A/N: Sorry for doing a Christmas chapter after Christmas. Blah. And when the heck did the mini-Ross get this old?

"Linds wake up, Santa came."

"Santa says you should let your wife sleep in."

"Santa wouldn't want me to be late for work later would he?"

"If you're naughty that's one less present he has to get you, right?"

"Yuletide logic at its finest," he said, while she rubbed her eyes and got out of bed.

"Is Colton up?"

"I tried to wake him up once, but he pulled a you and rolled over and went back to sleep."

"We like our sleep. So what?"

He grinned and pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Merry Christmas honey."

"Merry Christmas. Let's go see if we can pry the boy out of bed."

They went into the bedroom where Colton was laying under a pile of blankets, just waking up.

"Good morning buddy."

"Hi mama," he replied with a grin. "I two."

"I know you're two," she said, leaning down to pick him up. "You've been two for weeks."

"I two daddy," he said, holding two fingers out to Adam.

"You're very proud of that aren't you? Are you going to be three next year?"

"No, I two."

"His math skills leave a lot to be desired."

"He gets that from you," she said with a grin.

"Hey!"

Smiling, they made their way out to the front room where a small tree stood with a few presents under it. Colton grinned and squirmed down from Lindsay's arms, running over to the tree and touching all the branches he could reach.

"Hi tree!" he said before leaning down to examine the brightly wrapped boxes. "Mama, what is?"

"Those are Christmas presents. Do you want to open them?"

"No, daddy do."

He climbed up onto the couch with her and sat quietly while Adam brought him a present.

"What is?" he asked, shaking the box.

"Open it and see."

He carefully ripped into the paper and tossed it on the floor, remembering the routine from his birthday.

"Oh boy!" he shouted upon seeing the toy trains. "Play?"

"Do you want to open a few more? You might need some tracks for those to drive on."

"Tacks?"

"Tracks, bud. Here, open this one."

He tore into the second box, finding the tracks for his trains.

"I play?" he asked again, looking excitedly from one parent to the other. They grinned and nodded and he climbed off the couch, wrestling with the box to open it. Adam helped him and in a few minutes he was content with his trains, driving them over the tracks and making honking noises as he went.

"So we'll save the other presents for tonight?"

"Looks that way. You want to open yours?"

"You always spoil me," he said, reaching for the box with his name on it.

"You have to share this with me, okay?"

"Will I want to share?"

"It'll be better if you share."

With eyebrows raised he opened the package and gave her a high five when he saw what it was.

"Babe, how did you find this?"

"It's not like all your internet wizardry hasn't rubbed off on me," she said as he took out the original Nintendo console. His old one had finally bitten the dust and he had been in near mourning for weeks.

"You even got the games I don't have! Linds, you're the best."

"I try."

He smiled and handed her present up to her, almost giddy as she slowly unwrapped it. They had agreed on a small Christmas, just one present for each other, but he couldn't think of anything good enough, so he had made one huge gift out of all the little ones.

"Adam."

"Do you like it?"

"It's everything," she said with a grin as she pulled the items out of the box. It was a lot of little things that she had mentioned in passing that he had somehow remembered and went back to get later. The fuzzy slippers, the perfume, the new watch. There were other things thrown in too, and with every piece of tissue paper there was a new discovery.

"Thank you honey."

"You're welcome."

He climbed up onto the couch with her and wrapped her in his arms, tipping her chin up to kiss her.

"You know what I love?"

"What?"

"Simple Christmas like this. Not a big blow out, not expensive, not glitzy. Just us."

"Me too. It's perfect."

"How long before you have to go to work?" she asked, snuggling down against him.

"An hour."

"I don't want you to go."

"I know," he said, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Want me to make breakfast?"

"No thanks."

"No? You gotta eat."

"I'll grab something on the way. I don't want you to get up."

"I don't want you eating fast food for Christmas breakfast."

"I won't."

"Can we go back to bed?" she yawned, turning her face into his chest.

"No."

"Can we go to bed early tonight then?"

