Posted on: 2010-12-26

"Will! Honey, where are you?"

Will Darcy looked up from his endless pile of reports and smiled at the sound of his wife's voice.
"In here, sweetheart!"

After a few moments, Elizabeth entered his office and graced him with an endearing smile. Even dressed in her pajamas – sweatpants and one of Will's old jerseys – her beauty still blew him away. Walking straight up to him, Elizabeth plucked the papers out of his hand, pushed his glasses up onto the top of his head, and placed herself directly on his lap. Smiling up at him, she pressed a kiss to his chin and then one at his dimple.

"Well, good evening to you, too," he murmured, then focused his attention solely on her lips for a few moments. "What do you want?"

Elizabeth pretended to be affronted and sat right up to face him. "Excuse me, sir, but do I have to want something to stop in and say hello?"

Will chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Of course not--especially if you say hello like that." He laughed harder as Elizabeth smacked him on the arm and kissed her again. "However, that saccharine sweet smile tells it all, Elizabeth. What do you want?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "It's already December 2nd, Fitzwilliam. Christmas is only days away! When are we going to get our tree?"

Frowning at her use of his formal name – which she did simply to bug him, Will answered, "I'll get one on the way home tomorrow."

Expecting the answer to suffice, he was surprised to see the look of pure horror marring his wife's beautiful face.
"You mean…go to a place where they're all cut for you and just…pay for it and go?" She spoke as if the idea was akin to mass murder.

"Well, yes, Elizabeth, that's generally how one gets a tree."

"No! That's the wrong way!"

Will grimaced good-naturedly and held his ear. "You're screaming, sweetheart."

Grabbing his hand away from his ear, she pressed a kiss to the palm and smiled. "Sorry."

Then she was silent, leaning back against Will's chest and sighing. He anticipated her for a minute or so, and when she said nothing, picked the report back up. However, he didn't get too far.

"Put your glasses back on."

"I don't need to."

She turned in his lap. "Look, Ana and I finally convinced you to get your eyes checked. Don't make us force you to wear the things, too. You're going to have a headache later anyway, if you don't…" She trailed off and Will dutifully pushed the glasses down to his nose.

"I don't like them." He knew he was pouting and tried to stop. It would only be ammunition for his wife's teasing.

"Well, I do. You look like a hot professor."

Will rolled his eyes at that comment and went back to his work. Elizabeth was content to let him do so. She loved this time of the evening. Leah was in bed, and she and Will had time to themselves. Sometimes he worked and sometimes she did. Either way, it was usually enough to be able to sit with him for a bit, listening to his easy breathing and feeling his warmth strength. Tonight, however – not so much.

"Will?"

"Hmm?" He was still engrossed in his reading.

"You love me, right?"

"Normally," he retorted dryly, though the kiss he dropped onto her shoulder betrayed the gruff answer.

"This is our first Christmas."

"Uh-huh."

"Our first Christmas together as a family. Leah's first Christmas with her mom and dad."

Will put the paper down and sighed. "Yes, Elizabeth. I do actually realize that." He paused. "Again, I'm going to ask: What do you want?"

"Well, since this is going to be such a special Christmas, don't you think we should celebrate in a specialway?"

"How do you know we weren't going to already?"

Elizabeth blew out a breath. "Uh…you already gave yourself away, Scrooge. You were planning to go to some lot and buy a tree. What kind of Christmas spirit does that show? Don't we want to set a good example for our daughter?"

Leaning his head back to rest on the back of the chair, Will felt a headache coming anyway. "So what exactly is going to make Christmas special?" He was hesitant to ask. Visions of sugar plums were certainly not dancing through his head. More like endless hours of work.

"Well," Elizabeth started primly, "I think it would be nice if we went to a tree farm and cut down our own tree. And wouldn't it be fun to really decorate the house and put up lights? We should probably bake a lot of cookies, too. Oh, and…" She stopped when she noticed her husband tensing up with every new suggestion.

"Is everything all right, Will?" Their marriage was still young, and the two were still learning about each other every day. Was it possible Will really didn't like Christmas?

Will, on the other hand, was looking at the hope on his wife's face, and even if he personally did not need to go quite to such lengths to celebrate the holiday, he couldn't turn her down. Sometimes Elizabeth was impossible to say no to.
"It's fine, Elizabeth. If that's what it takes to make Christmas special, then we'll do it."

