*Author's Note*

Thank you for all the follows, favs, and reviews.

Sally has a seer's vision of her grandson Endor grown up so he gets a face claim. Well, future grown up Endor does anyways, lol. Also, Jessa mentions her parents in this so I decided to give them face claims too.

Endor John Eldridge- Tom Hopper

Jeffrey George- Brad Garrett

Florence George- Jodie Foster

Christmas Eve & Christmas, 1881

Tolbert POV:

"Looks like we're gonna have t'read the story of our savior's birth from the bible this year. Snow's too bad to travel in." Aunt Betty told me as she stood lookin' out the front window, watchin' the snow flurries fall down in a peltin' downpour.

"Reckon only people livin' down town'll be at church t'nite." I told my aunt as she turned 'way from the window.

"I know you're disappointed 'bout this bad weather, Tolbert. I know you'd 've liked t'see Jessa an' the baby at services." Aunt Betty told me in a sympathetic tone as she walked over to the sofa and sat down on it.

"Ain't sure she's had the baby yet."

"Oh, sugar, I'm sure she did. Believe he's prolly the handsomest baby 'round too." She genuinely smiled.

I looked at the cracklin' flames in the fireplace while admittin' a bit flatly, "I hope he don't look like me."

"Why not?" My aunt asked, curiousity thick in her voice, as she arched a brow at me.

"Cause then that Vance Bastard an' his family'll find out 'bout our affair. Might harm Jessa or my son."

"Tolbert, ya can't torment yourself wit' thinkin' like that. Just pray for their protection; the lord shall grant it."

"Yea…" I sighed since that's all I could do. Maybe my aunt's right, maybe prayin' for their protect'll be best.

Meanwhile In Blackberry Creek, KY…

Sally POV:

This Christmas season's the hardest I've had'a endure. Even harder then those durin' the war. I hurt havin' two o'my chil'ren missin' durin' the holidays. Roseanna cause Rand'l throwed her out for a romance wit' Johnse Hatfield an' Tolbert cause o'his clashin' wit' his poppy ov'r his bein' in love wit' Jessa George. Havin' both Randa'l's fav'rite an' mine missin' from the family durin' Christmas time hurt. Hurt even more then 'em bein' gone for Thanksgivin'.

As I rolled out cookie dough my mind wandered ov'r all the memories of my chil'ren, Rosie an' Tol, growin' up ov'r various Christmas seasons. Both of 'em loved Christmas. It's their fav'rite holiday; time of year too.

Not bein' able t'share the holidays wit' 'em pained me; broke my heart.

I felt a bit of relief 'bout Roseanna tho knowin' that she was married an' had a baby daughter; that Johnse was supportin' 'em wit' his shinnin' an' built them a nice place. But Tolbert's who I was worried 'bout. He was wit' Aunt Betty wit' no real direction for his life. I sent him there after a particular fight wit' his poppy took a turn for the worse. Tol, my hot-headed an' stubborn boy, finally had 'nough of Rand'l.

I closed my eyes as a memory of their fight washed ov'r me.

*Memory Start*

"All ya do's sulk ov'r a woman that ain't worth it. I'm tired of it, Tolbert." Rand'l barked at Tolbert as he walked thru the door, seein' Tolbert hunched ov'r at the kitchen table sippin' on coffee.

"Like I ain't tired of it, poppy? Hell, if I could stop feelin' this way I would."

"I swear to the almighty god, Tolbert, if ya don't get back t'yerself I'm gonna-" Randall began t'swea, walkin' ov'r to the table, only for Tolbert to cut him off wit', "Gonna do what, poppy? Beat some sense into me wit' yer belt?"

"If I have to, yes." My husband told me son as he sat in his place at the table. "A grown man o'yer age can't be sulkin' ov'r a woman that's a whore." Rand'l said in a way that was meant t'be fatherly; advisin', but came off as harsh.

"Don't ya call her that. She ain't a whore, but the mother o'my unborn son."

"Wit' her as a mother that boy's doomed t'be a devilish heathen." Rand'l scoffed wit' a hard look on his face.

