O holy night! The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains He shall break, for the slave is our brother;
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
With all our hearts we praise His holy name
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we
Noel, Noel

Sharon held Andy's gloved hand as they followed William and Colleen up the long walkway to a large stone church. St. Marys. Snow crunched under their boots, their breath fogging in front of them. It was a clear frigid night, the stars shining brightly in the black sky. Sharon shivered and hunkered deeper into her long wool coat. Her dad teased her about it but years in sunny Southern California really did seem to have thinned her blood.

"Papa Andy." Tyler fell in step with them. "It's gonna be really, really late when we leave church tonight. Do you think we'll see Santa?"

Sharon gave Andy a sidelong glance, biting back a grin. They had been following the NORAD Santa tracker all night on the computer and she had just heard Nicole tell the boys that Santa was still far from North America. However, true to form, when their mom or dad told them something they didn't want to hear, they turned to Papa Andy who often gave them what they wanted. Nicole called him a sucker. He called it being a grandfather.

"Sorry, kiddo. I think your mom's right, this time. Besides, you don't want to see Santa."

"Yes we do."

"No, you really don't."

"Why not?"

"Because if you see him the magic's gone and he disappears."

Tyler's eyes widened and now Scott was listening to every word. "So we wouldn't get any presents?"

"Nope. The presents come with the magic."

"Oh…" Tyler sounded a bit shocked by that news. "Then I'm gonna keep my eyes closed all the way home."

"Me too," Scottie vowed.

"Good idea," Andy agreed.

"I don't think we're going to have to worry about it," Sharon said as they began climbing up the stairs. "If they're anything like my two when they were little they'll be sound asleep by the time we leave church."

Andy opened the door, allowing Sharon to pass before following. Inside the vestibule, they both paused to dip their fingers in the fonts of holy water, crossing themselves before entering. The church was dimly lit, the sanctuary covered in fir garlands and red ribbons, the altar surrounded by dozens of large flowering red poinsettias. Each pew was decorated with garland, a big red velvet ribbon tied in a bow and a white candle. Organ music filled the chamber with the soft beautiful strains of "Oh Holy Night", which just happened to be one of Sharon's favorite Christmas hymns. The scent of frankincense permeated the air, bringing with it the sense of familiarity and peace that it always did for her when she entered a church.

There was something mystical about midnight mass. It brought back all the feelings of enchantment that Sharon had felt as a child. The rituals, the Christmas hymns, the excitement of being allowed to stay up so late, the strangeness of being at church so deep in the night and best of all the titillating possibility of seeing Santa and his reindeer flying across the night sky. All of it had been as magical for her and Chrissie as it later had been for Emily and Ricky, and now Tyler and Scottie.

But for all that, her feelings as an adult ran so much deeper. Reaching out to thread her fingers through Andy's, she looked down the pew at her parents, her children, her soon to be stepfamily, warmth spreading through her. She truly was blessed. She had a man in her life that loved her with all his heart and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Her parents were aging gracefully, her children were healthy, and with Nicole, Dean, and the boys, that family was expanding in ways she'd never expected. She couldn't remember ever being as happy as she was right now.

The only blemish on that happiness came when she turned from her family to take in the beautifully decorated altar. The sharp twinge in her heart caused her hand tighten on Andy's and she had to blink back the quick sting of tears. When she thought about marrying Andy this was where she pictured herself. Standing at an altar covered in flowers, making their promises to each other in the presence of God. But what if they couldn't make that happen?

As if he could read her mind, Andy looked over at her with a smile. Just a few hours ago, she'd tried to explain that smile to Chrissie, but it was hard to convey the power that it had over her. That smile could lighten her day and cause her knees go weak with lust. It could fill her with tenderness and make her heart soar with joy. And best of all there were times like tonight when it had the power to make her feel like no matter what happened; everything was going to be all right.

After a brief moment of silence that got everyone's attention, the organist began the loud joyous strains of "O Come All Ye Faithful" which began in Latin but would eventually switch over to the English translation. The sanctuary lit and the congregation rose for the opening procession; the swinging thurible of smoky incense, ministers carrying the cross and candles, the deacon carrying the Book of Gospels and finally the priest. Standing at Andy's side listening to the voices rise in the call of the faithful, the sense of peace she had experienced upon entering the church washed through her again. She smiled back at him. It didn't matter what Jack signed or didn't sign, as long as she had this man by her side, everything else would sort itself out. And with the joy of that peace, her voice joined his in the beautiful hymn.

