A/N: Bet you thought I wasn't going to have a Christmas story this year, didn't you? Well, you'd be right, because I didn't have one until a couple of days ago, when I finally wrote this rather short piece. But what it lacks in length, it more than makes up for in cute, fluffy sweetness and Christmas cheer — hopefully.

And looky, looky, 25th chapter for Christmas, Dec 25th.

Daisy stared out the window of the cottage in Scotland that they had rented for Christmas, watching the snow gently drift down outside in the fading light.

For the past hour or so, she and her husband and wife had struggled to carry a Christmas tree from a nearby Christmas tree farm back to their cottage, because they had frequently passed the place on their daily hikes, and she had insisted that it couldn't be too far for them to just walk to and carry a tree back from, instead of driving their rental car over there and trying to figure out how to strap it to the car to drive back. After all, she was an inhuman and Fitz did pushups — it couldn't be that hard or far.

It was.

Because both carrying a heavy weight over a distance, and carrying an object most definitely not shaped to be carried, were much harder than a casual afternoon hike was. But between the three of them, they had finally managed to get the tree that was probably larger than they should have got in the first place back to their cottage, and propped it up in the corner to be properly set up soon, but not at that moment. Because that moment was for kicking off their snow gear, and warming up, and enjoying not lugging a tree through the snow anymore. Which Daisy was doing by looking out the window to watch the falling snow for a little bit longer before it became too dark to see outside anymore, and FitzSimmons were doing by bustling around in their little kitchen, doing she knew not what. But speaking of Fitz —

"Here, babe — hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps, should warm you up some," he said as a steaming mug appeared in the air in front of her.

She took it with a smile, though keeping her attention on the winter wonderland outside, and took a sip. "Thanks, Fitz. And with marshmallows, too."

"Just for you," Fitz replied as he sat down next to her with his own mug of hot chocolate.

"Except for the minor fact that we all three have marshmallows in our hot chocolate, and there's multiple bags of them in the kitchen," came Simmons' voice as she walked into the room and over to the other side of Daisy, sitting down as well. "The alcohol is just for you, though, Daisy-flower."

"Shush, Jemma! I'm trying to sound nice!" Fitz stage whispered across Daisy to the biochemist, making Daisy laugh.

She set her hot chocolate down on the window sill and wrapped her arms around her spouses' shoulders, pulling them into her sides. "I love you two."

"Same, babe," replied Simmons, turning her head to peck Daisy on the cheek.

"Love you more," added Fitz, using his free hand to gently turn Daisy's face towards his and kissing her on the lips, always more than happy to have an excuse to kiss his wife — either one of them, to be honest, but in this case Daisy.

"I still can't believe I'm this lucky," Daisy sighed contentedly as she let go of her spouses and picked up her mug again. "To have two beautiful people that I can call my husband and wife to spend Christmas with. What did I ever do to deserve you?"