Quacked Lurker states that I am not Butch Hartman, and I do not own any copyrights. So, Danny Phantom is someone else's, as is the original published FIREFLY BOOK quoted in this one-shot.

Madaline Fenton stepped back and viewed the last addition in decorating the living room. "What do you think, Jasmine?" the young mother asked her almost twelve month old daughter.

Jasmine crawled off her red-and-purple blanket and grasped the teal pant leg. Slowly, but steadily, the toddler pulled herself upright to a standing position and studied the tree. A huge smile showed off the baby-teeth as Jasmine shrieked in delight.

Madaline laughed as she swooped down to catch her child before young Jasmine could fall down. "I agree, it's perfect!"

Still holding Jasmine, Madaline walked up the stairs into the master bedroom. "Time for bed. Tomorrow is a special day. Do you want to know why?"

Jasmine cupped her hands over her mouth. Nonsensical sounds emerged, as she tried speaking, but couldn't.

Madaline sat on the edge of the bed. She took one hand and gently touched the end of her daughter's nose. "That's right, sweetie. Tomorrow is the first day of December."

Mother and daughter were loud as they prepared to snuggle under the blankets.

They were both sound asleep thirty-five minutes later, when Jack Fenton trudged up the stairs and to bed. He smiled and kissed his wife's cheek. The two females were so adorable, trying to wait up for him. "Happy Birthday Jazz," Jack whispered as he placed a flat-present-complete-with-bow, in Madaline's hand and carefully picked up his only child to place in the crib at the foot of the bed.

Morning light warmed the house and warmed the room before the young child blinked her eyes and spied the present still clutched in mother's hand. "MaMa, book!"

The carefully enunciated words woke both Fenton parents and removed all blurry eyes. "Jack, she said her first sentence!"

Jack grinned. "Aren't you going to read the book to her, Madds?" He asked.

Madaline mocked glared at the father of her child. "Of course I am." She stood up and picked up Jassmine. When both were comfortably sitting in the rocking chair downstairs by the fireplace, Madaline took the bow off the paper-back book. "Love You Forever, Written by Robert Munshe, Illustrated by Shelia McGraw." The first page was turned. " 'A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

" 'I'll Love you forever,
'I'll like you for always,
'As long as I'm living
'my baby you'll be.' "

Madaline Fenton did not notice her husband recording the scene as she read the book to her daughter. Neither parent paid any attention to the smiles that threatened to break their faces in half.

A year passed, and the last day of November was very similar to the previous year. With one major difference. An almost two-year old Jasmine was sitting and watching her baby brother kick his legs in the air. In her hands was a stained and torn book. While mommy and daddy argued about which ribbon and lights to put on the tree first, Jasmine carefully opened the book and read the words to her baby brother. At the end of the story, she promised, "As long as I'm living, my brother you'll be"