Tolbert's jaw twitched angrily, his nostrils flared, an' his face flushed an angrily red. 'Fore I could even stop him, Tolbert stood up an' tossed his coffee into his poppy's face. "Don't ya dare put that curse on my boy! He's already gonna live a life wit'out me, don't need nothin' else neg'tive hangin' ov'r his head!"

"That whore's got'cha all twisted up. Turned ya 'gainst the family." Rand'l seethed. "Get outta my house, Tolbert, an' don't ev'r come back."

"Gladly." My son spat darkly 'fore slammin' his cup on the table an' stormin' off.

I stopped mixin' u the day's bread dough an' rushed after my son. 'Fore he could make it to the stairs, t'get his stuff outta his room, I grabbed hold o'his arm. Tolbert stopped an' looked at me, only for me to tell him, "Go t'Aunt Betty's. She'll take ya in. I'm sure of it."

Tolbert nod 'fore assurin' me, "I'll go t'her, mama." He pushed my hand off his arm an' told me, "Don't worry, just get back t'yer bread dough.", 'fore stormin' upstairs t'gather his few things.

*End Of Memory*

I opened my eyes an' quickly shook my head, clearin' my mind of the day my son left for good.

Wit' a heavy sigh, I set down my rollin' pin an' picked up a cookie cutter. As I pressed the cutter into the dough my sight tunneled an' my seer's gift took ov'r.

Suddenly 'fore me I saw a man leanin' 'gainst a balcony. He was tall, outlandishly so, an' broad. Built like an ox as my mother would say. His sleeves were short an' rolled up, exposin' his arms which had some sailor's tattoos on them. His skin was also sun-kissed an' almost leathered, a stark contrast to the white shirt he had on. He was watchin' a small boy no older than 3 runnin' 'round below on a sandy beach. The man an' his son had copper hair. The man's was short while the boy's was a bit wild an' curly, but it was clear that they were father an' son.

Why I was seein' this, I didn't know.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman wit' dark hair came up t'his side. When she looked at him an' I saw her face I immediately recognized her. The woman was Jessa, albeit 20-years or so older, but it was her none the less. She'd aged well; only had a few wrinkles an' laugh lines. She didn't have a streak o'white nor grey in her dark hair neither. She held herself wit' a sense of confidence that I've nev'r seen 'fore. It was as if she was iron-willed wit' a steel spine. I noticed she had a turquoise necklace on, like one Indians or Texans wear. Why she had it on only god knows.

Jessa's smile was warm as she told the young man, "Endor, the bags are packed and ready for our trip."

Endor tore his attention off of the little boy playin' down below in the said an' turned t'look at his mother. This young man was my gran'son, Tolbert's son. I knew it by the color o'his hair an' his facial features. His eyes were the same stormy blue Tolbert's was an' his bone structure was similar. Endor looked so much like his father, even wore his facial hair the same scruffy way too. So much so. I also noticed that like his mother he too wore jewelry. Instead of one necklace he wore many. One was just twine braided wit' shells, the other was black cord with a few turquoise and silver beads on it, but it was the last necklace that got my attention. It was a silver chain wit' a snake ring on it. It was the very ring that I've seen Sully wear for years now. A silver curling snake wit' ruby eyes. Why my gran'son wore it round his neck like a charm was beyond me. Only God knows.

"I hate travelin'." Endor sighed gruffy, remindin' me so much of his father. "Do I really gotta go?" He asked his mother, tryin' t'get her to tell him he didn't have to go on his trip. A trip I gather was important.

"Yes, but at least this time Davey's old enough to enjoy traveling." Jessa told her son, gesturin' below t'her gran'son playin' in the soft white sand. Nudgin' Endor's side wit' her elbow, she added in, "Plus I'll be going too."

"Mom, you always travel with me. That's nothin' new." Endor deadpanned.

"Yes, well, if you weren't so hot-headed, I wouldn't have to travel with you. Hell, can't have you getting into a bar room brawl and ruining your writing career." So, Endor had Tolbert's temper. Well, it seems that boy took after his poppy all the way.

