Prompt: Dilmer Christmas with their kids after like 5 years or something.

Demi

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight." I whispered, watching Luca and Mia's eyes close as the book came to an end. Beside me, Wilmer kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear.

"Finally, now Santa can come to town."

I chuckled, "That sounded a lot more sexual than I think you meant it to be."

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, "Either way... I'm good."

I leaned back into his chest as we watched our sleeping five and four year olds, "I love my life." I whispered, then tilted my head back to look up at him, "And I love you."

"I love you too Hermosa, and I love everything about the life that you've given me." He pecked my lips then let go of my waist, exchanging it for one of my hands and leading me out of the room. He began kissing my neck and groping my butt as soon as we shut the door and I stifled a laugh as I kissed him back and we practically ran to our bedroom. As soon as Wilmer kicked the door shut we were stripping down and groaning into each other's mouths, gasping for air between kisses. In another instant, Wilmer was on top of me, my hands roaming his body, feeling the muscles of his abdomen, and his back then to his arms. He was always so strong, mentally and physically. As we both kicked off our remaining clothing Wilmer slowed down and looked deep into my eyes, kissing me gently.

"I love you."

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair as I searched his eyes, "I love you too... Merry Christmas, my love."

"Merry Christmas Demi."

I giggled and bit my lip, "Are you ready for your present now?"

His eyes ran over my naked body, "Definitely."

~*~

"IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAAAAS!" Was what woke me up the next morning, a chorus of tiny voices and in the next second, weight jumped onto my back.

Wilmer let out a groan and pulled the blankets over his head as I snuggled into his side and pushed my face into his armpit, "Go away."

"Momma!" Luca cried, "Get up! Get up! Santa comes! Santa comes! There's pwesents!"

I smiled at his eagerness, and the adorableness of him trying to say presents, "Mommy and Daddy need to sleep a little more."

"Nooooo!" Now I heard Mia, "You gots get up now! Santa Cuas!"

Wilmer chuckled and lifted the blanket away from his face, "Go get your teeth brushed and wash your hands."

They both ran out of the room, giggling and pushing each other and I sighed, worming into Wilmer's body, "Why did we have to have two of them?!"

He laughed and kissed my temple, "All the better to annoy you with, my love. It's not my fault you spoiled them this year."

I shrugged, "I couldn't not spoil them, I love them too much."

Wilmer kissed my neck gently, sending shivers up my spine, "Well you certainly spoiled me last night."

I giggled, "You were rather urgent with the wrapping paper, you owe me a new shirt."

"I'll buy you a thousand shirts if it means last night can happen a thousand times." He whispered, his mouth still pressing tiny kisses on my neck, "You're amazing."

I rolled my eyes, "I think you're love drunk."

He shrugged, "So send me to rehab."

I hit his chest and sat up, "That's not funny."

He snickered and stood up with me, "Yes it is and you know it. Now let's go get our little monsters and go rip apart some presents."

The kids loved everything we got them, and took particular delight in re-ripping the wrapping paper and wading through the piles of ribbon. Eventually, Wilmer and I got to our presents that we got each other after they both sat in the piles of toys, tinkering with them.

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Valderrama." Wilmer murmured, handing me a Harry Winston jewelry box. It had become somewhat of a tradition to give each other something from there.

I smiled and handed him his own box from the famous jewelry store and smirked a little as I leaned it to kiss him, "Merry Christmas Mr. Valderrama... I love you."

We both opened our gifts and Wilmer lifted the watch I bought him out of the box, "Wow... that's gorgeous baby."

I shifted closed and raised an eyebrow, "There's an inscription." I used my hands to turn his around, "To my husband, my rock, and my once-in-a-lifetime love, I promise to you, everyday of forever." My voice was quiet, but I knew he heard me. Even the laughing kids didn't break the moment. I smiled softly, "Always."

He blinked a few times, then looked up at me, "I don't even know what to say."

I cupped his cheek and leaned in, kissing him gently until he responded with more passion, craning his neck as I pulled away, laughing. I jerked my head towards our children who were running around trying to find new things in the wrappings.

"We have little ears and little eyes." I warned, but kissed him again. "And it's time to open the present from them..." I handed him a box, then smirked and looked towards Mia and Luca, "Hey guys, daddy's gonna open his present now!"

They both squealed and ran over, Mia plopping herself in Wilmer's lap to watch while Luca smiled up at me from my lap. "Yay! Daddy open it!"

I raised by eyebrows at her, "What do we say to daddy?"

"Merry Christmas daddy!" They both said together, and Wilmer kissed both of their head before ripping away the paper.

It was a large contraption, with twelve picture frames. Mia and Luca each had a sonogram picture, a picture of them in the hospital after they were born, and a recent picture. But in the last column, was just a sonogram, the other spots empty.

Wilmer stared at it for a second, then looked up at me with a shocked expression, "Is this....?"

Mia pointed towards the empty slots, "This is for the new baby in mommy's tummy that the bird put there!"

Luca frowned at my stomach, poked it, then slowly got off my lap looking doubtful, "There's a baby in there?"

I slowly nodded, keeping my eyes on Wilmer's face, "There's a baby growing in there."

"That's weird." Mia said, and went back to playing with Luca.

Once they walked off Wilmer finally spoke, "You're pregnant?"

I smiled and nodded, tears in my eyes as I put a hand over my stomach, "Merry Christmas daddy."

He dropped to his knees in front of me and put his hand on my stomach, an awestruck smile on his face, "We're having a baby?"

I knelt down with him, cupping his cheeks, "Yeah Will, we're having another baby."

He shook his head and smiled up at me, "Wow..." Suddenly he was kissing me, his hands delicately holding my face in my favorite kind of kiss. The kind that he only did after he found out I was pregnant. I had gotten this kiss twice before, and now here it was again. It was like he was afraid of breaking me, his hands stroking my face like it was made of glass. It was a fragile kiss, but one that I never wanted to end. Eventually though, Wilmer pulled away and smiled at me.

"I love you so much."

I smiled and hugged him tightly, pushing my face into the divot of his chest, "I love you too... every day of forever."

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