. He picked their daughter back up and placed her on his lap and then put an arm around his other girl's shoulder to bring her in close.

"Merry Christmas Lucy." He murmured and kissed the top of her head.

"Merry Christmas."

She laid her head against his shoulder and looked down at their baby. It might have been an ghastly early hour, but she didn't care anymore. This was exactly how she wanted to start the holiday. With her family cuddled in close together in bed, matching pajamas and all.