Months later and Harry was now 9 months old and was going to celebrate his first Christmas. Both Carol and David brought him toys for Christmas and had them wrapped and stored away in their wardrobe. Harry was also trying to talk and could now climb up the stairs which did both of them proud, Carol also brought a walker in order to encourage him to start walking though Harry couldn't achieve this yet.
Then a week before Christmas, Carol was tidying up the house getting ready for when Bianca and the kids came to visit, Harry was in his walker watching her and Carol smiled at him, "Mummy has to get the house clean because your big sister is coming to see us, isn't she?" She said in a small voice to Harry before she started polishing the bar. Then she heard a small voice.
"Mama."
Carol turned on her heel towards Harry who was looking at her with his big blue eyes. She knew it down in front of him, "Mama." He said and Carol smiled before running into the hallway. "David! Come here!" She called up the stairs and David ran downstairs his hair dripping wet. "Harry said his first word." She gushed with tears in her eyes and David picked Harry up. "Whose this, Harry?" He said pointing at Carol, Harry didn't say anything at first then he said,"Mama." David gave a little laugh then he said, "And who am I?" Harry looked at him but didn't speak. David felt a bit upset that Harry could remember Carol but not him. Carol cuddled him then and whispered, "He's knows who you are." But David wasn't sure. He felt tears come to his eyes but he whispered to Harry, "Good boy."
Christmas day finally arrived and everyone was having a brilliant time, the kids loved their presents, David and Carol had managed to have a quick half hour of fun upstairs while everyone was recovering from the Christmas dinner and Harry was enjoying his new toys. Tiffany and Morgan loved playing with him and Harry loved the attention and grizzled when they stopped playing with him. David came downstairs and held Harry in his arms, "First Christmas. Soon will be your first birthday. The first anniversary of the day that I first held you in my arms." He whispered, kissing his head, Harry looked up at him and David put him in his high chair, getting ready to feed him when David heard a voice saying, "Dada."
David thought he had imagined it at first. The voice seemed so distant but then he heard it again, "Dada." David laughed then just as Carol came in the kitchen. "Whose this Harry?" David asked and Harry said, "Mama." "And whose this?" Carol said pointing at David, Harry gave a giggle, "Dada." His parents smiled at him and embraced each other. They were Harry's Mama and Dada and they were proud to be so.