Time Period: Post-"Secundus 2" Notes: And we end this card on a bit of fluff. Chester's born November 5th, so yes, he wouldn't exactly be truly conscious of his first Christmas. The mention of the snow possibly being vanilla ice cream is a callback to Day Five of "A Week of Secundus Christmas" (http://docsgirl.livejournal.com/707732.html#cutid1) -- every year, Flint makes it snow ice cream all over the town. Victor is very much in favor of this. XD Anyway, onto the sweetness (uh, no pun intended).
“Look, Chester! It’s snowing!” Chester gurgled in his little bundle of blankets. Victor chuckled. “Yes, I know,” he said, leaning over his son. “You’re not even two months old yet. All you care about is when the next meal is coming.” “No, I think he cares about more than that,” Alice said, joining them at the window of the nursery. “He also cares about getting his diaper changed on time.” “Yes, true.” Victor looked out at the white flakes drifting down outside his window. (Actual snow, or vanilla ice cream? Either was acceptable to him.) “Still, he doesn’t know what snow is yet. Or that it’s Christmas tomorrow.” He looked back down at the newborn. “Your first Christmas, and you don’t even know it’s a holiday,” he said teasingly. Chester reached up a tiny hand to him. “He doesn’t have to know,” Alice said, giving him a finger to grasp. “It’s enough that we know.” She looked over at Victor with a smile. “Our first Christmas as three, not two.” “Yes, I--” Victor stopped as he saw the tears in her eyes. “Alice? Are you all right?” he asked, immediately concerned. “I’m fine,” she whispered, blinking rapidly. “I just – for years, I thought I’d never have a family Christmas again.” Victor nodded slowly. “Well, now you are,” he said, leaning against her. “In fact, you’ll have so many, you’ll probably get sick of them by the time he’s eighteen.” Alice laughed and kissed his cheek. “I could never. I love you, Victor.” “I love you too, Alice. Merry Christmas.”
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dreaming of a white Christmas: Baby’s First Christmas
Date: 2012-04-03 02:47 am (UTC)Notes: And we end this card on a bit of fluff. Chester's born November 5th, so yes, he wouldn't exactly be truly conscious of his first Christmas. The mention of the snow possibly being vanilla ice cream is a callback to Day Five of "A Week of Secundus Christmas" (http://docsgirl.livejournal.com/707732.html#cutid1) -- every year, Flint makes it snow ice cream all over the town. Victor is very much in favor of this. XD Anyway, onto the sweetness (uh, no pun intended).
“Look, Chester! It’s snowing!”
Chester gurgled in his little bundle of blankets. Victor chuckled. “Yes, I know,” he said, leaning over his son. “You’re not even two months old yet. All you care about is when the next meal is coming.”
“No, I think he cares about more than that,” Alice said, joining them at the window of the nursery. “He also cares about getting his diaper changed on time.”
“Yes, true.” Victor looked out at the white flakes drifting down outside his window. (Actual snow, or vanilla ice cream? Either was acceptable to him.) “Still, he doesn’t know what snow is yet. Or that it’s Christmas tomorrow.” He looked back down at the newborn. “Your first Christmas, and you don’t even know it’s a holiday,” he said teasingly.
Chester reached up a tiny hand to him. “He doesn’t have to know,” Alice said, giving him a finger to grasp. “It’s enough that we know.” She looked over at Victor with a smile. “Our first Christmas as three, not two.”
“Yes, I--” Victor stopped as he saw the tears in her eyes. “Alice? Are you all right?” he asked, immediately concerned.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, blinking rapidly. “I just – for years, I thought I’d never have a family Christmas again.”
Victor nodded slowly. “Well, now you are,” he said, leaning against her. “In fact, you’ll have so many, you’ll probably get sick of them by the time he’s eighteen.”
Alice laughed and kissed his cheek. “I could never. I love you, Victor.”
“I love you too, Alice. Merry Christmas.”