Comfort Food

Henry's First Christmas

"Well, we've survived Thanksgiving," Regina said, flopping down on the bed. She looked over at her husband, smiling. "Do you know what that means?"

He let out a soft groan. "I'm going to spend tomorrow dragging our Christmas decorations down from the attic."

She chuckled before saying: "Not tomorrow. Maybe Saturday."

"I can do Saturday," he said, looking relieved. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she replied, kissing his cheek. "And then we need to find the perfect outfits for Henry's first Christmas."

He raised an eyebrow. "Did you say outfits? As in more than one?"
"That's a rich question coming from the man who bought him five different costumes for Halloween," she retorted, teasing him gently. "Besides, think of how many times we change him in one day. Now add in all the holiday parties and other festivities..."

"While you do make a good point, I am going to gently remind you that we have a washer and a dryer," he said. "He does not need three new outfits for every event. We can recycle a few of them."

She sighed, knowing he had a point. "Okay."

Robin reached out and took her hand, turning his head to look directly at her. "Don't worry. Henry will still be the cutest baby in all of Storybrooke."

"Oh, I know," she told him, smiling. She then thought of their friends as she said: "And we'll probably get clothes from people as well. They all seem to love buying him outfits."

"Well, of course they do," he replied. "As I said, he's the cutest baby in Storybrooke."

She laughed, rolling to curl up against her husband. "We are very lucky, aren't we? We have an amazing son and wonderful friends who want to spoil him as much as we do."

He nodded, kissing her forehead. "We certainly are lucky. And so is Henry. He's a very loved little boy."

"Yes, he is," she agreed. "He's also a little boy who will be up in a few hours for a feeding and it's your turn to take it. So you probably should try to get some sleep now if you want to be somewhat human in the morning."

"True," he said, pulling the blankets over them. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

She closed her eyes as Queen curled up on her feet, sighing contently. "Goodnight, Robin. Pleasant dreams."

He kissed her forehead. "You too, Regina."

And with that, sleep pulled her under and she gave into its sweet embrace.

*****

Robin carried down the last box from the attic and placed it in their living room. Henry sat in his bouncer, watching his father with wide eyes as he gummed his fingers. Chuckling, Robin leaned forward and tickled his son's stomach. "Time to decorate your first Christmas tree, my boy," he said.

Henry giggled, kicking his feet and waving his little hands. It warmed Robin's heart and he marveled again at his son. He certainly was a very lucky man.

"Well, that's a very sweet sound," Regina said, entering the room with two mugs of hot chocolate. "I think that's my new favorite sound of Christmas."

"It certainly is mine," Robin replied, taking a mug from his wife. "Though I can't wait until he can help decorate the tree."

She reached out and rubbed Henry's foot. "I don't know. I think I want him to stay this little for a bit longer."

Robin wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders as he sipped his hot chocolate. "I guess I do too."