As soon as the vision appeared it disappeared and I was staring at my kitchen wall. I just shook my head and went back to cutting out cookies. But I couldn't help, but to find some odd comfort in what I saw. It seems that Tolbert's son Endor grows up to become a writer, had a son of his own named Davey, and has a beach house. My gran'son got 'way from the hills an' took his mother wit' him. At least I knew my gran'son survived the feud an' fightin' in the Tug Valley. Survived even tho he favored his father; was all McCoy in looks.

Jessa POV:

The blizzard made it impossible to attend Christmas Eve service at the church. I didn't mind tho since I wasn't too fond of the idea of taking a newborn (a one-day old baby) out in the cold to go to church. So, Christmas Eve was spent at home. I tended to Endor while Todd read A Christmas Carol to Mary, Silas, and Lydia. Shaw was too busying drinking to read. I think he was drinking cause he was upset about Endor being a ginger.

Of course, Silas and Lydia fell asleep before Todd finished reading the story, but I wasn't surprised since they're so young. Mary stayed up for the entire reading of A Christmas Carol and even volunteered to tuck her niece and nephew into bed afterwards. I think she knew that Shaw was gonna be too drunk to do it and took it upon herself to oversee Silas and Lydia's bedtime so that I wouldn't have to part from Endor.

Shaw ended up bringing his bottle to our bedroom, leaving me and Todd to play Santa. Thank god the boy didn't believe in Santa Clause anymore and could actually help me place presents under the tree, otherwise I'd be screwed since my husband was too busy sulking and drinking to help.

After the presents were under the tree, I sent Todd up to bed, made it look like Santa ate his milk and cookies, and then went to bed myself. Endor, being a newborn, didn't sleep well at all. Of course, as soon as I laid down and shut my eyes he began to wail. He was a hungry thing; I'd been nursing him nonstop since he was born yesterday.

"Jesus, Jessa…" Shaw sighed groggily as Endor's cries filled up the room as I got out of bed.

"Go back to sleep, Shaw. He's just wet and hungry." I told my husband as I quickly made my way over to the crib.

"I swear, he's only a day old and he's already a pain in my ass…" My husband mumbled under his breath as I picked my baby up out of his crib and took him over to the changing table.

"What did you just say 'bout my son, Shaw?" I asked my husband in a low seethe as I placed my son on the changing table; grabbing him a fresh diaper and baby powder from the shelf right below the changing counter.

"Nothing, babe. Nothing at all." Shaw told me in a quick sigh as I started to change Endor's diaper.

"Yea, that's what I thought." I deadpanned, placing the dirty diaper into the nearby diaper basket before shaking some baby powder on my newborn's butt. "Shaw, don't get so frusterated. Endor's a baby, he's gonna cry a lot until he grows out of it."

"I know, Jessa." Shaw sighed a bit begrudgingly as I pinned on Endor's diaper. As I redressed Endor and placed him against my chest, I heard my husband toss out the excuse of, "I just forgot how it is having a newborn 'round's all." Yea…I bet…I think he's upset about Endor's coppery hair.

"I know, it's been a while since you've been thru sleepless nights caused my feedings and diaper changes." I told my husband, playing along with his bullshit excuse, as I got into bed next to him.

"At least I don't have to bottle feed this one." Shaw huffed as I opened the top of my shift and arranged Endor so that he could nurse. His honey eyes ran over our son (well my son, but whatever) as he chuckled, "He sure is a big boy. Looks more like a 3-month old then a one-day old."

"Yea, he is." I smiled as my son heartily suckled his supper. Looking up from my son and over to my husband, who was lying next to me hugging his pillow, I remarked, "I think he might be big boned from my side."

"Why?" Shaw yawned.

"My dad's a pretty tall and broad guy. I mean he's 6'8" so…"

"Holy shit, how're you so short?" Shaw exclaimed as Endor greedily ate.

"My mom's barely over 5 foot tall, reckon I take after her." I answered my husband as I moved my son onto my other breast so that he could finish nursing. Yea, Endor John was a very hungry baby. Oh lord, I imagine I'm gonna be feeding him a lot; dropping chores to do it too. But I didn't mind, not one bit.

"Oh…reckon so…" My husband trailed off in a slight chuckle. A silent moment passed between us before he asked, "What're their names?"

"Who, my parents?" I asked with a quirked brow.

"Yea. You don't talk much 'bout them, but what're their names?"

