A/n: So I decided to write an epilogue to finish off my fluffiness! It is set a year after the last chapter ends.

Toby stood on his tiptoes peering over the bars. His small hands gripped the white crib tightly. He stared at small baby curled between soft blue blankets.

"Merry Christmas Benjamin." Toby whispered as he placed his tattered teddy in to the small crib.

"Toby what are you doing? Santa isn't going to come unless a certain little boy is in bed." Nellie said from the open door way. Toby jumped and stared at her with wide eyes.

"I was hoping that I could see Santa, tell him that he doesn't need to bring Benny a bear because he can have mine." His voice was small and soft, he looked over at the Benjamin.

Nellie walked over to the crib and plucked the bear from the bed. "He is yours Toby; Benjamin will have his own tabbies." She said handing the old bear back to him. Toby hugged the bear close to him and looked up at his mother. He held up his arms, bouncing softly. She picked him and hugged him closely.

Sweeney strolled quietly past the nursery, peering in to the dark room. "What are you both doing out of bed?" he asked, masking his cheery voice with a harsh tone.

"I came to give Benny a Christmas present." Toby said wiggling from Nellie's arms and ran over to Sweeney's waiting arms.

"Well I think it is time for you to get in bed, you want Santa to come don't you?" Sweeney said carrying Toby back to his room. He plopped the boy down in the fluffy bed and pulled the covers up. "Now are you going to sleep?"

Toby nodded and curled up.

Sweeney returned to the nursery. Nellie sat in the old rocking hair, rocking baby Benjamin softly. She was humming, running her fingers over his small face.

"Don't you want Santa to come?" He propped himself against the doorway, staring at his wife.

"He already has." She said looking down at the baby in her arms.

A/n: the end, it was short and that is how I wanted it. Not it is done.