A/N: We've made it through the angst! I thought we all deserved a little fluff after all of that :)

From here on out, we are working in present day after all of the other "Geronimo" stories.

I highly recommend listening to the song this chapter is named after; it's super 90's and amazing.

Gosalyn stretched up, placing the large black bow on top of the tree. "There," she said, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. "Does it look okay?"

"It doesn't matter," Negaduck ground out, a part of him needing to be upset about this even though he did like the look of the fully decorated tree in his living room. She always had a good eye and the decorations were still tailored to him with the black bows and ribbons, scarlet and gold ornaments, and orange lights. "It's all going to come down in a few weeks anyway."

"I can't have a house I stay in not decorated for Christmas. That's just embarrassing."

Negaduck sent her a glare and she smirked at him before bounding over to the couch.

Gosalyn sighed as she settled beside him, looking around the room. "I think that's everything."

"Thank God," Negaduck said, sinking down into the fluffy cushions.

She scoffed but made herself comfortable, settling into the couch and pillowing her head on his shoulder.

Negaduck glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, trying to remain as still as possible. Moving might give her the wrong impression. Like he didn't want her affection.

He hadn't wanted it for most their relationship. He'd lived so much of his life without it, he'd just grown accustomed to the absence.

Until this girl.

She wasn't even overly affectionate, just liked the occasional hug. Would sometimes cuddle up to him, like she was now. She also wasn't averse to a kiss on the cheek every now and then, but he would only indulge her in that in the most extreme circumstances. Like when they survived a particularly dangerous mission. And maybe not even then.

A voice in his head warned him to not get used to this. To not ever admit that it was something he wanted. Because then it might be taken away from him. Like it had been before.

But he would give Gosalyn absolutely anything she wanted. And that part of him was so much more persuasive than the little voice in his head.

He tentatively rested his head atop hers, her hair tickling his face. She didn't move. Instead, she sighed and leaned into him more. Really throwing caution to the wind, he closed his eyes.

It was nice. Sitting here with her. The smell of pine in the air. Heat curling around them from the operational furnace and intact vents. The softness of the couch beneath them.

"You can't fool me," she said eventually, her voice soft. "I know you like Christmas now."

Negaduck smiled. "It's all right."

Gosalyn chuckled and shifted. Negaduck leaned away from her, schooling his features into what he hoped was a neutral expression. Acting like separating wasn't the last thing he wanted to do.

She rose, picking up all the boxes and containers she'd used to store the decorations in and hauled them out of the room. Probably back down to the basement. Negaduck stretched and glanced around at his decorated room. At the rich colors and soft lights.

Fine. He admitted it.

Seeing Christmas decorations go up was pretty magical.

Especially when it was in a house that wasn't falling apart.

His new home had been Gosalyn's present to him last year. After setting the thing on fire in a moment of panic, she'd swooped in and had the whole place rebuilt. Identical to how it had been, but stronger, with better materials and new furniture. And, of course, the full gambit of Christmas decorations.

Like it was something he deserved.

Wondering at the time, Negaduck got up and headed to the window, peeking out from around the curtains. Endless darkness yawned at him. No wonder he'd been so fidgety as Gosalyn had decorated the tree; it was the time he usually reserved for his hunts. And she was probably eager to get home. She'd been here all day and Christmas was about being with family, after all.

He went up to his room, throwing on his yellow jacket, clipping on his cape, and stuffing his hat atop his head. Negaduck eyed his parka as he tied his mask in place, wondering if it was cold enough for it. Ultimately, he decided to leave it behind; it didn't quite cut the same imposing figure that his regular suit did.

As he descended the stairs, he saw Gosalyn pulling her own coat on. She zipped it up and stuffed her hands into her pockets, a smile spreading on her beak and she looked up at him.

"I almost forgot." She pulled out a small package and handed it over.

"Thought we were doing our exchange after Christmas," said Negaduck, coming to a stop before her and cautiously taking the package. Her grin was too full of mischief for this gift to be innocent.

One of her eyebrows quirked upwards. "It's not from me."

Negaduck glanced down at the present warily. There was a tag stuck to one side and he read the label, sneering when he saw the name. "Dipwing Dork?" He looked at Gosalyn in frustration.

She was grinning fully now, pulling a beanie onto her head. "He told me to give it to you. Said he wasn't sure how else to get it here."

He rolled his eyes, ready to set it aside and completely forgot it existed.

Except Gosalyn asked, "Aren't you gonna open it? I've been curious about what's inside."

"You didn't peek?"

"Haven't since I was a kid. Makes Dad real upset."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Shouldn't I wait until Christmas morning to open this?"

"That's not fair!" Gosalyn exclaimed, her brow furrowing in distress. "I want to know what he gave you!"

Negaduck grinned. "Rules are rules, Gosalyn."

She rolled her eyes. "Like rules matter to you. Come on, Papa Wolf, bust it open!"

That was wildly unfair. Using her name for him.

Scowling, he ripped off the paper and tossed it to the floor before tearing into the cylinder-shaped box. He pulled out a miniaturized version of Duncewing's plane.

He groaned but Gosalyn's eyes had gone wide, her beak dropping open in surprise.

Holding up the plane, Negaduck said, "I'm guessing this is more than an action figure?"

"It's a Flashquack. Dad uses it to send messages. Or to have messages sent to him." She held out her hand and Negaduck handed it over. Pressing a button opened the hatch, a small scroll of paper tucked away inside. Gosalyn plucked it free and handed it to Negaduck.

Unrolling it revealed the message, "A way to get ahold of me. Or to ask for help. If your ego doesn't get in the way first. Team Darkwing will answer the call, whatever it may be."

Not knowing what to think or how to properly absorb the information, Negaduck allowed Gosalyn to read it.

Her eyes sparkled as she read the words. "Do you know what this means?"

"It's an olive branch." Negaduck looked at the plane dubiously.

"I mean, yeah." She gripped Negaduck's sleeve. "But it means Dad's accepted you as one of us!"

Negaduck's brows furrowed. "I am not apart of Team Darkwing," he sneered, holding up the message and pointing at the name.

Gosalyn grinned. "You totally are." She nodded to the Flashquack. "You have Darkwing tech. That proves it."

"I have it, doesn't mean I'll use it."

"Grinch." She smacked his arm playfully. Handing the small scroll of paper back, she said, "It's a nice gesture."

"Yeah." He held up the Flashquack to study it. "Now I have Duncewing's face in my home. It's a Christmas miracle."

Gosalyn shook her head. "You're impossible." With that, she opened the front door and headed outside.

Negaduck gave one more cursory look at the Flashquack before setting it down on the stairs. There had to be some drawer where he could stuff it away later. When Gosalyn wasn't there to judge him for piling as much junk on top of it as he could.

He followed her outside, closing the front door behind him. Catching up to her, he asked, "Does this mean I have to give him a gift in return?"

"If you want." Her grin was still firmly in place, which made him very uncomfortable. "Of equal or greater value."

Damn Dorkwing. Damn him to hell.