Disclaimer: Marv Wolfman created these characters.

A/N: In which I procrastinate by writing Christmas-themed oneshots about the Wilson family. Here's some Slade/Addie shippy goodness.

The First Christmas

"You decorated."

Addie turned around on the ladder she stood on, a Christmas ornament in her hand. Slade was dressed in his pajamas, his rumpled hair indicating that he just rolled out of bed. Slade liked to turn in early whenever possible. Addie liked to stay up reading. Whenever Slade was home he would always be up at the crack of dawn.

"Of course."

She turned back to her decorating. Addie had hoped to finish decorating the tree before Slade woke up. She teetered dangerously on the ladder as she tried to put the star on top of the Christmas tree. Earlier today Slade had gone out with a friend to cut down the tree. They were suppose to decorate the tree tonight, but both were too tired from hiking this afternoon. Addie wanted to get something done before she turned in for the night, though.

"You don't mind being out here?" Slade asked. "Up in the mountains...in the snow...?"

Turning her head, she put on a mock glare. "After everything we've been through..."

"I'm kidding, dear."

Sometimes she couldn't tell whether or not he was kidding. Her parents wanted them to spend Christmas at their home, but she insisted that she and Slade wanted to spend their first Christmas together. Slade could be called back to military duty at any time. She wanted to be with him as much as possible before he had to leave. The radio kept spewing news about 'Nam. Bombs. Nukes. So much suffering. She hoped he wouldn't have to go over there.

"I thought you were tired," he said. "It's nearly midnight. You should come to bed."

"I'm fine."

Gently, Slade took the decoration from Addie and placed the star on top of the tree. A towering giant, he easily reached the top of the tree without a ladder.

"Well, you may not be tired, but I'm sure someone else is." His hands slid down over her swollen belly.

Putting her hand over Slade's, she felt the baby inside feebly kick. He held out his hand to her. "Addie, come down."

Taking his hand, Addie waddled down the ladder. She stumbled into his arms as she missed the last step.

"Careful," he said, smiling. "You're not as graceful as you were in the Army."

"Shut up," she snapped, "I can't see my feet with a baby on board."

Any playful anger she had with him dissolved as he continued to smile. How could she be angry with him?

"Well, I can't even begin to imagine," Slade said, "what it must be like. I can only assume that you'll be tired enough for two."

"I don't need coddling," she said. "Besides, I'd rather not sit around like a bum for nine months."

Chuckling, Slade pulled her gently down on the couch. Caught by surprise, she toppled on top of him as they landed ungracefully on the couch. Her hair fell over her face as she placed her hands against Slade's shoulders and pushed herself up.


He wasn't listening. His entire body shook as he laughed. As she pursed her lips in mock anger he calmed down."Sorry, Addie."

"You're not sorry."

"I have a gorgeous woman on top of me. Why would I be sorry?"

"Sometimes you're too much, Slade Wilson."

"You're never too much for me, though." He looked up at her, his steel-gray eyes examining her pretty face. "I can never have enough of you."

She lowered her head and kissed him. Addie sat up. She needed to sit up because of the baby. Slade sat up as well and scooted next to her. Subconsciously, she began to rub her belly again.

"Have you thought about any names?"

"I like the name Grant."

"Grant..." she said, tasting the name on her tongue. "I like that name too."


It was quiet here. Flames crackled and popped. She laid her head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beat. She sat on the couch with her legs across his. Slade snaked his arm around her shoulders and pulled Addie close.

"Have you ever thought about quitting?" she asked quietly. "The military, I mean?"

He didn't answer. Perhaps it was too much to ask on Christmas Eve. But a military man's salary might not cut-it with a baby on the way. She knew this. Slade knew this. Addie didn't want their child to grow up without a father. She asked another question to break the silence.

"Are you going to eat the cookies our kid will put out for Santa?"


His hand rested on her belly, perhaps hoping to feel the child kick again. His fingers softly caressed her, his thumb running over her navel. He never tried to talk to it, like others did, but he cared. The dying warmth of the fire lulled her to sleep. Slowly, so as not to wake her, Slade dragged a blanket from the other end of the couch. He extracted himself from her and gently placed a pillow below her head.

Silly woman. She was too proud to admit that she was tired. He bent down and took off her shoes, carefully tucking her feet underneath the blanket. As he pulled the blanket over her he paused. Slade bent over and placed his ear against her belly. He wondered where its head was, if it could make any noise. He kissed her belly before pulling the woolly blanket over her. Slade cupped her head in his hands and lightly kissed her forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Addie."


And now I have to continue writing my paper. Leave any requests in a review! I'll be posting some more Christmas drabbles.