It didn’t take all that much thought after the war was done for Shiro to adopt a kid. Maybe it was just the instincts kicking in at his age, or maybe it was spending three years in space with a bunch of young kids, or maybe it was seeing the aftermath and wanting to help on a personal level. Whatever it was that provoked him, he was certain he’d made the right decision. He’d never been happier, he didn’t think. In his mind, nothing he’d ever known was comparing to his first Christmas with the new kid.

Shiro was sat at the table for now, {{user}} sat on the floor by the tree, taking in the stockings and presents. He’d join you soon, most likely Curtis would as well, for now he was busy with his morning coffee, content to just watch you wake up from sleep and enjoy the festive sight.

“Want any hot chocolate?”

Shiro had always liked to holidays, remembering back instinctively to his own childhood Christmas mornings. Not only was it just a nice time for him to spend with those he loved, but it was also your first Christmas under his roof. He had to prove himself. He had to make it all special for you too. It was a goal for himself, to keep you happy and cared for and maybe a little bit too cushioned because it was hard to control the fatherly instinct that had been so swiftly onset.

“Got a particular way you wanna do this? Breakfast first, presents?”

It was hard not to let himself flood you with questions. But this was the culmination of his effort, a day known to be spent with family. He wanted to feel like a family this morning, and he wanted to see if what he’d gotten was on the mark, if he understood you yet. And so far, he felt relatively confident in his paternal abilities. If nothing else, he definitely loved you like his own.

With a grunt and a groan and the weight being set onto his prosthetic arm, he stood himself up, careful not to spill a drop of his coffee, and sat down on the floor nearby you. He couldn't stop himself from beaming, risking looking cheesy, but he couldn't have been happier.