"Thank you, Will! I'm so excited!" She turned in his lap and showed him her excitement for a few minutes, convincing Will – at least momentarily – that he had made the right decision. "We're going to have a real Darcy Family Christmas! I'm going to go look for decorations…and maybe start planning the light scheme." Hopping off his lap, handing him the report, his wife practically skipped out the door.

"Light scheme?" Will called weakly after her.

"Okay, I'm in the light section, babe. Am I really not capable of picking the lights up on my own?" Will was in a large hardware store while Elizabeth was at home drinking hot chocolate and playing with their daughter. It was exactly what he knew would happen.

"Did you bring the plan with you?"

Will grunted in acknowledgment, but there was no way he was actually going to unfold the piece of paper tucked into his coat.

"Excuse me, sir," a young woman stated, and then without giving him a chance to move, shoved her loaded cart right past him. He had never seen the hardware store so busy, but there were people crowded everywhere in the Christmas aisles.

"So make sure you get enough of the white lights…and don't forget that wreath I circled in the ad." Elizabeth stopped, but Will knew she wasn't done. "Do you think white lights are the way to go? I mean, they do seem more classic, right?"

Suppressing a groan, Will just shook his head, hoping she wasn't going to go off into another hour debate on white versus colored lights. The worst was when she actually expected him to have an opinion…like he actually cared.

"Yep. Classic all the way. Okay, I'm going to hang up now and pick out the lights. It's pretty crowded here. See you later. Love you." He hung up before she could protest and didn't feel the least bit bad about it.

Within ten minutes, he had a cart full of white lights, bulb candles, and a massive wreath for the front door. It hadn't taken him long to decide on the lights, and he was thankful Elizabeth and Leah hadn't come. Will could only imagine how long it would have taken his wife to stand in front of the almost entire row of Christmas lights and choose some. Now, he had just chosen the most expensive ones. Having money did sometimes make decisions easier, even if his wife was a coupon clipper.

For the ten minutes it had taken him to choose the lights, he knew he would have to wait in line much more. Why the idiotic store had only decided to have two checkers open was beyond him, so he settled behind his cart, pulled out his phone, and went to his email. He was finally near the checkout when his phone started ringing "Jingle Bells." Several of the men around him gave him funny looks as Will quickly answered.

"You changed my ringtone?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, Scrooge. I wanted to put you in a more Christmas-like spirit."

Will rolled his eyes and wondered when his wife had actually figured out how to use his phone. Normally she looked at it as if it would bite her. She did not have the patience for technology.

"So, I just got off the phone with Ana. I wanted to wait to get the tree until she was home, but since she won't be home until the 14th, I'm a little worried there won't be many trees left. She told us to go ahead, but I could tell she was really excited about going to cut a tree down. What do you think? Should we wait?"

Throughout this speech, Will had made his way up to the checker who gave him a frazzled smile. "I'm checking out. You decide. I'm fine with it either way. I'll see you in like fifteen minutes," he told her, hoping she would get the hint and not call again.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for not hanging up on me this time." And with that, she returned the favor and hung up on him.

"Merry Christmas. Thanks for shopping with us," the high schooler greeted him with a fake smile planted on her face. The grin turned into a grimace when a familiar song came on. "I really hate this song."

Will heard the opening of "So This Is Christmas," the same song he had actually heard three times already since entering the store, and grimaced in sympathy.

"Happy holidays," he commiserated.

Thank God it hadn't snowed yet, was Will's only thought as he stepped out of the attic window and onto the roof. In general, he wasn't afraid of heights…but they had a tall house with a steep roof. It wouldn't be a merry Christmas for anyone if he fell two stories to his death.

"Are you okay up there, Will?" Elizabeth actually had the gall to sound concerned, which was fairly ridiculous, since this 'light scheme' was all her idea.

"Just be ready to catch."

"Catch what?" The wind carried her voice up to him.

"Me!"

He could see Elizabeth smile and shake her head. He had awoken this morning with absolutely no work to do and had been looking forward to spending it with his wife and baby daughter. Leah had finally started walking a few weeks ago, but it was still so amazing to Will that he could literally follow her around and watch for hours. Instead, Leah was snug inside watched by her Aunt Jane while Leah's mommy directed daddy and Uncle Charles around as if she were a drill sergeant. Remembering the near heart attack of this morning, however, when Will went out to get the paper and saw his wife perched precariously on a tall rickety ladder, he really didn't mind where Elizabeth currently was – safe on the ground.

