"Baby's first Christmas," Ricardo murmurs, rocking Clara in his arms. "Can't believe they're already almost two months old."

"I know," Alicia breathes, holding a bottle steady for Mariana. "It's wild. I feel like I should still be anticipating their arrival when I wake up every morning, and then I hear them or I move and realize they're just... not here anymore." She grazes her stomach with a sheepish laugh, then leans in to press a soft kiss to the baby's forehead, watching as her eyes flutter open and she blinks lazily, distracted from her meal for a moment. "Sorry," she murmurs, holding the bottle more carefully.

"Do you think Andre enjoyed his presents?" Ricardo wonders, lifting Clara to rest her against his shoulder, lightly rubbing her back to keep her from fussing.

"He seemed happy with them," Alicia muses. "At some point it'll probably be easier to make him start writing letters to Santa, but I just didn't have the time or energy this year."

"Me neither," Ricardo sighs. "I wonder if Sofia thought of it. Either way, I hope he had a great time this year. I know we were busy between the babies and my training at the new school, but it... it's no excuse, he deserves an amazing Christmas."

"He does," Alicia says. "I'm sure Sofia did what she could to pick up the slack where we couldn't."

"Yeah," Ricardo hums, glancing over at his daughter before gingerly standing and settling her in her bassinet. She fusses a little but he hums and rubs her tummy until she settles, blinking sluggishly a few times before dropping back asleep.

Mariana isn't far behind and Alicia and Ricardo smile at each other before she slips her fingers into his and they walk quietly down the hall to peek into Andre's room. He's on his back, breathing deeply, little arms wrapped snugly around a stuffed bunny Alicia had picked out for him and Ricardo had painstakingly wrapped. They exchange glances and Ricardo smiles.

"Well, at least we know he liked one thing we got him," Alicia murmurs.

"Yeah," Ricardo breathes, relieved. They stand and watch their son peacefully sleeping for a few more moments before heading quietly back to their room, taking a few moments to watch the twins before crawling back into bed themselves, knowing that it won't be too long before the twins are awake again.

"Love you, Ricardo," Alicia murmurs. "Feliz Navidad."

He chuckles softly, hugging her close to him. "Love you as well," he whispers, kissing her forehead. "Feliz Navidad."