I raised my head up to the sky as the snow fell in London; my coat was keeping me warm but my nose stung a bit. Russel, 2D, and I had just got done announcing the release of The Fall.

"Luv," 2D said, sticking his head outside from Jamie's house. "Are yew okay? It's cold outside." I nodded; he came out with me and grasped my hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Yeah, I was just looking at the sky." I murmured. "Do you think he can see us?" I asked. 2D looked at me with his knowing black eyes.

"Ya, I fink 'e sees us luv, I fink 'e's watchin' us right now." He replied, kissing my cheek. I allowed him to peck me on the cheek before leading me inside.

The warm air was welcoming and Russ frowned from over the mound of his food. "Hey 'D, make sure she isn' gettin' too cold. It's not good for the baby." He said. I smiled.

"I assure you the baby's fine, I'm only two months Russel." I remarked. He shook his head and pointed a fork at me before shoveling some more of Damon's casserole into him mouth.

"Doesn' matter." He said. Jamie's little girl skidded to a stop in front of me, her little face etched into a huge grin.

"Hullo Noodle! I wos wondering if you would wont to 'ear me play on the guitar for you? I learned a song just for you!" she said happily.

I bent down to smile at her. "Maybe later sweetheart, I'm going to stay out here. Where's your brother?"

She shrugged. "Jordan's probably outside trying to catch some snowflakes."

"Lilith!" Jamie called from the kitchen. "Leave Noodle alone, go play with Jordan or Uncle Damon." The girl crossed her arms but ran off to go find another form of entertainment.

I sat down on the couch next to 2D and he put my arm around me. "'Ello lil' luv." He whispered into my ear. I looked at him and smiled.

"I miss him Stu, so close to Christmas too." I murmured.

"I know luv, I know. Muds is gonna be missed by all of us, do yew wanna go visit 'im? I'm sure 'e'd luv teh 'ear the new album. After all, 'e 'elped put it together." The singer replied. I nodded.

"I'd like that, we'll bring everyone. I have my ultrasounds too; he'd like to see the baby." 2D smiled his twerpy smile and kissed my forehead, helping me stand up.

"OI! ALBARNS, HEWLETTS, AND GORILLAZ! DINNERTIME!" Jamie shouted from the kitchen. A small stampede with many voices was heard as Lilith, Jordan, Damon, and Teresa, Damon's girlfriend piled into Jamie's rather small dining room.

Jamie and 2D brought out the food while I attempted to situate everyone, positioning the little ones and all. Eventually, we got everyone in their respective spots. 2D took his spot next to me and I smiled at him as Damon cleared his throat.

"Alroight, it's been a good year so I think it's in order to join 'ands and state wot we're thankful for." He stated. Everyone agreed and we began the circle, starting with Jamie.

"I am thankful for having Noodle, 2D, and Russ 'ere with us tonight and that The Fall will reach stores at Christmastime and for little Lilli and Jordy." He said.

"I am thankful for Daddy and Mum!" Jordan squeaked.

"For Mum, Dad, an' Noodle's baby growing inside her belly!" Lilith said.

"That the new album is done." Damon shared.

"That we all have such loving friends." Teresa said softly.

"Erm, fat everyone is 'ealthy an' alive." 2D said.

"I am thankful for good health and my family." I said.

"That I am here wit' my friends." Russ boomed.

We all unclasped hands and Jamie looked solemn for a moment, all eyes focusing on him. "I'd also like to say that we all notice this year the absence of our bassist, and that we remember him tonight." He murmured. I nodded, feeling tears sting my eyes. 2D gave my hand a comforting squeeze and the meal began.

The children all chattered aimlessly about nothing, Russel told tales about his life in New York, and I shared with the dinner party a few choice Japanese words.

Around 11:30 Lilith and Jordan's eyes began to droop and Jamie excused himself from the table to take them up to bed. "I wan' them teh be ready fer tomorrow, we're going to a carnival. Their mum get's 'em fer Christmas." And with that he scooped them up and disappeared upstairs.

Damon stood as well and went to go get Teresa's and his coats. Russel yawned and 2D looked at me. "Do ya wan' teh go visit 'im luv?" he asked me quietly. I nodded and looked over at the drummer's drooping eyelids.

"Tomorrow." I replied quietly. "I think we all need to go to sleep."

I lay a hand on my stomach, anxious for Murdoc to meet his unborn child.

December, Eight Years Later

The morning air was crisp as I made my way up the hill that Stu had dubbed affectionately "Melancholy". I held Emily's hand tightly as she walked, quietly stepping beside me. 2D held little Stuart as he moved behind me.

"Ready to say hello to daddy?" I asked Emily, rubbing her fine black hair. She looked up at me with her wide mismatched eyes and nodded.

"Yes." She said, fiddling with her little locket and clutching a box in her small hand.

We stopped at the marble tombstone that read Murdoc Faust Niccals, 1966-2010 Father, Musician.

It was a very simple message because we didn't know what else to write about him. He certainly wasn't beloved by all, nor was he a husband, and even writing 'father' on it was a stretch since he didn't know he was a father. The grave always had something on it, whether it was a pack of cigarettes or a six pack, sometimes the diehard Gorillaz fan would even leave a card or flowers of some sort. But today was special, I looked behind me to see if 2D was following and he was, with our little blue-haired green-eyed son.

"C'mon 2D, bring Stuart up here too." I murmured. The gangly singer nodded and set him down next to Emily in front of the tombstone. Little Stuart toddled over and looked at the words etched into the marble solemnly.

"Hullo Uncle Murdoc." He stated with his little British-Cockney lisp, setting his Christmas gift down in front of the grave. Emily went next, tears in her eyes as she gazed at the wilting flowers that we were going to replace shortly.

"'Ello daddy," she whispered. "I came to visit you, I brought you a present too so you don't feel left out when all the other angels get some." She placed the gift gently next to Stuart's and went back to my side.

My husband went forward now, brandishing the flowers, his hands stuck awkwardly in his pockets. "Uh, 'ello Muds, it's me, Face-Ache. Merry Christmas, lil' Stu is gettin' really big an' Emily is so beautiful, I wish yew could've seen 'em. Noods is good too. Well, good seein' yew." He hastily set the flowers at the foot of the tombstone and retreated with Emily and little Stu.

"Is mum gonna talk teh Emma's daddy alone?" the toddler stage-whispered.

"Ya lil' luv, let's go." 2D replied, turning them back down "Melancholy Hill" to the car where they would wait.

I looked at the grave for a long time before feeling a tear trace down my cheek. "Hello Murdoc-chan. I decided to come for Christmas. I hope everything is well wherever you are, Emily asks of you often, she's so talented, she plays the guitar and the bass and her eyes are just like yours. I tell her all about you every night. Little Stuart is so nice, 2D is upset because his hair started growing in blue and he says he'll get made fun of at school for having blue hair and green eyes, personally I think this makes him unique."

I fiddled with the ring he had given me, making the words engraved onto it glint in the overcast light. "I love you Murdoc, and I think of you every day. 2D and I are well, remember that we got married a couple of years ago? Emily is so much like you, she is very smart. I gave her a locket with your picture in it so she will never forget who you are. Good-bye Murdoc." I whispered, setting my gift on his grave and walking down the hill to the car which was waiting to take us back home.