Ah. Christmas morning. The snow was fresh, the fire was warm, and the song of the birds chirping outside of the apartment window filled the rooms. There were plenty of presents under the small tree your dads and you set up. It wasn't anything pretty, but it was theirs. Your baby pictures, silly homemade ornaments, and plenty lots more. The decorations and lights gave the living room a warm soft glow, a comforting feeling of the holidays. It was perfect.

Your two dads, Leo and Jason, were sleeping soundly in their room, bundled in blankets and Leo's firey heat warming it up to the perfect amount. It was only time when you woke up, their young beautiful child. It was going to be the best Christmas day.