"Yeah. You gonna take a nap?"

She nodded and he chuckled.

"It's what Christmas is for."

"I don't think you're right about that honey."

She shrugged as Colton tugged on her pajama pants.

"Mama?"

"What buddy?"

"I hungry."

"You want to go make breakfast?"

"Okay!"

He took off into the kitchen and within seconds they heard a loud clatter.

"Colton, mama was kidding!"

He came back into the room with a bowl, a wooden spoon and a grin.

"Make, mama."

"What should I make?"

"Cecil."

"Cereal? But you always spill the milk."

"No, I do not," he countered, his hands on his hips.

"Stop that, you look like your daddy."

He giggled while she reached out to tickle his stomach.

"Stop mama. Food."

"Alright, let's go."

They got off the couch and went into the kitchen, gathering what they needed for breakfast. Colton stayed underfoot, wanting to see what they were doing and whining about being hungry. Lindsay finally put him on the counter and gave him some cups to play with while they finished the cooking.

"Mama, milk?"

"How about some juice instead. We're almost out of milk."

"Juice?"

"Orange juice. You like it, remember?"

He gave her a skeptical look and she poured some into a glass for him.

"See, it's good."

"Okay."

He set the cup on the counter and smiled at the plate of French toast Adam put in front of him.

"Lots of syrup so you'll be all hyped up and mommy will have to give you a bath too."

"Thanks a lot babe," Lindsay muttered as he handed her a plate.

"Look at it this way. By the time you finally get him not smelling like a maple tree, I might be home."

"You're not funny," she said, even as she smiled.

"I know."

They ate at the counter, managing to keep Colton fairly clean until his hand smacked right into the puddle of syrup on Adam's plate.

"Well, I gotta go."

"Adam!"

"Sorry, work calls."

"You're gonna pay for this mister."

"Oh yeah? Bring it."

"I'm going to bring it and then you're going to beg me to take it away."

"We really need to work on your threatening talk darling."

"We'll do that when you get home."

He laughed and leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Colton say bye to daddy."

"No, daddy no bye!"

"I gotta go dude. You be good for mama and we'll open some more presents later."

"Daddy!"

"I'm sorry son," Adam said, hugging him and avoiding the syrupy mess. "I'll be home later."

He kissed them each again, leaving quickly while Colton cried.

"Daddy," he said, wiping his messy hand across his cheek. "Daddy home and play."

"I know buddy. I wish he didn't have to work too, but he'll be home tonight and we'll all play then, okay?"

"Daddy," he sighed again, looking to the door.

"Do you want to go take a bath? Wash your sticky face?"

"No."

"Well that's too bad because I got bubbles."

"Bubbles?"

"Yeah."

"Okay mama."

The sun had set by the time Adam arrived home, and it seemed that everyone in their building was gone. He made his way slowly upstairs, shaking the snow off of his shoes as he waited for the elevator to go up to their floor. It had been a long day, slow and seeming to drag on forever. Working on Christmas had never been fun, but he hated it more now that he had a family at home.

When he opened the door he found said family laying on the couch asleep, wrapped in a blanket. He smiled and watched them for a while before kneeling down next to them and brushing Lindsay's hair off of her forehead.

"Hi honey," she whispered with a little smile.

"Hey. Thought you were joking about the nap."

"I never joke about a nap."

"Are you ready to be up?"

"Yeah. I think your son drooled on me."

"Probably. Let me take him."

He took Colton from her arms, making sure not to wake him up as he sat down on the end of the couch.

"How was work?" she yawned, her eyes watering.

"Fine. Mac said the invitation is still open if we want to go over there tonight."

"Maybe."

"Just maybe?"

"I'm tired. And we still have presents to finish."

"Well then let's do that and see where we stand when we're done."

"Can I confess something to you?"

"Sure."

"As much as I love everyone and as much as I would love to go over there tonight, I'm feeling a little selfish and I just want it to be us."

"Then let's stay right here."

She smiled and leaned against him, feeling that the stillness of the night made everything right in her world.