On the fifth day of Christmas...
Baby's First Christmas (HRG/Syalr + baby!Noah)
They were both standing outside the baby's door. Gabriel was peeking inside, still wearing an apron and a smudge of flour was on his cheek. Gabriel turned to look at Noah, who smiled and reached out to brush the flour off. Noah slipped his arm around Gabriel's shoulders.
“Are you sure you want to wake him?” he asked, not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy.
“Noah, it's his first Christmas,” Gabriel answered, as if this explained everything. Gabriel then entered the bo- their son's room, Noah reminded himself. Their son, Noah. Gabriel had been insistent on the name, telling him that once a man named Noah had saved his life. Gabriel has wanted the boy to grow up to have the same chance of being equally as great.
Gabriel lifted the child from his crib and gently rocked him awake. Baby Noah opened his eyes, wide and bright, just like Gabriel's. The boy smiled and clutched tighter at Gabriel. Noah walked over and gave his son a kiss on the head. The three of them walked downstairs to sit by the Christmas tree. It's brightly colored lights dazzled baby Noah and he seemed content.
Gabriel looks over at Noah. “You know, it's not just his first Christmas. It's our first Christmas together as a family. I want it to be proper, give him the things we never had as children,” he quietly explained to Noah. Noah nodded, understanding. Gabriel wanted the boy to have parents who were there and who supported their children.
Noah suddenly flashed back to his first Christmas with Claire. Sandra has insisted on having a real Christmas and if Noah wasn't there, so help him God. The morning had been going fine, baby Claire eagerly tearing off the wrapping paper, when the Company had called. Noah had to leave his family and attend to his job. This time around though, he wasn't going to make the same mistakes. He didn't want to lose another family.
Lost in his thoughts, Noah hadn't noticed Gabriel moving until he was right in front of him. “You are going to be a great father. You already are,” he said, putting his hand on Noah's arm. Gabriel bent over and scooped up baby Noah. The boy reached out a tiny hand towards Noah and Gabriel gave him to Noah. Noah looked down at his son and he knew he couldn't stop the single tear the escaped his eye.
“Merry Christmas, Noah,” he said to the baby, and the three of them embraced. He knew raising the baby would be tough, but he knew that with such loving parents, everything was going to be just fine.