Adeste, fideles,
Laeti triumphantes,
Venite, venite in Bethlehem!
Natum videte,
Regem angelorum
Venite, adoremus!
Venite, adoremus!
Venite, adoramus!
Venite, adoramus Dominum!

O come, all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born the King of Angels!
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore HimChrist the Lord

Trying not to wake anyone, especially the kids, Andy nearly tip toed down the stairs. When he got to the living room he found it dark, save for the blinking lights on the Christmas tree. They must have forgotten to shut them off when they all finally stumbled off to bed after returning from midnight mass and putting the kids gifts out under the tree. His feet barely made a sound thanks to the plush carpet runner, but he cursed at the loud click the lock on the front door made.

"Andy?"

"Jesus Christ!" Andy spun around, going for the gun that was not on his hip. He was barefoot, in new red and green plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a dark green waffled t-shirt-a gift from Sharon. It was an O'Dwyer/Raydor tradition that everyone got new pajamas on Christmas Eve in preparation for pictures Christmas morning. It was easy now to see where Sharon got her love of tradition and holidays and how she'd passed that down to Ricky and Emily who had been waiting eagerly, like little kids, for their new pajamas. Though Rusty was still fairly new to the whole tradition thing, he was sitting in the big overstuffed chair in front of the Christmas tree wearing the same new pajamas, but with a red shirt instead of green. "Are you trying to really give me a heart attack?"

"You just got engaged. You're not running out on my mom, are you?"

"Yeah, barefoot in my pajama's. Don't be ridiculous."

"Then what are you doing creeping around in the night like a cat burgler?"

Andy rolled his eyes at the description. "We ate the cookies the kids left for Santa, but we forgot the carrots they put out for the reindeer. I told your mom I'd come down and grab them." Andy sank down on the couch across from Rusty. "Why are you still up?"

"I dunno, I just couldn't sleep."

"Too excited about your presents? "

Rusty gave him an amused smirk before his face turned serious again.

"I've been thinking a lot. Being here this week, getting to see where mom grew up. Now the holiday. Before I started living with Sharon, I never celebrated Christmas. Most of the time my mom was so strung out she didn't even know what day it was. Even if she had remembered that it was Christmas, she didn't have any money for a tree or presents or a big Christmas dinner. And we sure never went to midnight mass or watched Christmas movies or baked Christmas cookies together. My first Christmas with Sharon I acted like I thought it was all pretty lame, but that isn't really how I felt. I like that she gets so into it-even when she makes me watch 'White Christmas' with her."

Andy chuckled. "It is her favorite Christmas movie."

"Sometimes when I listen to Emily and Ricky and they're telling stories about what it was like for them growing up I feel like that little match girl in the story they were talking about the other day. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if I'd been born to Sharon. If I'd had the chance to grow up with her as my mom and always had these big Christmas's with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. To be tucked into bed at night with a Christmas story from the 25 Days of Christmas. To decorate gingerbread and sugar cookies and make popcorn and cranberry garland while we listened to Christmas carols. To sit in front of the tree watching all those classic Christmas movies together, even those cheesy Hallmark ones she loves. To spend a day making ornaments out of pinecones that she'd put on the tree no matter how ugly they were. And let's face it, Ricky's were pretty ugly."

Having recently seen some pictures of Sharon's earlier Christmas's when her kids were young Andy could only nod in agreement. "They really were pretty ugly."

"I mean, I know it wasn't perfect. I know they had some hard times because of Jack. But Emily and Ricky were really lucky to have a mom like Sharon."

"Yes, they were. And so are you. Sharon's a very special person and she's an incredible mom. I'm sorry you didn't get to have those kinds of Christmas's when you were young. But you get to have them now. And I bet they mean even more to you because you don't take them for granted. I had a lot of lonely Christmas's after my divorce and for a long time I was filled with anger and bitterness and regret. It ate at me and I wasn't a very happy person. But since I met your mom, I find it's a lot easier not to look back. I'm happy here and now in the present and that's what's important. I'm looking forward to my future. And so should you. You've got a lot going for you Rusty, don't let your past take away the enjoyment of your present."

"Mmm.." Rusty hummed in way that was very reminiscent of his mother, biological or not. "That's not always easy."