Other people put up lights for a couple of hours. Elizabeth's plan took an entire day. It was now almost dinner time, nearly dark, and there was only one small part to finish – hanging the star at the very top of the house, where it would shine above the manger scene Elizabeth had made Will buy at a craft store. She had even joked about live animals and using a live baby…at least he was pretty sure it was a joke. His lovely wife had gone a bit loco, so he wasn't entirely sure.

Nails clutched between his teeth, hammer in one hand and wooden lighted star in the other, Will crouched down and held the star in place.

"A little to the left, hon!"

"What?"

"A little to the left! No, my left!" Elizabeth's helpful suggestions were getting on his nerves. She'd been doing it all day. The problem was that she suggested with such joy and her smile was always so gosh darn good that Will really couldn't even get mad.

It did feel good to hammer something, however. Merry Christmas to me.

"Joy to the world! The Lord has come! Let earth receive her kinnngg!"

Will loved Christmas music. The simple melodies of the music continually moved him every year. He did not,
however, love his wife's singing voice. Most of the time it was a source of amusement, as the fact that Elizabeth was absolutely and one-hundred percent tone deaf did not ever seem to keep her from belting her attempts. Although fellow parishioners at church loved the Darcy's, Will sometimes saw people try to hide their grimaces when they were sitting directly in front of them.

Glancing up at his wife, who was carefully winding the fake evergreen down the main staircase banister, Will did have to grin at the sight. Elizabeth had declared the day "Darcy Family Interior Decorating Day" and had dressed the part. (Yesterday had been the "Darcy Family Exterior Decorating Day" and Will still wasn't quite recovered, though he had to admit the house did look stunning.) So far, they had placed white bulb candles in all the front windows, set up candles and other decorations throughout the house, and were currently working on the foyer. Elizabeth was determined to create an "atmosphere of Christmas to welcome Ana home" (which he had heard word for word at least four times that day.)

Christmas carols were playing through the loudspeaker (though not quite drowning out the errant voice of his wife), Christmas cookies were baking in the oven, and Elizabeth had a Santa hat on her head and a candy cane sticking out the corner of her mouth. She was turning into his own person elf.

"There!" Elizabeth stated at the bottom of the stairs, with a contented look at her work. "I like it." Looking over at Will, whose job was getting the boxes down from the attic and then standing around holding Leah – thank goodness – Elizabeth winked. "Hot chocolate time!"

As Elizabeth retrieved the two cups, Will set Leah down and followed her into the living room, where a roaring fire was keeping the house toasty warm. Four stockings already hung from the mantel. After looking through the attic, Elizabeth had been ecstatic to find several boxes from his childhood, including one containing Will and Ana's old stocking. Fingering his gently, Will felt a small pang in his heart. His mother had sewed both of them, lovingly cross-stitching a nativity scene on each one.

"One hot cocoa for you," Elizabeth said from behind, breaking into his thoughts and slipping the warm mug into his hand when he turned.

The two settled on the couch, Will in the corner with Elizabeth snuggled next to him, watching Leah play. The little girl loved looking at her Christmas books and telling her own story for every page. Considering that she could only say "mama", "dada", and "bayball" (of course any child of Elizabeth's would say baseball), the stories were mainly incoherent babbling, but Will was convinced his daughter was going to be the next great novelist. She could contain herself for literally an hour sitting with her books. Sometimes she would walk into Will's office carrying a book, pull herself up onto his lap, and "read" to him. It never failed to move him. Leah and Elizabeth were the absolute best things in his life.

"Did your mother enjoy sewing?"

Will paused at her question, memories rushing through his head. Seeing the pained look on his face, Elizabeth sat up and kissed him. "I wish she were here, able to sew a stocking for Leah."

"And you, Elizabeth. She would have made one for you, too. I know she would have loved you."

Elizabeth grabbed his hand and held tight. "Well, I know Lydia would have loved you. I don't think she would ever have believed that someone so attractive would ever be interested in me."

"Watch it, Ace," Will grumbled, taking a sip of the warm cocoa. She knew it embarrassed him to mention such things, which was why she did it, of course. Still, it moved his thoughts away from some of the sadness in his mind.

Elizabeth sighed. "Well, I think it's time for the next part in our Christmas tradition."