"Jeffrey and Florence." I simply answered my husband as my son rested his head against my breast, letting me know that he was finally done eating.

"No wonder they named you Jessamine. Had to keep up with the snuffy sounding names." Shaw chuckled as I fixed up my shift and placed Endor over my shoulder, patting his back gently so that I could burp him.

"Yea." I nodded, patting my son in an attempt to get him to burp. He ate a lot so I'm sure he's gonna let out a big burp.

Silence filled up the room as I patted and rubbed my son's back. It seems that Shaw decided to go back to sleep, or try too, while I tended to Endor. As I burped my son I couldn't help, but to wonder how my parents would feel about being grandparents. Well, I think my dad would like being a grandpa, but I wasn't so sure if my mom would like being a grandma. She barely liked being a mom or at least she didn't when she was off her meds…

Endor let out a loud burp, shaking me from my thoughts about my parents. Thoughts I haven't really had, til now.

Allie POV:

I was sound asleep in my husband's arms, snuggled under the covers all nice and warm despite the blizzard raging on outside, whenever my bedroom door loudly bounced opened. The sound startled me and caused me to stir, but what woke me up was my my son jumping on the bed loudly shouting in a happy voice, "Wake up, mama, papa! Santa came, wake up, Santa came!"

And as if she knew why her brother was so excited, Levicy started to cry from up in her room upstairs. Between Captain W. excitedly jumping around in bed and my daughter crying, I was definitely wide awake now. So was my husband by the loud groan that escaped his mouth.

"Stop jumpin', Captain W. We're up, we're up." Cap told our son, his voice nothing, but a deep sleep laden groan as he groggily sat up in bed.

"I'll go get Levicy, you deal with calming him down." I told my husband, gesturing to our son with a quick nod of my head, as I sat up and flung the covers off.

"Papa, Santa brung lots an' lots!" Captain W. rambled joyfully as Cap blinked his sleep eyes, trying to catch his bearings, while I got out of bed and walked over to the door.

Oh, my son's excitement made me smile. I'm glad that Santa coming and leaving so many presents under the tree made him happy. Even tho we were poor and barely scraping by, we were able to get presents for the kids. Cap played hand after hand at the saloon til he accumulated enough money to buy Christmas toys with while I made the children some new sweaters, hats, mittens, and scarfs. We couldn't afford any new coats, so I just mended and patched then up. Cap even made some wooden toys too.

As I walked into the kitchen and across the main room, I saw how nice the Christmas tree looked with presents (bought and made with love) for the kids. I was proud that despite being poor, my children'll be having a nice holiday. As I rushed upstairs and into Levicy's room I could hear my son's loud excited voice echoing from downstairs (a sign that Cap had taken Captain W. into the main room).

Yes, even tho things are tight I think that Christmas this year's going to be full of love and joy.

Even the Christmas meal would be a nice one even tho it was going to be a repeat of what we had last month for Thanksgiving.

Meanwhile Across Logan County…

Roseanna POV:

"Sarah Elizabeth, look, it's a rattle." Johnse smiled at our daughter, who I was holdin' in my arms, as he sat in front of us wavin' the silver rattle we got her for her first Christmas at her. He looked so happy as he shook the rattle, tryin' t'get our month-old daughter's attention wit' it.

My lil girl let out a tiny goo sound an' smile as she reached for the rattle. "Oh, she likes it, Johnse." I told my husband as he handed the rattle to our daughter.

"Thought she would." He smiled as Sarah Elizabeth shook the rattle an' giggled.

"I'll get'cha your present, my beautiful sweet darlin'." Johnse told me 'fore dartin' under the tree an' grabbin' a package. Emergin' from under the tree, my husband smiled an' handed me the small giftbox while takin' our sweet lil girl from me. "Go on, open it, Roseanna." He told me wit' a nod as he held our daughter as she played wit' her new toy.

Quickly, I opened up the box an' found a silver chain wit' a rose charm on it. Takin' the necklace outta the box an' holdin' it up to better look at it, I softly smiled, "Oh, Johnse, it's beautiful."

"I'm glad ya like it, darlin'." Johnse told me 'fore wavin' his hand at me an' suggestin', "Put it on, Rosie."

