DISCLAIMER: Me no own, me so very, very sad.

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"Cookies?"

"Check."

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Carrots and apple slices?"

"Check."

"Well then it looks like we're all set for Santa and his reindeer." Nick smiled and bent over picking up his six year old daughter, "So the only thing left is for all little girls to be tucked in and dreaming of sugar plums."

"Where's Papa, Daddy?"

"Your Papa had to go into work for a couple hours sweetheart, but I promise he'll be here in the morning to open presents."

Gracie rested her head on Nick's shoulder, "I want Papa to tell me a story."

"I could tell you one?" Nick said as he started towards the back of the house and to Gracie's room.

"Papa uses the voices."

"And I can't?" Nick asked amused, as he opened a lilac door that led to his little girls room. The white carpet was clean of toys and occupied with a giant pink Daisy rug. The walls were light purple with butterflies and daisies stenciled around the room. A lamp, purple polka dotted chair, small wooden bookcase, and small toy chest with teddy bears on it was set in a corner of the room. Most of which were sporting a t-shirt with a different city's name on them.

"Not as well as Papa."

Nick smiled and turned down the pink and green puppy comforter, settling Gracie under the covers and tucking the blankets up and around her.

"Well tomorrow I'll make him tell you two stories since he missed tonight. How's that sound?"

Gracie pondered this for a moment before smiling, "Okay Daddy."

"Now it's time for you to go to sleep or else Santa will have to skip our house and I want presents tomorrow, don't you?"

Black curls bounced as Gracie nodded her head vigorously and got cushy under her blankets. She puckered her lips and raised her little arms high in the air waiting for her nightly hug and kiss. Nick leaned down pecked her lips and ruffled her hair a little as little arms crushed around his neck, "Night Daddy."

"Goodnight Gracie."

The Texan pulled back, gave Gracie another kiss, this time on the cheek and turned off the light as he quietly exited the room.

Gracie awoke much later in need of the bathroom. Throwing off her blankets, she put on her frog slippers and made her way out into the hallway. Muffled voices immediately met her ears and she tip-toed down the hallway and peered out into the living room.

Green-eyes widened in surprise at the sight that greeted her.

Santa Claus.

Santa Claus was there in her house.

Santa Claus was there in her house and talking to her Daddy.

Her Daddy was so cool if he knew The Santa Claus. She smiled brilliantly and was about to go out to greet Santa when he suddenly yanked her Dad into his arms and kissed him. Her little mouth dropped open and she narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Only her Papa was allowed to kiss Daddy like that!

Storming out into the living room she put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Santa!"

Nick and Santa broke apart, both red in the face and panting slightly from the kiss.

"Only Papa gets to kiss my Daddy!" Gracie stomped over and planted herself right in front of Nick. Scowling up at Santa, she pointed a small tan finger at him accusingly and stated, "You are not my Papa."

Standing behind his two-foot nothing daughter, Nick tried to hold back his laughter as he looked into the shocked hazel eyes of 'Santa'.

"Well...he-hello little Gracie, shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I had to go potty. Why did you kiss my Daddy?"

"Uh...Mistletoe?" Santa stuttered.

Gracie narrowed her eyes and crossed her tiny arms over her chest, she looked up and then back at Santa scowling, "Try again."

Nick took pity on the pleading eyes sent his way and kneeled down next to Gracie, "Honey, Santa was just delivering your Papa's gift to me. Since he had to work tonight he asked Santa to bring me my usual Christmas kiss."

Gracie's brow furrowed and her eyes looked searchingly into her Daddy's, "Really?"

"Really." Nick smiled softly.

"Did Papa ask you to give me anything?" She asked as she turned to Santa.

Santa let out a breath and smiled lovingly down at her, "As a matter of fact he asked me to see to it that you got your story tonight."

Green eyes watched him silently and a few trickles of sweat rolled down his forehead. Gracie gave him one last scathing look and nodded her head, "Okay, but I'm watching you Santa. No house-wrecking, got it mister!?"

Gracie grabbed a gloved hand and dragged Santa along after her, telling him about using special voices and about which story she wanted.

Nick barely contained his laugh at the sight. He shut off all the lights in the living room and went into his and Greg's bedroom.

Almost an hour later an exhausted Santa came through the door and did a face-plant into the mattress. Nick set down his book and took off his glasses, "So 'Santa' how did the story go?"

A mumbled response was all Nick got and he smiled lovingly down at his costumed hubby. Greg lifted his head for but a moment to pull off the beard and hat, tossing them to the ground before burying his head back into the softness of their king-size bed.

"Mahmwrkr."

"Mind speaking English?"

Greg moaned and got up, discarding the Santa suit and throwing it in their closet along with the fake beard and hat he had thrown onto the floor.

"According to our darling little girl, Santa is now a home-wrecker and should be ashamed of trying to steal her Daddy. As soon as she pulled me into her room I got a lecture, can you believe it! A six-year old lecturing Santa. She finally drifted off to sleep after I promised multiple times to never try and steal you away from her and her Papa."

Greg crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Nick's waist, snuggling into the warmth, "Mm, comfy pillow."

Nick chuckled and ran a hand through disheveled blond locks.

"She's just like you."

"Oh yeah, how so?"

Greg smiled against Nick's stomach, trailing his hand up and down his side, "She made me feel guilty! Kept saying that Santa should know better and that it better not happen again or she'd write an angry letter to Mrs. Claus."

A deep laugh echoed throughout their room, "How exactly is that like me?"

"Reminded me of how you guilt suspects into confessing." Greg yawned sleepily and snuggled deeper into Nick's arms. "Then again she's a little like me too."

The Texan pressed a gentle kiss upon Greg's head, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Greg sighed, "She blackmailed me into the possibility of her getting a pony next year. Or else."

Nick laughed and after getting cushy, reached over turning off the bedside lamp. A smile on his lips.

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A/N: A short little Christmas one-shot involving my favorite little girl, .:smiles wide:.

As always reviews welcome, but not mandatory.

P.S. I am having a bit of a snag in deciding in what to dress Gracie and the boys up in for Halloween so if you have any suggestions either PM me or leave it in a review. Thanks! :D