Will stifled a laugh but couldn't help his smile. It seemed that his wife was going to make up traditions right and left, just so they would have some.

"Please tell me at least one of our traditions is going to be watching college football bowl games?"

"Of course, Will. Those bowl games will always have a special place in my heart. Maybe we could even watch some of your videos again…You know I love those pants on you."

Will grumbled again, grabbing her around the waist and squeezing – making sure not to spill her drink. "So tell me what this next tradition is."

"It's a Wonderful Life."

"Can having a wonderful life actually be a tradition?"

Elizabeth paused and then sat up, turning to face Will on the couch. "I'm talking about the movie. One of the most famous Christmas movies of all time. Please tell me you know it." At Will's blank look, Elizabeth shook her head. "George Bailey? Clarence? Bert and Ernie?"

"The Sesame Street characters?"

"No! Those were named after…Oh my, I cannot believe you actually have not seen this. Wow."

Will reached down to pick up Leah, who was yawning and rubbing her eyes, and settled her on his chest. Elizabeth got up to put in the dvd and start the movie.

"I just have one question."

"Hmm?"

"If I don't like this movie, does it still have to become a tradition?"

"Isn't this fun?" Elizabeth asked for the ninth time, all smiles as they rode the tractor further out into the tree farm.

Ana, with Leah on her lap, nodded her head and continued to look out at the farm in awe. "Wow, Will! This is amazing. I can't believe we ever just bought a tree from a lot." Will rolled his eyes. Two days home and his sister was already saying lot as if it were a curse word. When Elizabeth and Will had married, he was happy to have such a confident woman to befriend his sister. He had imagined Ana learning to come out of her shell more often. He hadn't thought about the fact that his wife's sass would wear off on his sister.

"At least I get a saw," Will mumbled, wanting to get home to watch the Florida State game. He was drowned out when Elizabeth started singing Christmas carols again.

"Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches. We'll find one that we really like, we'll chop it down, put on a tag…They'll pick you up, we'll take you home…and decorate your branches…"

"Seriously, sweetheart?"

"What?"

"You are aware that those are not the words?" It was a mistake as soon as he said it. He was suddenly faced with two angry faces – three if he counted Leah, who was annoyed with wearing a knit hat – and Ana practically scolded him with her eyes. Perhaps as a punishment, the two spent the rest of the tractor ride making up lyrics to "Jingle Bell Rock" and "Rockin' Around a Christmas Tree." Thankfully, they were the only ones on the tractor.

Still, horrible singing and lyrics aside, it was nice to be outside with his family. Elizabeth was practically glowing with happiness, Ana's eyes were wide in wonder, and even Leah was happy, now that she had found her zipper to chew on. A little Christmas spirit wormed its way into his heart and Will smiled, almost joining in their ridiculous singing game.

He was not smiling thirty minutes later. His Christmas spirit had been snuffed out. Honestly, he should have realized what kind of an afternoon he was in for when he thought about who he was going with. It took Elizabeth over an hour to decide what color lights to put on the house. Ana could take an entire twenty minutes just to choose her breakfast cereal. After being pulled from tree to tree, even getting down on the cold ground a few times almost ready to saw, Will was cold and annoyed. The thought of football was becoming a distant hope, further and further from his reach.
Trees that looked perfectly fine to him were scoffed at.

"Too full," Elizabeth had said after making a wide circle around one.

"Will, honestly, look at that bare spot!" Ana had told him after one glance, suddenly the expert on Christmas trees.

"Too tall."

"Too short."

"Crooked."

"No place to put the star at the top."

Will thought Leah at least would be on his side, but the baby was warmly wrapped in multiple layers and was happy walking from tree to tree on her own, babbling as she went.

Finally, after forty-five minutes of looking, Ana and Elizabeth settled on a tree. They were in raptures over its perfection, but he really didn't see much of a difference between that and the fifty other trees. Wisely, though, he kept his mouth shut and performed the manly deed of sawing the tree down.

Once it fell, Elizabeth pulled Will up and kissed him. "Oh, Will, this is so wonderful, isn't it? I love you. We're going to have the best Christmas ever!"

"Yes, we are! This is so fun!" Ana hugged him, her head past his shoulders now.

He felt better until they were on the road, tree tied securely to the top of the car, and Elizabeth mentioned the word 'decorate.' Groaning, and pressing down on the gas a bit more than necessary, Will knew that another Saturday was completely gone to Christmas.