"Are you missing Gus?"

"Maybe a little."

"It's too bad he couldn't come."

"It's probably for the best."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you know…" He gestured toward his grandparent's bedroom.

"You know they know you're gay, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Mom told them right after I came out. But knowing it and seeing it are two different things."

Andy's brow furrowed. After moving in with Sharon, he had become privy to some of the more personal details of Rusty's love life. He knew Sharon had given Rusty the okay for Gus to spend the night at the condo, yet he'd never done so. It had become quickly apparent that Rusty's inability to embrace his homosexuality publicly seemed to be a sticking point in his relationship with Gus and had been for a long time. But he'd kept that observation to himself. Which was funny, really. He'd never been shy about offering up his opinions on just about anything. He'd made no bones about his disdain of Slider when Rusty was doing his vlog and had no problem calling the kid out when he thought he was being selfish or taking advantage of Sharon, but unless Rusty had come right out and asked, he'd steered well clear of offering advice on his love life. As if by some unspoken, tacit agreement, he and Rusty had never discussed

Rusty being gay. Andy always just figured it was awkward enough for any teen to talk about anything sexual with a parent, let alone for a gay son and the heterosexual live in boyfriend of his mother, so he hadn't pushed it. At least that was what he tried telling himself. The truth was more along the lines that he felt awkward about it, and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was time to man up and just get it all out in the open. He took a deep breath and finally asked, "Are you ashamed of being gay?"

Rusty's eyes widened with surprise and he began to squirm. Fighting the urge to simply get up and leave, he clutched at the soft fabric of his pajama bottoms in an effort to quell his anxiety. Where had that question from? He'd gone to Andy a few times for advice and had seen the discomfort on the older man's face when he'd inevitably asked, "Is it about you and Gus?" As if he would go to Andy Flynn for dating advice. The very thought made his gut clench. Andy was a macho guy's guy, notorious within the department for his appreciation of beautiful women and serial dating. At least until he'd fallen head over heels for Sharon and set out to win her heart. How could a man like that understand him? "No….Well, uh…I was…I guess I tried to deny it for a long time. I wanted to be normal. I wanted people to think I was normal. There was even a time I thought I might be able to fix it."

"By seeing Kris?"

"Yeah. That didn't work so well. I really liked her, and I tried, but I couldn't like her THAT way."

"You know you don't need to be fixed, right?"

"I do now. Mom helped me see that. She said I was normal just the way I was and that she loved me no matter what."

"Your mom is pretty great that way."

"She is. "

"So, why are you still trying to hide it?"

"What do you mean? "

"Rusty, you had a big fight with Gus because he tried to hold your hand in public. Every time he touches you in front of other people, you flinch away from him."

Rusty paled. Gus was always riding his ass about that; he had no idea that his discomfort had been so obvious to others. "You noticed that?"

"Hard not to." He'd also noticed that when they all watched a movie together, Sharon would lay her head on his shoulder, while Rusty made it a point to sit alone in a chair, never next to Gus on the couch. Yet, many times when he and Sharon came home from work or a night out they'd often found the boys sitting together on the couch. It seemed to be only a problem when others were around.

"I guess I am still a little uncomfortable with it." Looking up into Andy's face, he saw none of the recriminations that had twisted the features of his biological mother. Instead, the honest curiosity and compassion in Andy's eyes compelled him to open up about his deepest fears. "It's just; I don't want to be those guys that picked me up on the Strip."

"Oh my God. Is that what you've been worrying about? Rusty you have nothing in common with those guys, anymore than I have anything in common with straight pedophiles that molest little girls. Sex between two consenting adults has nothing to do with what you went through. Gay or straight those guys who prey on underage kids are criminals."

"I know, I do know that. It's just…My biological mother said some things to me and I can't seem to get them out of my head."

"Oh yeah, what did she say?" This ought to be good if it came out of the mouth of Sharon Beck.

"She said my being gay was disgusting to her and that knowing what I was is what made her turn to drugs. It's also one of the reasons she and Gary dumped me at the zoo."

Andy gave a rumble of disgust. "Rusty, that's what addicts do. They blame other people because they don't want to blame themselves. Did you tell your mom about this?"

"No. She knows I fought with my biological mother but I couldn't tell her the terrible things she said. I mean, obviously mom knows about my past, that I was hustling, but she doesn't know all the dirty details. And I don't want her to know, because I never want her to be revolted by me. I couldn't stand that. I need her…I need her to love me."