I just nodded, a large an' happy smile shinin' on my face, 'fore followin' my husband's suggestion an' puttin' on the lovely silver rose necklace he gave me. "How does it look, Johnse?" I asked after clickin' the clasp.

"Beautiful, just like you." My husband smoothly told me, love thick in his cheerful tone.

"Oh, Johnse…" I blushed 'fore leanin' ov'r an' pressin' a kiss to his lips.

Suddenly, Sarah Elizabeth started t'cry. I pulled 'way from my husband only to stand an' take our baby girl from him. "She needs feedin'." I told him, earnin' me a simply nod, 'fore I took a seat in a chair an' started t'nurse my daughter.

"First Christmas wit' a baby." Johnse mused, a proud an' lovin' look on his face as he sat by the tree watchin' me nurse. "Wouldn't change it for nothin'. Nobody in the world could take me 'way from y'two. Nobody at all."

Jessa POV:

It was midmorning and the yearly tradition of sitting around the tree and opening presents was over. Everyone got a decent about of gifts. Shaw and me took turns holding Endor while we opened up our presents. We even took turns opening up Endor's few gifts for him too. Silas and Lydia got a lot of toys and some new clothes while Mary received a porcelain doll (that was more for displaying on a shelf then playing with), a cookbook, a new coat, and a few other things. Todd got a new coat, some new boots, a cigarette case (which I didn't think he needed, but Shaw got it for him anyway. Apparently since Shaw started smoking at a young age, he didn't view his brother smoking at 13-years-old as a bad thing. Whatever), and a pocket watch. Endor's few gifts were tailored to a baby since they were just things like a rattle, some crocheted blankets, and some clothes.

Me and Shaw got each other one thing. He gave me a turquoise necklace. I knew that turquoise jewelry was a mid-western thing so I knew he had to get it mailed or made special. The turquoise pendent was large and round, it was also encrusted in silver. The chain it hung from was long too. When Shaw put the necklace on me, the pendant hung low, a bit below my cleavage.

Turquoise was December's birthstone according to the farmer's almanac so that's why I got the necklace, or at least that's what my husband told me.

I got him a decanter and shot glass set. Hey, if he was going to openly drink and ignore my wishes, he should at least do it in style. Needless to say, Shaw loved my gift. Of course, he did…

Currently, my siblings were in the main room watching my kids play while me and Shaw were in the kitchen. Shaw was scoring the ham and placing cloves in in while I was tending to the baby. Shaw didn't seem to mind, but also, he didn't have much of a choice. Endor needed fed and burped; only I could do that to since I was nursing and not bottle feeding him.

"Look, it's snowing out, Endor John." I told my son, placing him over my shoulder (where he was facing the kitchen window) so that I could burp him.

"Aw hell…" My husband groaned out in a long sigh, startling me a bit.

"What is it, Shaw?" I asked while patting and rubbing my newborn's back, trying to get him to let out a burp.

"Dad and Uncle Jim's ridin' up."

"What? They're out in this mess?"

"Yep." Shaw popped his tongue. "Seems that they'll brave a blizzard to come here so they can get a Christmas dinner they don't gotta cook." My husband scoffed as he continued to prepare and season the ham for baking.

"Do they even know how to cook?" I wondered as Endor let out a loud burp.

"No." Shaw simply answered, picking up the roasting pan the ham was in and bringing it over to the stove. "What they do know how to do is burn salt pork and potatoes at an edible level." He told me, placing the ham into the oven while a knock sounded at the door. "I'll get the door, just tend to Endor." Shaw told me before walking out of the kitchen.

Within a few minutes Shaw opened the door and greeted Sully and Uncle Jim with a simple, "Come in. Jessa's in the kitchen with the baby."

"When the baby come?" Jim asked as he and Sully walked thru the door and into the entranceway.

"Day 'fore yesterday." My husband answered his uncle, shutting the door while our guests took off their hats and hung them up.

"Just in time for Christmas." Sully remarked with mirth in his tone as he and Uncle Jim hung up their coats.

"Yea. I delivered him cause of the bad snow storm." Shaw told his dad and uncle, leading them away from the entranceway and across the main room. "He's a pretty big baby. Don't even look like a newborn." My husband told our family as they made their way into the kitchen.

