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Chris-tmas

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Jill was curled up in bed, covered in blankets. Her hands were pressed to her stomach, her eyes squeezed shut. "Maybe," she thought. "Maybe if I keep my eyes closed long enough, I can forget the holiday." She just wanted to fall back asleep and stay that way for the next fourty-eight hours. That way, she could ignore the "festive" spirit and the "happy" things. She wasn't happy. Almost three months, Chris had been gone. A more precise time was two months, three weeks, two days.

That did not make for a happy holiday.

Christmas was a family event in which a person could see those they loved and cherish their time. But if the one she loved most wasn't there, what was the point?

She was distracted by a light knock on the door. She didn't open her eyes, just shut them tighter. "Jill?" Claire spoke into the room. Footsteps sounded in a path to the bed. The matress creaked under a new weight, that of Claire sitting on the edge of the bed. "Jill. Sis. Come unwrap your presents." The redhead hated that Chris had left for such a trip just as much as her sister-in-law had hated it. She had taken it upon herself to be with Jill and help distract the brunette from Chris's absence. It was a hard job.

"I don't want to," Jill muttered.

"Please? I want to spend Christmas with my favorite sister-in-law."

Jill sighed and opened her eyes. "No, you don't. She's sad and lonely."

"Well, let me help get her mind off things." Claire brushed the hair out of Jill's face, hoping to persuade her to get up and open presents. "I got her some pretty great stuff."

The brunette sat up and leaned her head on Claire's shoulder. "I don't want any presents." I want Chris.

Claire huffed. "Then keep me company while I open mine." Jill consented and stood, following Claire out into the living room. There, a tree stood, decorated mostly by Claire's efforts (another thing she had to persuade Jill to help with). Around it's base were many presents, all wrapped in colorful paper. Most were one solid color, while a few had little snowmen on them.

Claire sat Jill down on the couch before kneeling by the tree. "Let's see who we get," she said, reaching into the pile. She pulled out a small one, solid green in color.

"That's Chris's," Jill muttered. "He wraps the stuff for me in blue and I wrap his in green. Yours are red." Claire frowned and looked up at Jill. The woman was sitting on the couch, staring toward the window, her hands folded over her stomach.

Claire reached into the pile and pulled out a gift she had gotten for Jill. "Well, this is to you from me." The brunette took the gift without a word, wanting to get the whole day over with. After she unwrapped it (a bottle of perfume), she gave a small smile to Claire.

"Thank you."

Claire opened one of hers next. It went back and forth until all that were left were Chris's presents and the few Jill had yet to open. One that was still wrapped was a very large blue one. It sat underneath a few presents, but Claire took them off. "C'mon, Jill. One more and I'll let you go back to bed."

Jill sighed and slipped off the couch to the large gift. It seemed half as big as the tree and she wondered what Chris could have gotten her that took up so much room. She tore the paper half-heartedly. A cardboard box was on the other side of the blue. She nearly had a heart attack when she opened it. Sitting cramped inside was none other than Christopher Redfield himself. He stood and stretched.

"Hey, Jillybean."

She just stared at him. Her crystal blues were wide and round as she tried to understand that he was actually there.

Once she did, she launched herself at him. She covered his face in kisses and tried not to sob as he wrapped his arms around her. "Chris!" she managed to get from her lips. "How--?" But she didn't really care how, at that moment. Her tears were smothered by his shirt. "Don't leave again, Chris. Don't leave!"

He ran a hand through her hair and held her close with one arm around her waist.  "Shh, I'm not gonna leave again."

"You can't, Chris, you just can't!" Her sobs increased in strength and she didn't bother to try and stop them. "I can't go through this alone anymore!"

"Jill... Go through what?" He pulled away and looked her in the eyes.

She didn't hold the answer back, but said it through tears. "I'm pregnant!"

He was suddenly speechless. He didn't need words, though. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close. His nose buried into the side of her neck and he inhaled. He had missed her sweet, spicy scent. "I'm home..." he murmured. "I'm staying."

Claire had been watching the scene off to the side, eyes wide. Jill was pregnant? How could Claire not have realized that? She was usually so observant. But she didn't want to interrupt the two. She sat down and realized how lucky they were. Her brother and his wife had started a family (though it was most likely unintentional) and loved each other with no bounds. Claire felt lucky just being there at their reunion. How many could say they had seen two people who truly loved each other meet again after seperation? The redhead sat back and watched them.

"How long?" Chris asked in a soft voice.

"Three months," she answered. "A little over, actually." She helped him step out of the box. "You're my favorite Christmas present."

"More like Chris-tmas," Claire said from her spot on the couch.

Jill gave her a smile. "Wanna keep handing out presents?" Chris sat on the couch and Jill took his lap. One large hand of his settled on her stomach. "I'm feeling much more festive."
Sorry this is late.
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