Christmas - 10 years later
"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! Its Christmas!" Their four year old, Julian Sloan announced. He hoped up onto their bed and began jumping up and down, effectively waking up his parents. Callie groaned as she opened one eye and squeezed them tightly closed. Mark yawned and sat up, he ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the blue-eyed, brown-haired boy, pulling him into his arms.
"Merry Christmas, Buddy" Mark placed a kiss to his son's dark locks and hugged him close.
"Merry, Christmas Dad!" the young boy exclaimed. Mark released his son and looked over at his still sleeping wife.
"Why don't you go wake up your sister, we'll be right down, bud"
"Kay!" the little boy shouted and dashed out of his parents room and down the hall toward his sisters.
Mark leaned over and pushed the hair out of his wife's face. "Wake up, baby" he said softly. Callie stirred and flipped onto her back and smiled up at her husband. Mark leaned down and lightly touched his lips to hers. Callie wrapped her hand around his neck and deepened the kiss, she playfully nipped at his lower lip and ran her tongue across it to soothe the pain. Mark dug his fingers into her dark mane and moaned against her lips. They were tugged out of their heated session by their four year old son.
"Mom! Dad! I wanna open presents!" he demanded.
Mark chuckled and pressed his forehead against Callie's, "Merry Christmas"
"Merry Christmas" she replied. They quickly got up and threw their robes on and made their way to the living room. Their son was hopping around and jumped when he saw his parents. Mark walked over to their daughter, who was now the age of 9 and placed a kiss to her forehead. Abigail Sloan was a clone of her mother. She had Callie's big brown eyes, her raven-colored hair. Another thing she had inherited from her mother was the fact that she didn't like her sleep interrupted, so when her brother came barging into her room, the only thing stopping her from doing anything was the fact that it was Christmas.
Callie walked over to her daughter, who seated on the couch and plopped down next to her. She ran her fingers through her daughter's hair and kissed the side of her head. "Merry Christmas, Mija"
"Merry Christmas, Mami" her daughter replied with a yawn. Callie gently rubbed her daughter's back as she watched her son dive into the presents under the tree.
The Sloan family spent the entire morning, unwrapping gifts, sipping on hot cocoa and sharing the time as a family. After two hours of non-stop family time, they all headed back to their bedrooms for a much needed nap. Callie's parents were arriving later in the day for the Christmas party that Mark and Callie got roped into throwing once again. Callie shed her robe and climbed back into bed and under the covers. Mark stood at the doorway watching as his wife found a comfortable spot and began to drift off to sleep. He shed his own robe and climbed in behind her, wrapping and arm around her waist. Callie clasped her hand with his and brought it tight around her. Mark kissed the side of her head and sighed in happiness.
"Yeah, babe?" she asked, feeling herself begin to drift off.
"I love you"
Callie felt a smile upon her lips, she intertwined her fingers through her husbands, "I love you, too."