Andy shook his head with regret. Sharon Beck had sure done a number on this boy. Between growing up with her as a mother and having to sell his body at such a young age, it was no wonder the kid had an issue with his sexuality and intimacy and that he equated sex with being dirty and degrading. It was a good thing that Sharon had gotten him into therapy. He hoped that Dr. Joe was helping him work through all that. "Rusty, we can't change the past or any of the choices we made but your mother loves you no matter what you've done. That's the thing about unconditional love, there aren't any conditions attached to it. You are your mother's son and she is so proud of you and all that you've accomplished. "

"I know she is. It's just …Sometimes I don't feel worthy of that. She's always been a great mom to me, from the first day she took me in, but I haven't always been the greatest son."

"No, you haven't."

Rusty's head snapped up at the blunt response. One of the reasons he trusted Andy was because he was a "tell it like it is" kind of guy and didn't waste time sugar coating things. Still he hadn't expected him to agree so readily.

"Look kid, in my experience teenagers can be a fucking nightmare. I know I gave my own parents some gray hair and I'm sure Emily and Ricky share some of your feelings now that they're grown. Your mom has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. She has this huge capacity for love and forgiveness. Hell, she fell in love with me and I used to call her the wicked witch of FID."

Rusty snorted. He hadn't heard that one before, but it didn't surprise him. He'd had a front row seat to the animosity Sharon had faced when she'd first taken over Major Crimes.

"She knows everything about my past, all my flaws, all the mistakes that I've made and she still agreed to marry me. Because she knows, people change. There's a saying we use in AA, 'Don't let yesterday take up too much of today.' Most people have something in their pasts that they aren't proud of, we all make mistakes, but who are today isn't always who we were."

Rusty nodded. He sure wasn't the same person he'd been at 15, living on the streets, selling his body and living in fear every single day. But there was one fear he still had, a question that had always been there in the back of his mind but that he'd left unasked. A topic he'd never quite been sure how to bring up. Taking a deep breath he figured it was now or never. "I answered your question, now it's my turn to ask you something."

"Okay, shoot. "

"Well, since you're going to be my step- father sometime in the near future, there's something I need to know before that happens."

"Okay."

"When I was coming out…It was really hard for me. That was mainly because of you and Lieutenant Provenza. The two of you, you were the only real men in my life and I was afraid you might be….well…"

"Homophobic?"

"Maybe, yeah. And now I know that you're not. I mean you've been great to me and you've been great to Gus. You've never treated us with anything but respect and you're friends with Gavin and Dr. Morales and Dr. Joe and all. But when you and mom first started looking for houses and I was worried that I might be in the way, you said that if my mom thought you were trying to get rid of me she'd flip out, so I need to know. How much of your acceptance of me is because you want to please my mom? Does it bother you that I am…the way I am? I need you to be honest with me here."

Andy took a deep breath knowing that his future relationship with his step -son might very well hinge on the way he answered this question.

"Look kid. Was I always sympathetic or understanding when it came to homosexuality? Probably not. But you have to remember, I grew up in a time when no one talked about it, and if they did, it was whispered as if it was something shameful. Then I joined the LAPD in less than politically correct times. Things were different back then. Everything was a stereotype. I honestly believed there were no gay men on the police force, in the fire department, or in professional sports. It sounds stupid now, but that's the way it was. We were ignorant. Then AIDS hit and it forced guys out of the closet. I had a friend on the force that had to come out. "

"What do you mean, "Had to"?"

"In the 80's if you got AIDS, you pretty much died."

"Oh." Rusty swallowed tightly. He'd been worried about AIDS too while he was hustling. "You said he was your friend. Did you think about him differently after you found out?"

"At first. I mean it was a shock. Like I said, I had an idea of what a gay man was in my head. Steve was tough, a jock, he didn't fit the stereotype I'd been taught to believe at all. Like I said, I was pretty ignorant back then. I had no idea that for years he'd been living a double life, pretending to hit on women when we all went out to bars, then sneaking off to gay clubs to pick up guys. He lived every day with the fear that people would find out who he really was and how they would react. That's no way to live."

"I remember feeling like that. I thought for sure Sharon was going to throw me out when I finally had the guts to tell her and then I was really afraid to come out to all of you. I thought it might change how you felt about me. I tried to get Mom to do it for me."

