*picture isn't mine* It's recommended to read my fanfic on Born To Make History if you want this short story to make sense. 

The worst thing about being a parent #2080510: Christmas Day.

Anna kicks our door open, running towards our bed and jumping on top of us to wake Viktor and me up. I yawn as Anna grabs Viktor's collar and shakes him violently, and that eventually snaps him up. Viktor's eyes open into the world as he looks confused. "What is Anna doing on our bed, Yuri?"

"It's CHRISTMAS!" She states, nearly falling from the bed as she runs to our closet and throws our robes into our faces. "Santa is here! Go, go, go, go!" I roll my eyes as I slip my feet into my reindeer slippers as Viktor fetches the camera. While were getting ready, Anna jumps up and down with her elf shirt and a content look on her face. Her hair was a mess and it looked like she didn't sleep at all, but well, it's Christmas.

Once she got tired of waiting for us, Anna grabs my hand and Viktor's and drags us down the stairs. Viktor nearly drops the camera in the way. We land on our first floor as Anna takes a look at the tree. It radiates the Christmas lights we forgot to turn off-damn, we'd get charged for that greatly but around the tree was a circle filled with Christmas presents. 

I could see stars in Anna's eyes.

She ran towards the present and looked at those who said her name. In the meanwhile, Viktor and I took the time to congratulate some of our dearest friends merry Christmas. Yurio nearly killed us for waking him and Otabek. Phichit was already up and was having dinner with his girlfriend and Chris didn't answer, probably slept in.

"This one is for you, Daddy!" Anna says, walking towards me with a red-wrapped present. I looked at Viktor and he, behind Anna, smiles mischievously as he turned on the camera. I didn't give him a present and he bothered to give me one. I smile nervously as I take the gift from Anna's tiny, pale hands. She smiles at me and pressures me to open it. 

I sigh and take the green ribbon from the wrapping carefully. I then take each individual tape from the wrapping and then, tear it up. Inside there is a box the size of a shoebox. It's not big, but whatever Viktor got me, it was heavy. I take the box out from the red wrapping paper and open the box carefully. 

Viktor smiles next to me. "I hope you like it."

"Like it?" I gasp, taking out the photo album. "Viktor, I love it."

"What's that, Daddy?" Anna asks, stumbling towards the couch and sitting down next to me. 

I show her the photo album and start turning the pages. There were pictures with long lost friends. Phichit, Yurio, and Otabek, JJ, Chris-there's plenty of pictures here. There was one when Anna was a little girl running around the house with her ladybug costume. There was another when she just recently got her. Thousands of memories reawakened in my mind. I forgot Anna met Makkachin. I forgot how devastated she was when he passed away. 

There were other pictures before Anna. Like when we got engaged in front of La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. Viktor had placed pictures of us skating together, apart, or watching each other skate. It was like living my life again, watching that photo album. There was also fragments of our family. 

"That's pretty." Anna acknowledges, then leaps out of the couch only to shriek frantically, "Santa ate the cookies. Daddys! SANTA ATE THE COOKIES!"

"That's great, sweetheart," Viktor says, interlacing his fingers with mine. He leans in and whispers, "What will we do when she realizes he's not real?"

"And that I slept around three hours just to see her smile?" I answer. I rest my head on Viktor's shoulder as Anna takes out one of her gifts 'Santa' got her. Anna takes out a Makkachin stuffed animal and screeches in happiness, then clutches the stuffed toy close to her chest and hugs it. She's only six, she believed in anything and loved everything. 

After the commotion of Santa visiting Hasetsu disappeared, Anna rests on the couch and starts playing with her toys. Viktor and I clean the dishes Santa used to eat his cookies and his reindeer. Anna insisted that, since everything was about Santa, the reindeer didn't have any food to eat. 

"Santa probably feeds them while he's on his work," I say to Anna in Christmas Eve. 

"Yes, but if we don't feed them Santa will think I've been a bad girl." Anna thinks, pouting. "Just one carrot, Daddy, please?"

The reindeer also ate. 

Which meant Viktor had to eat a bad carrot at the middle of the night and try not to barf while he swallowed the piece. I was too busy drinking the milk and the cookies my mom gave me, Mari, and everybody of the family celebrating Christmas. Since those plain cookies weren't enough for Santa-at least, Anna thought so we spend the afternoon decorating my mother's cookies with red and green glitter for Santa. 

Christmas was tiring for parents, yet a wonderful day to see their kids that happy.

"Now, I'll have to wait for the Easter Bunny," Anna says as the TV shakes with loud noise and flashes it almost hurts my eyes. "What candy do you think he'll give me? Do we have to leave something for him like carrots?"

"NO MORE CARROTS!" Viktor says from upstairs that makes me laugh. Anna looks puzzled, but she continues to insist we should leave something for the bunny to eat. 

"He's the Easter Bunny, sweetheart," I say, smoothing down her mess of a hair. Anna hasn't done anything but opening her presents and playing with them. "I bet he has thousands of chocolates and candies to eat while he's giving us too."

Anna nods, then dives into her room for god knows what. The girl is a mystery. We spend the rest of Christmas slumped against the couch with popcorn a little bit of alcohol for Viktor and I and Christmas movies blaring across the screen. It was Anna's first time watching Home Alone and she loved it. We also watched some Christmas Specials like from that show she loves to me and in every single one people just practically sang. 

But I enjoyed having the two people I loved the closest to me. 

Around eight, Viktor and I had our eyelids closing on us and the ground was swaying under our feet, but Anna acted like she was injected with adrenaline. It took both of us and a couple of promises for her to go to sleep, but nothing would do it.

"I'll go to sleep if I sleep on your bed." She says, jumping on her own. "I like it better and it's much cozier than mine and it has a TV! Yes!"

"Anna, Viktor and I will sleep there," I tell her, trying to calm the beast down. "Honey, where else would Daddy and I sleep?"

"How about on my bed?" Anna suggests, stepping aside to show her bed. "You'd fit perfectly!"

"No, sweetheart," Viktor says, walking towards her when Anna started to cry and scream and thrust her arms demanding to sleep in our bed and if not, she'd continue to shout like this. 

I, as a parent and an adult, would certainly not allow a toddler to drive me around and influencing my decisions to where I would sleep.

In the end, the three of us slept in our bed. Anna in between Viktor and I.