Christmas was a joyous time. Bobby should have purchased stock in Kodak for as many pictures as he took. Nate got everything a baby could ever want. Dean wanted to start purchasing good, quality, tools for him, a couple each year so he'd have his own toolbox by the time he was able to drive. Kylee talked him into a stuffed Tigger because, according to Dean, Tigger had the coolest adventures.

Dean and Kylee were fresh back from their romantic getaway and seemed to forget when others were in the room. Sam and Abby seemed immune to it or used to it, Bobby couldn't tell which. Bobby found them easy enough to ignore but Tasha turned pink just being in the same room as them. If it had gotten out of hand, Bobby would have said something. But, clothes stayed put and hands weren't exactly in forbidden places.

Abby and Sam stayed up until about midnight. Nate was going to be up at his usual time, it didn't matter if it was a holiday or not. They gave hugs and said their goodnights with Nate already sound asleep.

Dean and Kylee tore themselves away from each other long enough say goodnight and make it to the stairs right after Sam and Abby. Dean gave Kylee a little slap on her tush as they rounded the corner. Kylee let out a yelp and a giggle.

"We're lucky to have you here this year, too, Tasha," Bobby took her hand. "I know we make a big deal out of Nate's firsts but I remember that it's yours too." Tasha smiled at him. "That is a beautiful Christmas stocking you made Nate. Just think, we'll have it hanging up there every year from now on."

"Don't look too closely at it or you might see my mistakes. My counting in my counted cross-stitch wasn't always on target."

"No one would notice but you," Bobby assured her as they sat in the light of the Christmas tree. "Tasha," Bobby cleared his throat after being quiet for some time. "I'm more, um, reserved, than most guys in this house. You know that I love you, right?"

"Yeah, Bobby. I know."

"What do you want for your life, Tasha? School? Career?"

"Family," she replied. "And you."

"Are you sure? Because I'm so much older, you'd probably be married to a younger guy for longer than me."

"That doesn't matter. I'd rather have you than two lifetimes with someone else. Why can't you see that?"

"I don't want to be cheating you out of anything," Bobby told her.

"I'd never feel cheated. I am very lucky to have you in my life."

"Do you want to get married, Tasha?"

She nodded.

"To me?" Bobby's voice almost squeaked at the end.

Tasha nodded.

"Well, then," Bobby moved from the couch. "We need to do this proper." He pulled a ring out of his jeans pocket and knelt by the couch. "Tasha, will you marry me? Be my wife?" Bobby had tears shimmering in his eyes.

Tasha nodded and wiped at her tears.

"Is that a 'yes'?" he asked nervously.

"It's a definite yes," Tasha replied shakily.

Bobby put the ring on his finger, "This was my mother's. Emerald was her birthstone. It was a gift from my dad. I had the two smaller diamonds added to make it more like an engagement ring. Is it okay?"

"It's beautiful," Tasha looked up at Bobby as he smiled and then gave her a kiss that seemed to engulf all that she was. She was breathless as she clung to his broad shoulders and the Christmas lights reflected on her ring.

"I'm so glad the Christmas rush is over but I won't breathe easy until January is over. We'll be dealing with returns at the store until then."

"Does that mean more hours?" Sam asked, sprawled on their bed. He loved watching his wife get ready for bed. She neatly folded her clothes, took off her jewelry (she didn't wear much these days with Nate), slid into a nightgown, and brushed her hair looking at Sam through the reflection in the mirror.

"Possibly."

"Just don't get too bogged down at work. I know we haven't been sleeping the best."

Abby softly made her way across the hardwood floor to the cradle to check on Nate one last time before turning in.

"No matter how much sleep we lose over Nate, he's worth every minute of it." She came back around to her side of the bed and turned out the light.

"That he is," Sam said as he rolled on his side to face his wife. He gave her a lingering kiss.

"Sam, we haven't talked about birth control yet."

"I still have some condoms."

"Have they expired?"

"I can go check," Sam offered.

"No," Abby stopped him. "Maybe check sometime this week. I'm just too tired, honey."

"Did you want to look at the methods that work for, like 5 years, and then get taken out when you want to get pregnant?"

Abby gave him a surprised look.

"Hey, I've seen advertisements on television."

"Do you just assume we'll have another baby?" Abby asked.

"No. I thought it just sounded like a fool-proof way for a longer period of time. Thought it would be easier that way."

"You're right. I just feel so much like a mom and not like a wife since I had Nate."

"You're my same beautiful, Abby," Sam brushed her hair aside. "That certain smile that you get just for Nate makes me jealous because it's a smile you have just for him, not for me."

"I do?"

"Yeah, but I get a smile that no one else does. The 'come hither' smile."

"Hmm. That's the best one," Abby smiled.

"I think so, too." Sam curled up behind his wife, following her curves, old and new. He made a mental note to check their condom stash and get Abby an appointment to talk about other birth control options and risks.

Sam was just drifting off to sleep when he heard Nate start to fuss.

"I've got him," Sam gave Abby a kiss. "Get some sleep. Love you."

Sam wiped the sleep out of his eyes and scooped up Nate, who calmed as soon as he was in his father's arms.

Kylee bounced up the stairs on the way to their room. Dean was trying to get her clothes off before they had even reached the end of the hall.

"Dean, quit that."

"There's no one up here," Dean exaggerated his whisper in return.

"That's not the point."

Dean rolled his eyes. If he had a nickel for every time someone said that to him, well, you know. So, he waited until they were safe in the confines of their own room before removing any more of her clothing. He had his shirts off and jeans unbuttoned before they got there. After all, she was the self-conscious one, not him.

"Happy Anniversary, Dean," Kylee came in from the bathroom with a new barely-there outfit that made him feel good in all sorts of ways.

"Happy Anniversary," Dean stood and walked slowly to what could have been a dream--his wife wrapped in gossamer material, begging to be unwrapped.