Someone asked me to do a part two of this where Greg wakes up and finds Morgan still there. I thought about it a lot and came up with this. Also thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love all of you and it completely makes my day when I see reviews. I'm one of those people that can't accept compliments easily, but when someone I don't know tells me something nice, I really believe it, so thank you all so much.

Here is part two, fresh from the desk of a twelfth grade nothing.

Enjoy!

Greg opened his eyes as he felt someone getting onto the bed. Morgan gave a small moan as her sleep was disturbed. He quickly closed his eyes and forced the smile off of his face as he pulled her closer to him. She buried her face in his neck and wrapped her fingers in the soft, white tank top he was wearing. He wrapped his arms a little tighter around her and breathed in her scent. She smelled like pine and cookies, compliments of the late night decorating and baking the night before. The small weight that had been added to the bed crawled over the thick blanket towards them. He felt a small finger poke his cheek.

"Daddy, Daddy wake up. Daddy, it's Christmas morning," a small, quiet voice prodded. He feigned ignorance.

"Daddy," the voice moaned slightly, sounding exasperated.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, trying his hardest not to smile. He felt a small body lay down on his side. Small lips pressed against his cheek.

"Please wake up Daddy. I've been really good this year and I want to know if Santa came." He couldn't say no to that.

"Oh, do you want me to get up?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes, Daddy!" she laughed. He sat up, letting go of Morgan and wrapping his arms around the little girl. She giggled as he pulled her down beside him and started tickling her.

"No, Daddy, stop it!" she squealed. He laughed and plopped back down beside her.

"Why don't you wake up Mommy?" he suggested. She giggled again and her bright blue eyes shone with joy. She turned to wake up her mother and he stifled a laugh at her light brown hair which was sticking up everywhere. She kissed Morgan on the cheek. Morgan smiled and opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Claire," she sighed.

Claire giggled again and jumped off the bed, running down the hall to her room.

"She's certainly a little bundle of energy." Morgan shrugged.

"Yes she is." Greg grinned. He looked over at his wife and couldn't believe he had gotten so lucky. Seeing her laying beside him with no makeup and her hair tangled and messy, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. As their daughter came sprinting back into the room, he couldn't have kept the smile off of his face if he had tried.

"Come on, Daddy!" she pleaded, tugging on his arm. He laughed.

"Give me five minutes," he said.

"Fine," she huffed, grinning. She ran back to her room once more.

He let his head thump down on the pillow as he thought back to that night six years ago.

"I'll be here when you wake up," she said, kissing his cheek. She figured it was probably a mixture of shock and alcohol when he only gave a little murmur to show that he had heard her before closing his eyes. His breathing deepened and evened out. She had just gotten up to turn off the TV in his living room when he called out to her.

"Morgan?"

"Yes?" she answered softly.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered. He closed his eyes again and laid his head back on the pillow.

"Merry Christmas, Greg," she said, smiling softly.

He had woken up the next morning with a pounding in his head. He had looked around and wondered if she was just a dream before his eyes had settled on the lump under the blanket next to him. Her blonde hair was spilling out from under it and she was snoring softly. He laughed. She had woken up slightly before seeing him. She had grinned.

"Told you I'd be here," she had said.

"Yes you did." He'd nodded. He had then pulled her closer to him and kissed her soft lips. She had leaned over him, her long hair falling around her face and creating a sort of halo around her.

They had stayed in bed for most of the day, just enjoying each other's company.

He groaned as he pushed himself up off the bed. He grabbed an old tee shirt and walked around the other side of the bed. He leaned over and rested on his elbows beside Morgan. She looked over at him.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too, sweetie," she smiled.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyebrows crinkling in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she sighed.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit…off."

"Well, I guess I can't hide anything from you, Mr. CSI guy," she said sarcastically.

"So what is it?"

"Honey, I have a Christmas present for you, but you can't have it yet." She grinned. He lifted his eyebrow questioningly.

"You're gonna have to wait about seven more months for it."

"Wait…does that mean – are you – pregnant?" he asked, his eyes going wide. She just smiled.

"Oh my God," he said, stunned. His brown eyes connected with her blue eyes and she could see the excitement and the slight fear there. It was like when she had told him that she was pregnant with Claire.

She heard the door close as Greg came home from work. She walked into the living room as he plopped down on the couch. He was sitting with his legs apart and his arms at his sides, and his head was resting on the back of the couch. His eyes were closed and he looked exhausted. She stood in front of him and knelt down, putting her hands on his knees.

"Greg."

"Mmm?" he moaned, not opening his eyes.

"I need you to stand up, honey."

"Mmmm." He frowned. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up.

"Can I just go to bed?" he moaned. He pouted at her somewhat, causing her to smile. Not many guys can pull off a pout, but he certainly could. She continued holding his hands.

"There's something that I wanted to tell you," she said.

"What is it?" he asked, tilting hid head to the side. She decided to just come out and say it.

"I'm pregnant." His eyes snapped open wide.

"What?" he asked. "You're – what?" he stuttered. He looked alarmed.

"Greg, we're going to have a baby."

"I'm gonna be a dad."

"Yes, yes you are." She squeezed his hands.

"I'm gonna be a dad." He was panicking, she could tell. He was starting to hyperventilate.

"Greg, honey, it's okay."

"What if I'm not good enough?" he asked, worry clouding his features. "What if our kid doesn't like me? What if – what if –"

"Greg," Morgan interrupted his stream of fears. "You are going to be an amazing father. Our child will love you, and nothing will ever change that." She put one hand on the side of his face.

"Everything is going to be just fine."

Sure enough, it was. From the second he had seen her, Greg had been wrapped around her little finger. When he had held her in his arms, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her. He was a natural when it came to parenting, something she figured came from his refusal to ever really grow up. She reached over and ran a hand through his soft, silky, brown hair.

"You okay?" she asked. He looked into her eyes again and took a breath. He grinned at her and scooped her up out of the bed. She yelped in surprise and laughed as he spun her around.

"I'm better than okay!" he laughed. "We're having a baby!" She saw tears of joy in his eyes.

"Daddy, put Mommy down," Claire said from the doorway. "It's been more than five minutes." He laughed at their daughter's impatience ("just like her mother") and set Morgan down on the bed. He turned and scooped up his little girl and spun her around. She giggled and held on tight to his neck.

"Come on, Daddy, Grandpa's gonna be here soon!" she laughed.

"Then I guess we should get started on breakfast!" He grinned. He slid her onto his back and carried her downstairs piggyback style.

He was going to be amazing with their children no matter how old they got.

She thought back to that night six years ago and wished she'd told him how she felt sooner. But it didn't matter so much, because every Christmas since had been, amazingly, the best Christmases of her life. She was with the man she loved, and she knew that they'd always have each other.

So I almost always hate my endings. It's just something I've accepted at this point.

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3/20/2014 - Again, I have updated my grammar mistakes and fixed what I thought needed to be fixed.