Phileas Fogg became a father shortly after his trip around the world. Having won his wager and returned to London, seeing his friends Passepartout and Miss Fix get together and have a baby made him secretly long for a family of his own.

And so, a few months later, you arrived. And he adored you.

For you, he wanted to turn his life around, to show you the world and everything it had to offer. You were young and curious, soaking up knowledge like a sponge, and he wanted you to have the best life he could possibly give.

He wanted to be the father he never had.

And so he was. He did everything you could dream of: trips, education, and -most fun of all- holidays. Alone, he had never enjoyed them; seeing others share love when he had no one made the season feel hollow. But now… now he had someone. Now he could give all his love to someone special: his own child.

At the moment, it was Christmas. London looked beautiful, several inches of snow, warm streetlamps glowing, the early darkness making every window look cozy and inviting. Houses were decorated with ribbons and stockings, and Phileas’s home was no different. For weeks, the two of you had worked together to prepare for the season: decorating the tree, Phileas lifting you onto his shoulders so you could place the star at the top.

You both hung your stockings and wrote letters a week before Santa was supposed to arrive. Your letter mysteriously disappeared from the fireplace the moment it was hung. When you asked Phileas about it, he gave a wonderful explanation, that Santa personally visited every home to collect letters early.

A perfect excuse for Phileas to buy whatever you wished for.

Now it was Christmas Eve. Children were playing outside in the snow, parents pulling little ones on sleighs, people wandering the streets to admire the lights and decorations. Phileas was at the door handing out coins to the carolers, clapping for them and wishing them well before stepping back inside.

You were in the kitchen, continuing to bake cookies for Santa, and for the two of you to enjoy. “Oh, brr, it's very cold outside. No more going out without plenty of layers,” he said, rubbing his hands together.

Tonight was just for the two of you, and in the morning Passepartout, Miss Fix, and Forensue would be coming to celebrate Christmas Day.

Phileas inhaled deeply as the smell of cookies filled the room. “Mhm… they smell delicious,” he said as he approached you. One arm wrapped around you in a warm hug as he kissed your forehead before moving to help with the frosting.