A/n: the final piece to Sleep. Next story I write will not be fluff. As much I love the happy kissy kiss stuff I need something different. In my mind Toby is about 5 years old which I know is really young but I just picture him so much younger. Can you picture that?
So I hope you enjoy it all.
It was late on December the 23rd. Sweeney and Nellie we asleep curled up with each other, as it had been for the past month. Sweeney no longer slept up in his shop or on the couch but with Nellie curled up tightly against him. The fire was dying in the fire place and the snow fell outside. The house grew closer for any one not in bed. But some one was not in bed. Out side the bed room door Toby stood, a tattered bear clutched tightly in his hand. He turned the handle and stepped into the warm room. He watched the two lumps in the bed breathing. He shuffled his feet over to the side of the bed.
Nellie was sleeping soundly, Sweeney's strong arm draped over her waist. Toby bit his lip as he reached out and tugged on a curl that has fallen into her face. She jumped out of sleep and stared out in to the dark room.
"Toby?" She asked her brow wrinkled.
"It's me mum." He said gripping the bear tightly to him.
"What's wrong love?" She said sitting up slightly to look at him better.
"Is there such thing as Santa? And if there is will he be able to find me here." He said biting his lip. He looked up at her with wide eyes.
"Of course there is dear, who told you there wasn't?" She asked running her hand over his cheek.
"One of the boy on the street, said only babied believe in Santa because he wasn't real. Will he find me here?"
"Of course he will dear. You shouldn't be worrying about that dear." She kissed him lightly on the cheek. He shivered, his bare feet curling up on the floor. He was only in a thin night shirt and tiny cap. "Come here love." She wiggled out of Sweeney's arms and pulled the blanket up. Sweeney sat up and looked at the small boy crawling in between the sheets.
"Toby?" He asked, watching the boy wiggle between him and his love. "What's wrong?"
"Some one told me there was no such thing as Santa." He said, chewing on the ear of the bear in his hand.
Sweeney ruffled Toby's hair. "I'm sure that Santa Claus will bring you everything you wanted."
"Can Santa bring me a family?" Toby said as he settled down in to the bed. Nellie and Sweeney exchanged a glance.
"We'll see tomorrow night Toby." Nellie said kissing him on the forehead. Toby smiled and curled up. His eyes closed and Sweeney and Nellie were left alone just to stare at each other.
They both looked down at the boy in between them. He was now sleeping soundly, with out aid of gin, the bear tucked under this arm. Sweeney and Nellie smiled at each other and laid back. Their placed their hands on Toby's stomach, fingers laced together. They fell asleep in the warmth of the bed.
A/n: The end! I hope you enjoyed it. I hope it wasn't too rushed or weird. I really liked writing something fluffy but now it is on till something different. Be on the look out for more stories!