A/N: So...since we're opening presents on Christmas eve, and I may be passed out from alcohol (since I can't take two sips of a drink without getting sleepy), I thought I might as well post the Christmas Day story...a day early.

Crown is so cute...but try as I might, I just can't seem to pair him up with Mut. I guess I really can't stick every guy together. I don't feel it the love! CROWN! ACT CUTER! I've really been trying to put them together...but I'm not feeling it.

To Elifer: A special thank you for follow the story and reviewing. It's what keeps me going.

Read, review and enjoy.

Christmas Day:

"It's Christmas tomorrow!" Terry cheers, throwing his arms in the air and running around the tree excitedly. Garcia eyes Maël, knowing he's tempted to trip Terry as he passes around a fourth time. Picard quickly grabs his son around the middle and pulls him onto his lap, pulling his hair back into a loose ponytail. "Can we open presents tonight?"

Gerald rubs at his mustache, "We always open them on Christmas morning."

"Aw, c'mon, Dad, just one? Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?" Terry looks up at him with big eyes and Gerald sighs, glancing at me.

"What do you think?"

I chuckle, "One present doesn't sound so bad." I slip my hand into my pocket, feeling for the small velvet box. Ivan glances at me, tilting his head and I meet his eye so he doesn't think I'm up to anything. "The kids can open one present each, but you have to the leave the rest for tomorrow."

Terry and Karis cheer, running to the tree and sitting in front of the presents, picking through them and looking for their names. Mut hangs back until Maël takes his hand, smiling and pulling him over to the tree. Noble giggles, sitting next to Karis and suggesting which present she should open.

Ivan looks over at Crown, smiling gently and touching his shoulder. He jumps a little, turning around and his look of surprise melts away, replaced by a relieved smile. "Aren't you going to pick out a present too?"

Crown glances over at the others, the tips of his ears turning red. "I-I'll wait until they're finished."

Ivan smiles sweetly and I can't help but smile as well, watching him. "Nonsense, you have every right to open your presents with the others." He pushes Crown towards the tree gently and he nods, sitting in between Mut and Karis. Ivan leans back, "I feel a little silly for saying this, but its fun just watching them."

Picard returns with Mary, carrying a tray of hot cocoa. He smiles, helping pass them out, "It's not silly at all. They get so excited it's infectious." He pushes a mug into Garcia's hands, sitting next to him and leaning against him.

Mut comes over, holding up a box, "Can I open this one?"

I smile, glancing at Ivan, "Are you sure you want to open that one?" He looks down at the box, smiling and nodding quickly. "Why?"

"Because it's your handwriting."

I laugh softly, "Alright, go ahead and open that one." He smiles brightly, sitting on the floor and carefully peeling away the colorful wrapping, revealing a brown box. He lifts the lid and his eyes widen, glancing up at me. There's a pale yellow scarf inside like mine.

"Dad…"

I wink, "You seem to like mine a lot, so I thought you should have one too." I reach down, ruffling his hair. He smiles, slipping it around his neck and thanking me.

Mary's the last to go up to bed, smiling sweetly, "Don't stay up too late, the kids will want to open presents as early as possible." She waves, heading up the stairs.

Ivan stretches, sighing softly, "We should probably go to bed too." He starts to stand but I hold my arm out, shifting and sliding onto the floor. "Robin?" I kneel on the floor, grasping his hand and taking out the box. I flick open the box, slipping the band onto his finger and smiling.

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" I chuckle, brushing my thumb over his knuckles, "Even if that means hundreds of years?"

He laughs, his eyes twinkling, "I'd prefer it that way…" He slips his arms around me and I feel him slide something into my pocket. Blinking, I reach in, pulling out a small box. He laughs softly, "I guess we think alike." His hair brushes against my cheek as he pulls back, "Will you marry me again?"

I chuckle, cupping his cheeks and kissing him, "Of course." I press my forehead to his, "Again and again, until you get sick of me."

"That would never happen."

"Then I guess I'll never stop."

He laughs again, pushing my hair from my face, "Merry Christmas, Robin…"

Owari

...This one was kind of short. Oh well. Merry Christmas!

Alex: ...I wasn't in this.

Aw, one day I'll give you a Christmas story. Have a happy Christmas, everyone.