"Bah humbug."

Christmas was finally upon him, at 12:02 a.m. The house was decorated, the tree they had chopped down with their very hands was decorated, eight different types of Christmas cookies were stored in Tupperware, the house was immaculately cleaned and ready for the Bennets, and they had attended the Candlelight service at church. His presents were under the tree, wrapped earlier that day. He had probably gone slightly overboard with Leah, but it was difficult not to. She was his adoptive daughter in name only; in his heart, Leah was truly his daughter. It was hard not to shower her with gifts. Shopping for Elizabeth had also been ridiculously easy. Basically, if he gave her something with a St. Louis Cardinals logo, he knew he she would be happy. Since she was now free-lancing – spending most of her time on a book about the 1998 home run chase and not at the stadium – he knew she would love his main gift: season tickets. For the first time in a month, Will Darcy was relaxed. Now all he needed to do was find his wife.

Treading quietly down the stairs, Will heard a muffled noise in the otherwise silence of the house. Using the Christmas lights as a guide, he entered the living room to find Elizabeth sitting underneath the tree, sniffing back tears, wrapping paper, boxes, and tape strewn around her. She had only turned one soft lamp on; the only other light was the Christmas tree and the fire.

"Honey?"

Elizabeth looked up in surprise and then quickly wiped away the traces of her tears. "I thought you were asleep."

Will came closer, picked up the poker, and jabbed a few of the logs in the fireplace, giving Elizabeth some time if she needed it. "What are you doing down here?"

"I was just…I forgot about my presents! I got everything else done, but didn't even wrap any of my presents." For some reason, this seemed to extremely upset his wife. "And look at the ones I did wrap. It looks like Leah did it." Will glanced quickly at the two gifts and admitted silently that they did sort of look like a three year old had rolled them in paper and decorated them with tape. "Everything is supposed to be perfect, but how is it going to look if these presents are under the tree looking like this?"

Wise man that he was, Will chose not to answer. Instead, he took the gift she was currently trying to wrap from her hands and began measuring it on the wrapping paper sheet. "Scissors?"

With a big sniffle, Elizabeth handed over the scissors and watched in silence as Will quickly and efficiently wrapped the gift to perfection.

"How do you do that? Your creases are so perfect and…" Elizabeth trailed off as he took the next present out of her hands and began wrapping it.

Elizabeth sniffled again, and Will patiently waited for her to talk, making quick work of her pile of presents.

"Lydia used to love Christmas," Elizabeth said softly, her voice the only sound aside from the rustling paper and tape snaps. "It was her favorite holiday, though I'm pretty sure it's because she loved getting presents." Smiling slightly, Elizabeth scooted closer to Will and laid her head on his shoulder. "Once December 1st hit, she would dig out all the Christmas cds and decorations. She probably wanted to start celebrating as soon as Halloween was over, but my parents held her off until December 1st."

Will finished the last present, a gift box from a department store, and turned to give his wife his full attention. Seeing her shiver, even though she sat next to a roaring fire, Will pulled her into his arms, her back against his chest, and laid his chin on top of her head. Drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them, Elizabeth continued.

"Lydia loved the church Christmas pageants and was so devastated when she was too old to play Mary. Her favorite part, though, was going to find the perfect Christmas tree and then coming home and decorating it, singing Christmas songs at the top of our lungs. It was the only time Lydia didn't complain about my singing, actually." Elizabeth elbowed Will playfully in the side when she heard him snicker. "I know I'm bad, okay? I suck at singing. Usually Lydia let me know, too, but she was just so…happy at Christmas, nothing could get in the way of that."

Will kissed the crown of her head so she knew he was still listening, but stayed silent, knowing she needed to continue talking.

"Christmas is…" Elizabeth grabbed Will's hand and kissed it. He felt the wet tears on her face and squeezed her tighter. "I miss Lydia so much during Christmas. When she was alive, it was always the time we were the closest."

There was a quiet pause as both stared into the firelight, memories dancing in their heads.

"I understand, Elizabeth. My mother adored Christmas, too. She spent nearly as long preparing for it. Every year in December she would play carols on the piano and we would sit around her and sing. She used to…She would pick out an ornament for us every year. Sometimes she would make them and sometimes she would buy them, but they always showed us just how much she loved us."

"Where," and Elizabeth paused. Pulling away, she turned to look at him. The firelight danced off his handsome face, but there was enough light for her to see the pain etched onto it. "Where are they? I didn't find them."

