The giggles that met me as I walked into the apartment were something that I both adored and would never get enough of - but the sight that greeted me was unexpected.

"Where did you find that?" My eyes were on a tree - a Christmas tree to be exact, and somehow it was actually decorated. Negan and Trey were on the floor and the giggles had come from our little guy laying on his back looking up through the branches that held twinkle lights, beside my husband who was just as fucking delighted in the vision their perspective beheld.

Negan's head raised, nearly losing an eye to one of the branches, but I managed to bite my lip to keep from laughing - just in case. "Come on, sweetheart, I can find anything." The tone and the look he shot me reminded me of all the things he'd managed to find on me - and the noises he could elicit from each and every one. A wink and his head was beside Trey's as they mumbled together under the tree - not mumbling I realized, but singing.

"Is that Jingle Bells I hear?" I put down the few things I'd brought back from the meeting I'd had with the parents of my students. Gifts and notes, all great things that reminded me that I had a purpose other than as a wife and mother, not that either of those roles were lacking. Shaking my head, I kicked off my shoes and was on my back under the tree on Trey's other side, the sound of Christmas carols a touch louder this close.

"Daddy brought us a tree, Mommy." At four, our little guy was growing more articulate by the day. "And he taught me songs."

The lights twinkled through the branches as Trey and Negan dueted on all the songs he managed to teach to the little guy we were raising. The catalog wasn't vast, nor was it precisely perfect, but I'd dare anyone to tell me - or them - otherwise.

"Oh. My. God." Eric's voice called out from the now open door. "Coach, you managed to find one too." That meant that Steven procured a tree for my bestie as well. "And do my ears deceive or is that sexy voice of yours singing in here?" My lip was going to fucking bleed soon if he didn't stop.

And then he was under the tree next to me, and I heard a sigh as Steven joined him and us. "Isn't it pretty, Uncle Eric?" Trey was clearly happier than even his birthday would make him. As he and his uncles chatted about the tree, along with Negan's assurances that the trees were just the beginning, I realized that this was something he'd been planning for a while.

Eric and Steven took Trey to their place so he could see their tree, and to give me and Coach a little alone time.

I was working on putting away the toys Trey forgot to put away before he ran off to the funnest place on earth - Eric's description of their apartment, which he usually gave with a flamboyant screech and an eye waggle that would make us all laugh, for clearly different reasons. Hearing Negan clear his throat, I looked up and was super happy I was already on the floor, because the sight of what greeted my eyes would have knocked me on my ass for certain.

There my husband, Coach Negan, fearless leader of the Sanctuary stood wearing a Santa hat - and not a fucking thing more.

"Well?" He was waiting for me to say or do something, obviously.

Narrowing my eyes as I studied him, I let my eyes take a slow tour tip to toe, so to speak. While my darling husband grew less patient.

"Amara," he growled at me and I couldn't stop the grin that came at his obvious irritation caused by my silence at what was clearly a private gift for me.

"Couldn't find a bow big enough for your dick, Coach?" I asked with a head tilt and that did it, he was over top of me, and I got the full package - if you know what I mean.

On our bed, hours later and after dinner and more dessert, I felt my own giggles break free. Groaning, underneath where he held me on top of his chest, Negan asked what I could possibly find so fucking funny after the marathon we just did.

"I was thinking," propping my chin on his chest so our eyes could meet, I sighed as his hand slid up my body to cup my cheek. "Aren't you fucking estatic that cameras aren't really a thing anymore?" His eyebrow went up and I bit my lip before more laughter fell free. "I mean, couldn't you just hear the squeal Eric would unleash if I had a pic of you in that hat to share?"

His own laughter met mine, and then our lips were together and we forgot Eric and his glee if he could see Santa Negan in all his wonder.