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2018 Advent Ficlet Challenge: Christmas
Dec. 4th, 2018 08:23 amDay 1: Holiday Decor
"Stephen?"
"Hmm?"
"Stephen, wake up."
"Wha - Tony? Is Peter okay?"
"Were you up all night?"
"Most of it." Stephen slowly sat up on the couch and blinked up at Tony. "Too much?"
"Too much for a Macy's Parade float, or too much in general?"
Stephen shrugged at the lights and the blinking star that sat atop the ten foot tree and the train track he had spent most of the night putting together, not to mention the dozen or so packages stacked under the enormous Fraser fir, then looked down at his feet. "I - uhm. I never -" He ran a trembling hand through his hair, then looked up to find Tony grinning at him.
"It's beautiful, doll-face. Thing is, he's only six weeks old. He won't remember it."
"I didn't really do it for him. Yes, I want to give him everything, you must know that. It's just, I remembered that you once told me that you never had a real Christmas, a tree, or a train - presents to open on Christmas morning, and before I didn't have an excuse to do it, but now that we have Peter..."
Tony sank to his knees in front of him and laid shaking hands on his sharp cheekbones. "You did all this for me?"
"Of course I did. I didn't put on the decorations on the tree, I thought you might want to help do that later, when Peter can watch, or when he's napping, or -."
Tony kissed him lightly, then pulled away and shook his head. "I didn't get you anything, with Peter not sleeping - I completely lost track of what day or month it was, and then last night, he finally slept, and I passed out. I didn't hear anything. I'm sorry -"
Stephen pulled him into his arms and settled them together on the couch, then kissed his forehead as Tony's eyes closed again. "You have nothing to be sorry for, don't you know you are gift enough? You and Peter are all I need. You must know that by now."
"Stephen Strange, you ridiculous man, when did you become a romantic?"
"The day I met you, Tony Stark. The day I met you."
Tony offered him an exhausted smile, then groaned as Peter's howl was heard over the baby monitor. "Oh, god..."
"Shhh, just rest, I'll get him." Stephen untangled himself from Tony then carefully got up from the couch, and headed for Peter's nursery.
"Stephen -"
"Merry Christmas, Tony.
"Merry Christmas, Stephen."
"Stephen?"
"Hmm?"
"Stephen, wake up."
"Wha - Tony? Is Peter okay?"
"Were you up all night?"
"Most of it." Stephen slowly sat up on the couch and blinked up at Tony. "Too much?"
"Too much for a Macy's Parade float, or too much in general?"
Stephen shrugged at the lights and the blinking star that sat atop the ten foot tree and the train track he had spent most of the night putting together, not to mention the dozen or so packages stacked under the enormous Fraser fir, then looked down at his feet. "I - uhm. I never -" He ran a trembling hand through his hair, then looked up to find Tony grinning at him.
"It's beautiful, doll-face. Thing is, he's only six weeks old. He won't remember it."
"I didn't really do it for him. Yes, I want to give him everything, you must know that. It's just, I remembered that you once told me that you never had a real Christmas, a tree, or a train - presents to open on Christmas morning, and before I didn't have an excuse to do it, but now that we have Peter..."
Tony sank to his knees in front of him and laid shaking hands on his sharp cheekbones. "You did all this for me?"
"Of course I did. I didn't put on the decorations on the tree, I thought you might want to help do that later, when Peter can watch, or when he's napping, or -."
Tony kissed him lightly, then pulled away and shook his head. "I didn't get you anything, with Peter not sleeping - I completely lost track of what day or month it was, and then last night, he finally slept, and I passed out. I didn't hear anything. I'm sorry -"
Stephen pulled him into his arms and settled them together on the couch, then kissed his forehead as Tony's eyes closed again. "You have nothing to be sorry for, don't you know you are gift enough? You and Peter are all I need. You must know that by now."
"Stephen Strange, you ridiculous man, when did you become a romantic?"
"The day I met you, Tony Stark. The day I met you."
Tony offered him an exhausted smile, then groaned as Peter's howl was heard over the baby monitor. "Oh, god..."
"Shhh, just rest, I'll get him." Stephen untangled himself from Tony then carefully got up from the couch, and headed for Peter's nursery.
"Stephen -"
"Merry Christmas, Tony.
"Merry Christmas, Stephen."