Andy gave a soft snort. That sounded like Rusty. "Bet that didn't go over too well."

"No, it didn't. Your friend, Steve. Did he die?"

"Yes. He did. I went to visit him in the hospital. You could tell he wasn't gonna make it, he'd wasted away to nothing. His mom was there but his father wouldn't visit him. I was pretty pissed about that. I just can't see how any father could justify not being there with his son when he's dying, you know?"

"Sounds pretty shitty."

"It was pretty shitty. He wouldn't listen to Steve's mother, so I called him, told him how sick Steve was, and asked him to come and say good-bye. He refused. All he kept saying was that he didn't understand how a son of his could be gay."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you understand how someone can be gay?"

"I…uh…Well, there are a lot of things I don't understand. I don't understand how your mother can be a Packers fan over the Rams when she's never even come close to living in Green Bay. But I do understand her passionate love of football."

Rusty rolled his eyes at Andy's attempt at levity. "You're avoiding the question."

"Yeah, okay, you want the truth? Here it is. Do I understand being attracted to another man? No, I don't. Not any more than you or any gay man can understand my attraction to women. But I'll tell you what I do understand. I do understand attraction. And I do understand love. And I also understand that we can't make ourselves love people or not love people and we can't help who we are attracted to. You found that out with Kris. I found it out with my ex-wife and with Sharon. I tried to force myself to love my ex after I'd fallen out of love with her because I wanted my marriage to work. I couldn't do it, because you can't make yourself feel something you don't feel. And then, falling in love with your mom, I mean that was just crazy. The odds were stacked pretty high against us. She was still married, on paper anyway, she was my boss and there was a time when we argued all the time. We were fire and ice."

"I remember that."

"Even once we got past the FID stuff, we're so different. She is a beautiful, cultured woman and I'm a street kid from Brooklyn. She's fancy French restaurants and I'm hot dogs at Coney Island. She's Mozart and I'm Jimmy Buffett. She had a bad marriage to an alcoholic and I'm a recovering alcoholic. She's a cool play it by the rules and I'm an impatient, push it to the edge. We weren't supposed to click. I mean none of it made any sense. But as they say, the heart wants what the heart wants and my heart wants your mom. I understand that."

"Mmm…Mom did have a pretty heavy duty case of denial going there for a while."

"It's never easy when you've had a bad relationship to allow yourself to trust in a new relationship."

"Well, you're nothing like Jack."

"Really?" Andy raised a brow. "I've heard some people say we're pretty similar."

"Not in the ways that matter. The way you treat Mom is so different from the way Jack treated her. You don't try to manipulate her to do what you want the way Jack did. You don't hide things or have ulterior motives. You don't try to guilt her to do what you want or use the people she loves to get at her. Those are all the kinds of things I've seen Jack do. You respect her. You do things you don't want to do because you know it will make her happy and she does the same thing for you. And even though Jack's known Mom a lot longer than you have, you seem to know her much better than he did."

"You think?"

Rusty nodded. Because of the trauma and abuse he'd gone through each time his biological mother brought a new boyfriend home, he'd watched Andy's relationship with Sharon carefully and warily. Expecting the worse, what he had seen instead was a lesson in true love.

A lesson brought home by the way his mother lit up when Andy walked into the room and the sappy adorable smile she'd give him when he brought her home flowers "just because". It was the way she'd lovingly changed his bandages after his surgery and the way she fussed and worried about him while he was recovering. It was in the affectionate way she played with the buttons on his shirt or stroked his tie and the way she was always careful to wipe her lipstick off his face each time she kissed him. It was in the way she would take his hand in public, intimately threading her fingers through his.

It was in the way that Andy picked up her favorite Thai food for dinner because he knew she'd been busy and had to skip a meal and wanted to make sure that she had something to eat. It was the way he brought her Advil and green tea after seeing her rubbing her temples, instinctively knowing she had a headache. It was the way he opened doors for her and held out her chair and the way he guided her along with a hand resting protectively on the small of her back. It was the way he would swing her legs onto his lap and give her a foot massage after seeing her wince when she took off her high heels at the end of a long day. She didn't have to ask, he just did it

It was a million little things that to others might have gone unnoticed, but not to Rusty. At work, Andy might be brash, tough, and impatient but with Sharon, he was always attentive, thoughtful and gentle.

