A/N: So, a few months ago, I felt an incredible urge to watch classics from my childhood, and while I was reading the Waitress fanfic, "The Twelve Pies of Christmas", I was attacked by plot bunnies. So, here you are. Something to cool you all off this summer! For some reason, fanfics I write tend to take place during Christmas…Okay, enough of this A/N stuff. On with the story!

It was Christmas Eve. Shining Time Station had just closed for the day, and Stacy and Schemer were heading home. They couldn't wait for tomorrow. As they stepped outside, they caught sight of something in the air. Snow had begun to fall. Snowflakes fell gently on the ground all over town. Soon, the whole town of Shining Time was covered in a white blanket. It was a beautiful sight, enhanced by the Christmas lights and decorations all over. "Looks like we'll have a white Christmas after all." Stacy declared, marveling at the beauty.

"What better way to close out the year, huh?" Schemer responded as they walked together through the winter wonderland.

The past two years definitely had been eventful for them. During summertime the year prior, Stacy had come to realize that she was starting to see her longtime friend and rival in a romantic light, and he had felt the same way. Once the truth was confessed, they had decided to take the next step in their relationship. He eventually popped the question on Christmas that year, and they got married several months later in May on Ginny's farm. While some thought it was too soon, they knew exactly what they were getting into, since they had known each other for so long. All their family and friends and acquaintances from town were in attendance. Several months later in September, a visit to the doctor confirmed the exciting news that Stacy was pregnant. Their child was due in April. Stacy smiled as she rested her hand on the bump in her midsection, imagining what motherhood was going to be like. Sure, she had her nephews Matt and Dan, but a son or daughter was completely different. A familiar fluttering sensation in her stomach snapped her out of her thoughts. She closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"You okay?" Schemer asked her with concern.

"Yes, I'm fine, but our little one has the wiggles again.

"Schemer rested his hand on Stacy's belly and said to their child, "Easy there, Schemer Jr. I know you love stretching your limbs, but it's taking a toll on your mommy." He turned to Stacy, "He really is a chip off the old me, ain't he?" Ending his last quote with his 'Schemer laugh'

Stacy chuckled to herself, then brought up the topic they had been going back and forth on since her pregnancy was confirmed, "How are you so sure it's going to be a boy?"

"Schemer's instinct, what else?" He answered.

"Would you be disappointed if he was a she?" She asked him.

Schemer thought for a minute. Finally, he piped up, "Nah, I don't think that's something I'd cry over. Either way, it'll be good to have someone carry on my legacy."

"Happy to hear that from you, Horace." She teased him. Schemer gave an annoyed scoff at the mention of his real name, reminding himself to give their child a name he or she was going to appreciate when she got older.

Stacy didn't mind these mini arguments she had with him. They were a part of their relationship, dating back to their first meeting. A few years ago, if someone had told her that she was one day going to be married to the tackily dressed man who gave wrong schedules just to help his business, she never would've believed them.

A short time later, they were finally home, cuddled up on the sofa by a glowing fire, enjoying warm milk with their dinner.

"I can't wait until next year, when we spend Christmas with our little one," Stacy said, a hand on her belly.

"And once our kid is old enough, I'm going to take him to the big hill in the meadow and show him how to sled, like I did when I was little," Schemer declared. "Mommy said she found my old sled when she was cleaning out the attic yesterday. I'm going to give it to Schemer Jr." Stacy smiled at his idea. "In fact, she found a lot of my old things in the attic. I want to see if we could use any of it for the baby."

"We'll take care of it tomorrow after the party!" Tomorrow, they would be spending Christmas at Schemer's mother's house along with Billy and the kids. "But I think we should hold off on outfits just in case our baby's a girl."

Schemer sighed, "Alright, if you say so. But I want to make sure we get my old sled."

As soon as dinner was finished, they slow danced to a song on the radio. After a minute or so of dancing, Stacy let out a yawn and they took that as the cue to go to bed.

So, what do you think? It's not much, but there will be more in the next chapters! As with all fanfictions I write, this one is subject to revisions and will be eternally under construction.