"I think they're hidden away. Even though it's been so long, those ornaments seem too – hard, I guess."

Her tears forgotten, Elizabeth gently cupped his face with her hand. She smiled. "Aren't we a pair? I miss my sister so much all I can do is go crazy with the holiday." She sighed, "I guess I honestly thought that if we had a special, perfect Christmas, it would be like having her here with us again. I thought maybe it wouldn't hurt so much."

He kissed her palm and then wiped the tears from her cheeks. "And I try to push Christmas away so I don't have to deal with the memories."

"Has it been hard for you? I've been all about Christmas for so long, I didn't truly realize how upsetting it might have been."

Will smiled. "You know, it has actually been nice. The store was awful and the lights took forever, but…I like having you and Leah to celebrate with. I like the Darcy Family Christmas," he teased.

Staring at him for a few moments, Elizabeth dropped her head down to his chest and wrapped her arms around him under his sweatshirt. "I love you, Will Darcy."

"And I love you," he whispered back, stroking her hair. They sat like that for some time, using each other to heal some of the past's pain.

"You know, Elizabeth, I think you actually were on the right track."

"Yeah, I do think the white lights were the smart choice."

Will laughed, gently pried Elizabeth from his waist, and quickly went to the tree. "The best way to move forward is to have some of our own memories. This whole Darcy tradition idea was a good one." He presented her with a small wrapped gift. "And I think we should start right now."

"But it's not Christmas…" She stopped when he tapped her watch and she saw the time. Smiling, she grabbed the present from his hand. "I'm not going to resist a present!"

Will watched her rip right into the gift – no polite unwrapping for his love – and then saw her eyes tear immediately at what she revealed. "It's perfect, Will," Elizabeth breathed, holding up the carved ornament of a mother, father, and child.

Taking it from her fingers, he gave her a kiss before hanging it on the tree. "Here's to the beginning of a new tradition, Mrs. Darcy." Will pulled her to his chest and together they watched the ornament sway for a few moments.

"Well, if I get to open one, so do you," Elizabeth declared as she chose the last gift he had just wrapped and handed it to him.

"Really? Why did you even have me wrap the thing?"

"Come on, Scrooge. Everyone knows that a proper Christmas present must be wrapped."

They sat in front of the fireplace as Will carefully worked the tape off and then gently pulled the present from the wrapping paper without ripping it. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, barely able to contain her excitement. Will lifted the lid of the rectangular gift box and saw a t-shirt. It was not his size and when he held it up it said, "I'm the Mommy."

"Uh…" He was looking from the shirt to Elizabeth with confusion and she laughed. "There's more, Will. Look under the tissue paper."

There was another t-shirt, this time his size and with the more fitting inscription, "I'm the Daddy."

"We are wearing these tomorrow, right?" Will asked in all seriousness, though the t-shirts were really just the beginning of a punch line. Of course, her husband would want to wear them. He could not be more proud of his family.

"There's more."

Will smiled. "I hope Leah's shirt does her justice…something like 'World's Most Beautiful Baby' or something." He unfolded it and read the words on the small shirt. "I'm the Big Sister."

Elizabeth's grin grew as Will looked at his wife, hope in his eyes. "Does this mean…I mean are we…"

Nodding her head, Elizabeth jumped into her husband's lap. "Yep. There's going to be another Darcy soon." She looked at Will and was a little surprised to see his eyes water.

"We're going to have a baby?" His words were choked.

"Yes, Mr. Darcy, we are," Elizabeth stated, kissing Will quickly on the chin.

"We're going to have a baby." He still didn't quite seem capable of grasping the situation.

"Yes, honey. A baby."

Suddenly a grin cut across his face. "We're going to have a baby!"

Quickly, Elizabeth put her finger over his lips to shush him. "Will! You're going to wake up Ana."

"Who cares? Let's wake up everyone!" Will stood up, Elizabeth still in his arms, and swung her in one circle.

Laughing, Elizabeth said, "Let's wait until tomorrow, though, Will. I want this to just be us right now."

Her head firmly in his hands, Will leaned down and kissed her. Placing his hand on her stomach, he grinned. "Well, I'd say this gives us a new memory."

Elizabeth nodded and returned his kiss, standing on her toes and wrapping her hands around his neck. "Merry Christmas, Will."

The End