Christmas Eve
Liam: "Five more minutes, please," you watched your six year old son, the splitting image of his father, pout on the couch. His brow furrowed just like his daddy’s did when he was concentrating. He was just as adorable as his father was and he knew the soft spot you held for him. "Yeah mom five more minutes," Liam whined making your son giggle in delight. You sighed in exasperation. They were too much together. "You know the rules," you said watching him burrow further under his blankets. "Santa only comes when your asleep." Liam was curled up next to him, his eyes half asleep. "Mommy’s right. But maybe she’ll let us stay up for another thirty minutes." With both of them looking at you with those puppy dog eyes, you found it impossible to say no. "Fine!" They both cheered, even though Liam’s was more of a yawn. You and Liam had been up all night the night before to wrap his presents and you were both exhausted. "Then we’ll wait together," he said through a yawn. You let him sit down stairs for twenty more minutes, helping set cookies and milk out for Santa. Soon after he drifted off. His head was on Liam’s shoulder, his brown curls just like Liam’s used to be. "Let’s get him down," Liam carried him up the stairs, pressing soft kisses to his forehead. "He’s the best Christmas gift ever," he said quietly as he looked at his gently sleeping son. "I’ll never want more than him- or you."
