2014
"Skye," he called softly as he rubbed her side, trying to ease her awake.
"No…" she grumbled and tried–unsuccessfully–pull the duvet over her head. "I wanna sleep."
He snuggled a little closer to her, so their bodies were basically pressed together, and tried again, this time gently kissing her neck. "It's Christmas morning. I bet everybody's already up and waiting for us." Another kiss. "To exchange presents and be merry and all." He nuzzled his nose against her shoulder. "To have a family Christmas. You love that."
She let out some unintelligible noise that could have been an agreement, then turned around, so they were facing each other as they lay in the bed, and tucked her head under his chin.
"I do…" she almost whined, slipping an arm around his waist. "But I'm tired."
"You can come back to sleep later if you want," he tried to negotiate, but all he got as response was another grunt before her breathing started to even out once again. He let her be for a little while–there was something calming about her sleeping snuggled into him he loathed to part with–, and then by the time he decided to try again a minute or so later, she spoke again.
"You do realize," she said, her breath tickling his neck, "that this is the last Christmas we can actually sleep in for the next, like, eighteen years?" she asked, burrowing herself even deeper into his embrace and basically purring with contentment.
What she said made him stop for a moment. He blinked first, then a wide, foolish smile blossomed on his face slowly as he reached between them and laid his palm on the gentle curve of her belly where their baby was growing.
(The thought of that still amazed him.)
"So I guess," she went on, sliding her own hand on top of his, "we deserve an extra hour." She let out a breath. "Especially since I bet it's still criminally early."
Relenting to her, he let his body relax. "Now that you say it," he said, pressing a kiss against the top of her head, "the team really can wait for a little longer."
He could feel her smile against his neck. "And if anyone gets upset, we can just blame it on the baby."