*sorry for the delay everyone! I just got a job. Stupid thing takes up so much time lol*

It's always nice to wake up in the morning, only to shortly choke half to death on a tangle of hair in your mouth. Not my own of course, my fiance's. We were strewn across the couch in her mother's living room, wrinkled clothes skewed and twisted, hair messy and ratty.

Hey, it was a really late night.

Rubbing my eyes, I realized how quickly the night before had gone. Christmas Eve had just up and left us. We'd spent basically all night at Rebekah's dad's house, then gotten up extremely early to take the rental car and make our way over to her mom's house. Fun thing is, no one was awake. We didn't know that that was going to be the case, so being unprepared, we plopped ourselves down on the couch and fell asleep.

Feeling the reverberating silence in the house and knowing no one else was awake, I took a moment to admire the watch strapped on my wrist again. I honestly hadn't thought that they'd get me anything, let alone something to do with my favorite subject. It was fantastic. I loved the time-keeper with every inch of my being.

I noticed bright sunlight radiating through the curtains, and checked the time. Taking a closer look at my gift, I realized it was about noon. I glanced through the windows best I could without disrupting my fiance, but there were still cars were in the driveway aside from ours... Everyone was home... So why wasn't anyone up?

Well, I thought, this is Rebekah's family... I shouldn't be surprised...

I crawled out from under her and stepped over to the kitchen, browsing the cupboards.

Hmm. No tea leaves... Or cheap packets... How do they function in the morning? Oh. Coffee. Americans... I shook my head.

I made my way to the coffee machine in the corner of the counter and turned it on. While it warmed up I threw some grounds in a liner and set it into the machine. Then I set to finding supplies. Contrary to common knowledge, I can cook. I don't very often, but I can. I leaned over the bottom cupboards, pulling a frying pan out of the corner and what looked like hash-browns out of a drawer in the fridge.

Within moments the sound of sizzling and popping food filled the open kitchen. I heard a stirring in the living room and assumed Rebekah had smelt the food and woken up. Then footsteps... I started to smile, only to realize that she wasn't coming toward the kitchen at all, but moving away from it. I started to listen more intently, but kept my eyes and hands busy with the task I had.

More footsteps... A thump... A click... Suddenly, from the front room, I heard voices.

I wondered what she could possibly be doing, trying to watch tv already... I kept on with the food I was making, pulling out a couple of plates and mugs when I wasn't stirring or shaking.

Then I heard what sounded like waves... But electronic. Almost unnatural. Some dramatic music was cued, and I couldn't help myself. I turned to see what she was looking at- and dancing to. Arms flailing, my fiance was dancing to this show's theme song, if it could be called that... Quite obnoxiously, too. She twirled, catching sight of me staring at her, and ran to me.

"COME ON! DON'T YOU REALIZE WHAT'S ON!?"

"Well- no... I don-" But she dragged me away from breakfast anyway. On the tv, a man with an english accent was announcing some tv show that I couldn't process as familiar. It displayed a thin faced man with somewhat poofy hair, and... Was that a bowtie?

"BABE THE DOCTOR WHO CHRISTMAS SPECIAL IS ON DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND"

"...No..."

"UGH. WHY DO I LOVE YOU?" She turned back to the tv, bouncing giddily.

"Um... Because I'm making you breakfast?"

"Oh, right. Well thanks!" She pecked me on the cheek quickly before shooting off to a door off the living room. I shook my head again and set back to making some food. I heard a scream, and a boy maybe a few inches taller than Mitskuni shot out of the door, Rebekah trailing closely behind.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP I MISSED THE THEME SONG!"

"I WAS GOING TO, BUT IT WAS PLAYING WHEN I TURNED IT ON!"

I turned to watch the two bicker for a bit before the boy suddenly sniffed, "Is that bacon-?" He looked over to see me standing there and, without a word, smiled wickedly as he ran to a bookshelf against the wall. "I'm assuming you're the fiance, yeah? Takasea or some such?" Well that was somewhat insulting...

"Ah-"

"Don't worry, I know your name. AH! Here it is! Photo album time!" He snatched a large volume off the shelf and bounded over to me, flipping open the cover to a picture of a large infant. VERY large. I felt my lips curl appreciatively.

"Is that-"

The book slammed shut and was gone. Rebekah was standing at the top of the stairs that sat opposite the boy's bedroom, panting slightly.

"NO... PHOTOS... ISAAK... KILL YOU..."

We laughed as she stalked off to hide it, knowing she'd get over it quickly.

"Well that was fun while it lasted... Don't worry, there's always facebook pictures. Anyway, I'm Isaak. I'm her younger brother and the more attractive of the two of us." The skinny boy swiped a stray piece of hair away from his eyes, darker than Rebekah's, but just as blue. He stuck his hand out to me. "Nice to finally meet the fiance."

I smiled and shook his hand. "And you. Breakfast is ready."

When Rebekah came back down, she looked much more tamed. She'd changed and brushed her hair- which left ME looking like the only deshiveled one. So while she and Isaak dished out food to plates and distributed them onto the table, I went up to the bathroom to change as well. When I returned, her parents were upstairs.

"Oh, there he is! Hi, I'm Laura. I'm Rebekah's mom." My future-mother-in-law walked briskly to me to shake my hand, a confident smile plastered across her face.

"Nice to meet you."

"That guy with the gray hair is my husband, Blane. He's Bekah's step father."

"Hola." Was all he said, stroking his short beard.

I didn't really know how to respond.

"Funny, dad..." Rebekah came to stand by me and gave him a look of sarcastic disapproval. "You're a riot."

"Yeah, he's Japanese, not Spanish, come on..." Isaak chimed in from the fridge, which he was raiding for drinks.

The older man laughed at his own joke, stroking his own beard slightly, before waving a hand- "Nah, I'm kidding. Sit down, we're gonna eat."

I glanced down at Rebekah and let her point me to a seat. She sat down beside me to breakfast. Then we all ate, waiting for the Doctor Who Christmas special to play, for Rebekah's step-brother to get up, and to open presents.