"When I was living with my biological mother I saw a lot of the bad stuff in relationships; rage, violence, cheating, but watching you and Mom and the way you support each other and take care of each other has shown me how people are supposed to love each other."

Andy's brow lifted with surprise. After initially seeming to be okay with him and Sharon dating, Rusty had grown increasingly squeamish when their relationship progressed to the point that they were visibly affectionate with each other and even more so when he had begun spending the night at the condo. There was nothing unusual about that and Andy hadn't let it bother him. No son liked to think about his mom having sex, even if he liked her boyfriend. He got that. But he hadn't realized just how much the kid had been paying attention to the other aspects of their relationship. "I appreciate you telling me that. It means a lot for me to hear you feel that way. But I want to get back to your initial question because it's important to me that you know this. No, it doesn't bother me that you're gay and I'm not just saying that just because I love your mother and want to please her. I care about you Rusty, and I want you to be happy. Male, female, black, white, rich, poor, gay, straight, we're all just people and if there is anything I've learned through my experiences it's that all that matters is trying to be the best person you can be. I think that's all you can ask of anyone."

Sitting in the stairwell Sharon's eyes burned with tears, her heart swelling with love. Her conversation with Christine still fresh in her mind, it was hard to believe there had been a time she'd thought Andy was a jackass.

Andy looked at his watch. "You might want to head off to bed, I have a feeling those two boys are going to have us up at the crack of dawn."

Rusty laughed. "I think you're right. They were definitely excited. " He rose to his feet and stood awkwardly for a moment before finally gearing up the courage to do something he'd never done before. Leaning down he gave Andy a quick half shoulder hug. "Thank you," he said. "For being honest with me. I'm, uh, glad you're marrying my mom."

Andy's lips quirked in amusement as he watched the boy quickly disappear toward his bedroom. What a difference from the enthusiastic, "Andy, welcome to the family!" bear hug Ricky had given him after he and Sharon had announced their engagement.

Sharon's two boys could not be more different.

Rusty Beck was a hard nut to crack, no doubt about it. In comparison, Ricky was easy. He'd hit it off right from the start with Sharon's eldest son, even before they were dating. Ricky was as open and friendly as Rusty was wary and guarded. He had an infectious, fun loving personality, not unlike that of an overgrown puppy. You couldn't help but like the kid. And he and Ricky had so much in common. They shared a near obsession with the Dodgers and other sports and never had trouble striking up a conversation, most of them revolving around baseball, football, basketball and hockey. And when he found out the kid liked to fish, one of his own favorite pastimes, he'd set up a deep sea fishing trip for the two of them off the coast of Catalina. They'd listened to the Dodgers on the radio, soaked up the sun and caught an almost 20 pound halibut. It had been a great day, both enjoying each other's company. When they got home, they'd grilled fresh halibut steaks out on the condo balcony and told fish stories to Sharon, Rusty and Gus well into the night. The trip had been such a success and they'd had such a good time together they talked about going out again to try to catch Marlin, only this time Sharon and Gus wanted in on the action which left him hopeful that Rusty might give it a try.

It was easy with Ricky in ways it had never been easy with Sharon's prickly youngest. With Rusty he'd often felt like he was walking on eggshells. The kid was moody and sensitive and had a chip on his shoulder a mile wide. It hadn't been easy to find a way to reach him. Rusty usually turned to his laptop when he and Sharon put a sporting event on TV, he didn't even know the difference between overtime and extra innings and he found fishing a colossal bore. Yet, somehow, Andy had been able to forge a bond with the boy that grew stronger every day. They cooked together, played chess and cards, competed against each other in video games and when the new season of 'Game of Thrones' came out they could both be found, along with Sharon, in front of the TV sharing a big bowl of popcorn.

"Hey."

At the touch of a hand on his shoulder, Andy was brought out of his thoughts, looking up to see Sharon smiling down on him.

"Hey, what are you still doing up?" He took the hand she rested on his shoulder and kissed the back of it.

"I was waiting for you to come back to bed," she said, allowing him to pull her down onto his lap. "When you were taking so long I got worried."

'How much did you hear?"

"Enough. Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"Considering how long it took you to say it, I can never hear it enough."

Sharon cupped his handsome face in her palms and leaned in close. "I love you, Andy Flynn," she said just before her lips touched his.

And Andy could not think of a better way to finish off Christmas Eve then necking with his lady under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.

TBC