Ch 19-Mommy kissed Santa
By: MysticFantasy
.
.
"Please mommy. Please." James begged as his mother carried him to his room.
"James, I already told you. You're too young to try to stay up to wait for Santa." Natasha told her five year old.
She walked down the hall of their two storied home that had been purchased as a wedding gift for her and her husband by SHIELD. The organization had surprised them with it at the reception and the two felt overjoyed.
They had been planning on getting a home of their own shortly after their wedding but this was even better. The house was spacious and located in a very good neighborhood.
Tony had insisted they keep their private floor at the tower since he demanded to see James at least three times a week. That was easily agreed upon but the couple wanted to spend this Christmas at their home with their son.
Right now, James was insisting that he was old enough to stay up to try to sneak a peek at Santa when he came during the night.
But Natasha was being firm in her insistance that he go to sleep. But there was still his father.
"Daddy, can I stay up to see Santa?" James asked as he was placed on his bed. All three of them know very well that Steve was a softie when it came to his son.
The other men on the team some times teased Steve about being wrapped around his son's finger but they also understood that James would be the only child that he and Natasha would ever get to have. So it was understandable that he wanted to give his son everything that he never had.
Steve wanted to say yes but he knew very well that Natasha would be upset with him if he allowed his son to stay up.
"Sorry kiddo. Mommy said you have to go to sleep." Steve said as he pulled the blanket up to his son's shoulders.
"But I want to see Santa." James muttered.
"I know you do but when you're a little older, I promise that you can stay up as late as you want to try to see him. But since you're only five, if you stay up too late that means you won't be up early enough to open your presents."
James eyes widened a little at his father's logic. Opening presents were about the only thing that overcome his want to stay up to see the bringer of gifts.
"Better get to sleep then." Natasha said.
"Ok." James agreed and recieved kisses on his forehead from his parent's.
"Good night James." Steve said. "See you in the morning."
"Night daddy. Night mommy." James said sleepily.
.
l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l
l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l
.
Hours later, James woke with a start when he heard the sound of bells. He was so sleepy that he nearly didn't make the connection. When he did, he was awake in an instant and jumped out of his bed.
He crept out of his room and went down the hall toward the stairs. Crouching down behind the banister, he peeked down toward the foyer and his blue eyes went wide at what he spotted.
He right away saw a tall white bearded man in a bright red suit and black boots.
"Santa." he whispered with a smile creeping on his face. He was about to rush down the stairs to greet the jolly man when he spotted his mother walk enter the room and over to Santa.
"Hello Santa." she greeted with a smile.
"Hello ma'am." Santa replied with a deep voice. "Have you been a good girl this year?"
"Depends." Natasha answered as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
James lightly gasped at the sight of his mother kissing Santa.
Daddy's gonna be mad when I tell him. the young boy thought before he rushed back to his room before his mother spotted him.
.
l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l
l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l~*~*~*~*~*l
.
Morning quickly came and James was wide awake when he walked into the kitchen where his parent's were.
James looked at his mother but remained silent.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Natasha greeted as she walked over and hugged her son.
James just smiled.
"Ready to open a few presents before we go to see your uncles?" Steve asked with a bright smile.
James nodded happily.
"Come on then." Natasha said and left the kitchen to go into the living room.
"Daddy," James said softly. "I gotta tell you something."
"What is it?" Steve asked as he picked his son up and held him in his arms.
"I saw Santa last night." James answered.
"You did?" Steve asked looking a little surprised.
"Yeah." James answered. "And...I saw mommy kissing him."
Steve's eyes went completely wide at what his son just said.
"What?" he asked surprised.
"I saw mommy kissing Santa last night." James repeated. "Are you mad at mommy?"
Steve lightly shook his head to get out of his surprised state.
"No. No, I'm not mad at her." he answered. "And I'm proud of you for telling me this."
"Are you gonna tell mommy I told you?" James asked.
"No. I'll tell her I saw her do it." Steve answered.
"Hey, I thought we were going to open presents." Natasha said as she re-entered the kitchen.
"She's right. Go get some presents." Steve said and put his son down. The young red head boy quickly dashed out of the kitchen.
"What was going on?" Natasha asked her husband.
"I think James got his wish to see Santa after all." Steve answered.
Natasha looked a little surprised at what he said.
"You mean..."
"He saw his mother kissing Santa last night." Steve finished as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder's.
Natasha lightly chuckled.
"Next time Tony and Clint talk you into dressing up as Santa instead of Captain America to surprise kids at the hospital, make sure you change before you come back." she said.