This might be it guys, the last chapter or I might add one more that will be up to what you guys want. Once again, I have to thank Kate aka flashpenguin for being amazing. Thanks for the reviews, alerts and favorites. I already have another Dave/Em story in the works, it's a prequel of sorts to this story. Much love!

Staring out through the window pane, Emily watched as the wind blew against the trees and wondered if the snow would fall this year over Little Creek. Lowering herself into the rocking chair by the window, Emily cradled Matthew to her chest, allowing him to be lulled into a deep sleep. Closing her eyes, she hummed a soft tune, as the small infant's breathing slowed. She sat in silence, eyes closed thinking about how truly blessed she was. She had her husband back, Dave got to see the birth of his son, her children would know their father and things were beginning to return to normal. Dave watched from the threshold of the master bedroom as Emily cradled and rocked their son to sleep. He took in the peaceful expression upon her face, as her lips turned upwards in a smile. Glancing from his wife to his son, Dave realized that he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Lifting his eyes again, he met the beautiful pools of brown that he fell in love with.

"You're home early; I wasn't expecting you for a couple of hours." Emily whispered.

"Well, they let us go early and I thought we could go get the tree-beat the mad rush." Dave said as he leaned forward and gave Emily a quick kiss.

"Sounds like a good idea. What's that?" Emily asked pointing towards the light blue colored box in Dave's hand.

"Oh, it's a little something from Strauss. She's going to be out of town and will miss the christening, so she sent the present home with me," Dave said before setting the present in her lap, and lifting the sleeping infant into his arms. Dave rested his son against his chest as Emily opened the she-devil's present.

"Who would have thought that Strauss had good taste?" Emily asked as she pulled a beautiful handmade yellow blanket from the box. Running her hand over the blanket, Em noticed the soft texture, and the teddy bear patch that was nestled in the middle of the blanket.

"Speaking of crazed women," Emily said with a slight smirk, "Pen has decided that we are going to raise her godson correctly and teach him how to be suave and debonair, not a scoundrel."

"How does she expect us to do that?" Dave asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Apparently, our son is not allowed to watch any Harrison Ford movies. She brought by all of Remington Steele shows and every James Bond movie that Pierce Brosnan was in," Emily said as she stood up from the rocking chair and followed Dave out of their bedroom and towards the nursery.

"He shouldn't have to watch James Bond, when his father is David Rossi; you can't get anymore suave and debonair than me," Dave joked as he laid Matthew in the bassinet and turned on the mobile. The soft strains of Brahms Lullaby helped lull the baby asleep.

Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm not into the debonair type-guys like that are Pen's type. I like my men to be renegades and scoundrels. But I got lucky with you David Rossi; I got a little bit of both."

"So I'm better than any Harrison Ford or Pierce Brosnan?" Dave asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Much."

Together they watched their son sleep. Emily reached out and touched the soft downy cheek of the sleeping baby and realized that it was now or never to get her fear off her chest.

"David, we need to talk." Emily whispered, diverting her gaze. She knew he could read her, but she didn't want him to see her fear.

"About what Cara?" Dave asked. He knew it was coming and he braced himself.

Em took a deep breath. "Dave it's been four months, we have to talk about what happened sometime; we can't just keep putting it off."

"Em, it's not that I can't talk about it, or I don't want to. It's just that I'm the strong one, and it scares me to talk about being weak and incapable of being there when you needed me the most."

"Dave, you weren't weak or incapable, you almost died."

"I wasn't there for you and our children. I keep thinking about how it must have been for you."

"I learned how strong I can be and that we have great friends."

"I'll never be able to pay them back for being there for you."

"Well, I hope and pray that that is the only time I need them like that," Emily said as the tears began to fill her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Cara. I will do whatever it takes to never put you through that again."

"I was scared, and I hate feeling that way. I was scared that I would come home to an empty house everyday. That I would lose my best friend, the man that I love. I would rather die then live without you David Rossi." Emily whispered as a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Well, that throws a monkey wrench in the system because I don't plan on living without you either. Guess we'll be living for a long time," Dave warned with a twinkle in his eye.

"The worst part was the waiting and the not knowing. I felt like if I stopped thinking about you, or I left you alone, you would leave me. I couldn't leave you alone but they wouldn't let me near you. I forgot to care about Matthew and Mia. The only thing I thought about for two days Dave was you and our life-or rather what my life would be like without you. And it scared me."

"I promise, Tesoro, you will never have to know what life will be like without me," Dave comforted as he wiped away Emily's tears and pulled her into a hug. Leaning back against the rocking chair, Dave rubbed Emily's back as her breathing evened out, and her sobs quieted.

Looking out the window, he brightened. "Cara?"

Emily raised her head to look at him. "Yes?"

"It's snowing."

Emily sat up and looked out the window. "Matthew and Mia are going to get a white Christmas this year! How wonderful!"

"I don't think Matthew is going to care one way or the other Em."

"Doesn't mean that I can't take a picture of him in that snow outfit JJ gave him."

"You are not going to dress my son up in that fluffy blue bunny suit."

"It's adorable," Em argued.

"He looks like a bunny rabbit. My son deserves something better than his first snow picture making him look like prey."

"What if it's only for a few minutes?"

Dave tightened his arms around her and breathed in the clean scent of her shampoo. "One picture. No more. I don't want my son growing up robbing banks."

Em rolled her eyes. "Okay."

"What time is JJ bringing back Mia?"

"Around six. She took the kids to see Santa Claus at the mall."

"Brave woman."

"Well, she is a federal agent, so she should be able to handle a crowd of screaming children."

"Cara, we're trained for capturing serial killers, not mob control. We are going to owe her big time when she gets back."

"Perhaps. Should we go get the tree when Mia comes home?"

Dave stroked her back lovingly. "Why not? Until then I have a way to keep us entertained while the baby sleeps and the other child is away."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, did you ever hear 'Dave Rossi's Twelve Days of Christmas'?"

Em chuckled. "No. How does it go?"

"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a kiss with her pretty set of lips," he sang softly and dipped his head to kiss his wife.

"Oh," Em breathed. "I think I can like this version."

Standing up, Dave swung her into his arms. "On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a wanting look with her beautiful set of eyes." He nuzzled her neck and relished in the way her pulse quickened.

"Dave, what are the odds of getting to the bedroom before the fourth day?" Em asked. Dave whispered something in her ear. She laughed sensually. "Well, when you put it that way… keep singing."

Carrying his wife out of the nursery, Dave Rossi thought about his sleeping son in the bassinet, the daughter on her way home from seeing Santa, and the loving wife in his arms and realized that not only was he a lucky man, but that it was never too late to believe in the miracle of the season and the power of love.