"So, he's fat." Uncle Jim stated, not asked, in a blunt gruff tone as his eyes fell on the baby I was holding.

"Jim, don't call my grandson fat." Sully chastised the crochety mountain man. "He's just big for his age." Sully concluded as we walked over to me. "Endor's very handsome." My father-in-law told me as he took a seat next to me. "May I?" He asked, holding his hands out in a gesture that he wanted to hold Endor.

"Of course." I nodded, handing my son over to his grandpa while Shaw grabbed some potatoes out of the pantry while Uncle Jim took a seat next to Sully.

Sully smiled at Endor and rocked him in his arms. "Endor, I'm your pap-pap." My father-in-law cooed at my son.

"Hell, Sully, don't hog the baby. Let me see 'im." Jim yapped, eager to hold my newborn, while Shaw placed a bowl of potatoes onto the table. I found it comical how the crochety mountain man loved babies. Whether he'd admit it or not, babies were Jim Vance's weak spot.

"Patience is a virtue, Jim." Sully scolded, causing Jim to just scoff and roll his eyes. Shaw didn't say a word, just went over to the cabinet to grab a bowl to place peeled potatoes in. "Fine, I'll pass ya over the baby." Sully relented in a sigh, causing a smirk to appear on Uncle Jim's weather worn face.

"Sam's Hill, ya sure are a fat baby, Endor." Uncle Jim chuckled as soon as Sully placed him into his arms. "Hell, you're gonna grow up to be as big an' sturdy as an oak tree." The mountain man knowingly told my son as my husband grabbed a parring knife from the knife block on the counter.

While Jim was melting over Endor, Sully leaned into me and whispered, "Don't worry, Jessa, he's our grandson and nephew regardless."

My indigo eyes widened to the size of quarters. Oh my god, Sully was telling me that both him and Jim had figured out the truth about Endor and didn't care. That they viewed him as a part of the family.

"Wonder if he's gonna be all brawn an' no brains or a mix of brawn an' brains when he grows up." Uncle Jim remarked as my husband placed the bowl for peeled potatoes on the table along with the parring knife before taking a seat.

"Hopefully a mix of both, but it won't surprise me if he ends up bein' big and dumb." Shaw remarked as he started to peel a potato.

Sully and Jim shared a raised brow look while I snapped, "That's uncalled for, Shaw. Don't insult my son by insisting since he's big he'll be dumb."

Shaw peeled the potato with quick movements while sneering, "Hell, Jessa, if he don't end up dumb then he'll surely end up a mama's boy with how you've been hanging on him nonstop since he was born."

I cut my eyes at my husband while reminding him, "He's a newborn, Shaw. He needs me to nurture and care for him."

Sully gave his son a cold and cutting look. "Son, you'll have plenty of time to teach him things when he's older. Just let Jessa tend to him now that he's a baby."

Looking up from the baby in his arms and over at my husband, who was prissily peeling potatoes, Uncle Jim bluntly announced, "When he's old 'nough I'm gettin' him a puppy. He's gonna need it wit' ya as his pappy."

"What the hell does that mean, Uncle Jim?"

"Means I don't see ya as bein' the same kind o'pappy to Endor that ya are to Silas, boy." Uncle Jim bluntly told his nephew, earning him a head shake and an eye roll from Shaw.

Wow, I wasn't expecting Jim Vance to tell Shaw that. I mean I know the man's blunt, but I just didn't think he'd tell Shaw that he thought he'd be a crappy dad to Endor. Well, reckon it's better he said it now rather then later during Christmas dinner. Now that would've been awkward with a full table to hear the remark.

AN:

The seer's vision Sally had is actually a piece of a scene I have planned for the epilogue of this book. Any guesses as to why Endor lives by the beach? What kind of writer do you think he is? Yea, so Tolbert's kidd grows up to be a nice young man, despite the horrors he sees during the feud. Oh, and why do you think Endor has the time travelling ring for/wear it like a pendant?

Anyways, hope you guys liked this chapter. I just had to put in the Johnse and Roseanna family fluff. Love those two.

Next up is New Years.