I spend all morning on Christmas Eve baking goodies. Edward helps out, though he creates a mess with the flour. He puts it on my nose, sprinkles it in my hair, and marks my butt with his hand print. We have fun at least, and once I'm done, I box up the treats for my friends and neighbors, which Edward goes to deliver around the neighborhood for me. I'll drop a few boxes off at the station later, and Edward is taking some with him to work tomorrow.

For dinner, I put a ham in the oven and plan to eat around four, and then we're going to see the town center and lights.

First though, we're doing gifts.

I go up and shower, getting all the flour off of me, and then change into jeans and an ugly Christmas sweater. I got Edward and I matching ones. They're Christmas Vacation themed and say, "And why is the carpet all wet, Todd?" and "I don't know, Margo!" I'm wearing the first one and it's hideous.

Once Edward gets back, he changes into his sweater and shakes his head, blushing a little. "I'm respected in this town, you know?"

Dad butts in. "She's not going to let you wiggle out of this one, son."

"Speaking of which!" I exclaim and grab one of the gifts from under the tree. "You're wearing this one, Dad."

He opens it up and it says, "Jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse." He laughs at it, holding it up.

"Welp, I guess I won't escape the shame this year either, Edward. We'll have to endure."

I grin. "You both must. So, should we open gifts?"

Edward checks his watch. "It's two and the ham will be done by four, so I'd say it's a fine time to do gifts."

"Great!"

I tell Edward to sit down and start handing out presents. Once we all have our piles, I sit down on the floor and smile.

"Oh, this one is from your parents," I say, holding out the long rectangular package to Edward. "They wanted me to give it to you."

He smiles, teasing the paper off and opening the box. "Wow, it's just like my dad's. This will help so much in the ER."

"That's what your mom was hoping."

"Your turn."

I grab a small box and open it to find a Pandora bracelet with multiple charms on it. There's a heart, a pie, a cupcake, and my birthstone. It's gorgeous, and I love it. "Thank you, handsome. Dad?"

Dad rips open his first gift, revealing a new fishing vest with tons of pockets for lures.

He smiles. "Thank you both. This'll come in handy."

We keep going around in a circle. Edward gets a custom display case for his ribbons, a new embroidered lab coat, a large Star Wars lego set from Dad—I helped pick it—and socks and underwear. I get a new pretty white mixer, a few cookbooks, a hat and mittens, and a new holster from Dad.

Dad gets clothes, fishing supplies, and a signed Seahawks picture from Edward along with season tickets. He's ecstatic and loves the gifts. Little does he know he has one more to open on the twenty-sixth.

"Thank you both," he says, smiling as he admires his Seahawks picture and season tickets. "You went above and beyond, Edward. Seasons tickets."

"My dad and I have Ravens season tickets and while we can't make every game, it's easy to sell the seats if needed."

Dad nods. "Thanks, son. This might be the best Christmas ever," he says with a laugh.

Edward goes around and cleans up the wrapping paper. He finds one more gift for me from his parents, and I open it. It's another charm for my bracelet—a police shield.

I love it so much.

This Christmas has been a blessing, and I still have the best gift to give our families. After cleaning up and putting our new things away, we head into town and walk around the town center. We get hot cocoa and Dad gets a beer as we explore the lights and decorations.

All the shops are decorated, looking like a winter wonderland. Slowly, flurries fill the air and soon it becomes real snowflakes. They have a band playing Christmas music, and the whole thing is a festive utopia.

I'm so lucky to spend this time with the man I love and my father. This has been the best Christmas I've ever had.

I don't own Twilight.

Thanks to Ashley, May, and Mary prereading and Sally for beta'ing.