Okay this is a really bad one that I gave up after two paragraphs but figured I might as well finish it so it's short and shitty

I think I'm gonna make another Christmas oneshot tho

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There were shrieks and screams and I groaned, covering my ears. I felt the body of a small child fall on top of me, shaking and clinging to me.

"Wake up! It's Christmas!" Bandit shouted. "Santa came!"

Frank sighed beside me, rubbing his eyes. Our three daughters jumped together on our bed and I bit my lip.

"Girls, settle down," Frank mumbled.

I yawned, stretching while Frank wrapped his arms around me.

"Go sit on the stairs and we'll be there in a minute," Frank said.

The girls scrambled out of the room and I sighed as I sat up.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom then grab Miles, he should wake up any minute now," Frank said.

He went to the bathroom and I sighed, stretching again. It was about five in the morning on Christmas day and I was so tired. Frank and I had stayed up late wrapping all the presents and setting them up around the tree. I used the toilet after Frank was done before I went downstairs.

The girls were all squealing happily as they looked at all the presents around the tree. I smiled as I sat on the ground by the tree and Frank soon joined me with Miles on his hip.

"Alright, stockings first," I said.

I handed each of them their stockings and they eagerly searched through them, giggling happily at everything in there.

"Here's yours, Miles," I said.

Frank helped Miles with his stocking while our son cooed, gnawing at everything he could get his hands on. I chuckled softly, resting my head on Frank's shoulder. He smiled, holding my hand.

"Can we go to the presents now?" Lily asked.

I looked and saw the contents of their stockings spread out on the ground, each item thoroughly examined.

"Alright, first one is for you, Cherry," I said, handing her her gift.

We went through, opening all the presents until we were finally done. The girls played with their new toys while Frank stood up.

"I'll make breakfast," he said. "You wanna feed Miles."

I nodded and took him from Frank. I set him into his high chair and grabbed a jar of baby food. Miles cooed happily as I fed him.

"Daddy, Daddy, can you open this?" Bandit asked, running to Frank.

"Go ask your dad, I'm busy, you don't want burnt pancakes," he said.

Bandit came running to me and I helped to open her doll. She went back to play with her younger sisters while I kept feeding Miles.

"What time are we going to your parents' house?" Frank asked.

"At three," I said. "Did you remember to get Mikey those pants?"

"Yeah, I barely remembered," he said

"Okay good, then I think we have all we need," I said. "I think I have to wrap a couple of Rowan's gifts."

"We get to see baby Rowan?" Bandit asked excitedly.

"Yes we do," I said. "And Auntie Kristin told me that she was very excited to see you."

Bandit clapped her hands happily and Miles copied her. We all sat around the table, the girls all practically inhaling their food as fast as they possibly could so that way they could get back to their toys.

"Bandit, stop it, you're going to choke," Frank scolded when Bandit tried to fit an entire pancake into her mouth.

"Daddy, can you pretty please cut my pancakes for me?" Lily asked.

I nodded, pulling her favorite Elsa plate closer to cut her pancakes into little pieces for her.

"I hope Uncle Mikey got me a bike," Bandit said.

"You just got a bike for your birthday," Frank said.

"Yeah but I want a banana bike like Julie from school has so that way Lily or Cherry can ride with me because they aren't able to ride bikes on their own yet," Bandit said.

"Maybe we can find an extra long bike seat to put onto your bike," Frank said.

She nodded, taking a big scoop of her hashbrowns. We finished up eating and the girls didn't waste a second before they ran off the mess of the living, which was filled with ripped wrapping paper and empty toy packaging boxes.

"Alright, little guy," I said, letting Miles sit on the ground on a blanket with some of his toys in front of him for him to play with. "I love you."

I kissed the top of his head and he cooed happily, watching me as I walked away to where Frank was putting dishes into the sink in the other room. I smiled, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

"Thank you for the book," I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You like it?" Frank asked nervously, turning around in my arms. "I-I wasn't sure if you would like it but I heard it was a really good book. I know it's not usually the genre you read but it seemed pretty interesting and--"

"I love it," I interrupted. "And no, I'm not just saying that. I really do think it's interesting and I can't wait to start reading it."

Frank smiled, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"And did you like my gift?" I asked.

"Yes, I loved it, you know I can't resist a good vinyl," he said. "But I can't wait to give you the rest of your gift later."

"Rest of my gift?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him curiously.

Frank smirked and gave me a kiss. I smiled, pressing him back against the counter.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he replied. "So, you wanna top or bottom tonight?"

"Top," I said, giving him a kiss.

"Good," he said. "I'm gonna go grab a shower before we head out for your parents house."

I nodded, giving him one last kiss before he walked upstairs. I sat down on the floor in the living room, watching my kids play with their brand new toys. Miles looked over at me, crawling a few inches before sitting down on the floor again. He held his arms up and I smiled as I picked him up, sitting him on my lap.

"Hi there, sweetheart, we're gonna get you into a cute little outfit to go see Grandma and Grandpa," I cooed.

I kissed his cheek and smiled happily.

"Alright, shower is open if anyone needs it," Frank said as he walked in, his hair damp.

"I think we're okay, we showered yesterday," I said. "I'm just gonna give Miles a quick bath."

I carried Miles upstairs to the hall bathroom, putting some water into the tub before I undressed him and set him in. Miles played with his bath toys happily while I got him cleaned up.

I wrapped him in a towel when he was all done, carrying him to his room. I got him into a clean diaper and set him on the ground. I dressed him into his little off-white colored sweater and a pair of tan pants.

"Look at my handsome little man!" Frank cheered when I walked downstairs.

He kissed Miles' cheek and our son gave him a big, toothless little grin back.

"I'll go get the girls dressed," Frank said.

He took the girls up and I went to my bedroom, setting Miles on the ground. I got dressed into a pair of black slacks with a white button up when Frank walked in.

"Which tie?" I asked, looking in the mirror as I held up a red tie in one hand and a green in the other.

"You wear the red and I'll wear the green," he said, taking it from my hand.

Frank put on his own similar outfit: black slacks, grey button up, dark green tie.

"The girls are ready?" I asked.

"Yes, they're downstairs packing up the toys they want to bring into their backpacks," he said. "I'll go get them in the car if you wanna grab the presents?"

"Alright, that sounds good," I said.

Frank gave me a soft kiss, pulling me closer by my tie.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered.

I giggled happily as he picked Miles up before leaving. I fixed my black hair in the mirror before grabbing the basket of presents, getting it into the car as snow blew at my face. I hurried into the car, brushing the snow off me.

"Yay! We're going now!" Cherry cheered, clapping her hands.

Of course all four children fell asleep within five minutes of the car ride and left Frank and I in peaceful silence with only the sound of Christmas music playing softly over the radio.

"We should take the kids ice skating tomorrow before you have to go back to work in two days," I said. "We can go to the pond that's frozen over."

"That sounds great," Frank agreed, reaching over to hold my hand. "Are the twins big enough?"

"Yeah, They should be," I said. "And I can ask my mom tonight to babysit Miles."

We got to my parents house and saw Mikey and Kristin with little baby Rowan, who was only a few weeks old.

"I don't know how you manage four kids at once, I feel like just one is hard enough," Mikey said.

"Practice I guess, sometimes they run me up the walls," I said.

We sat around opening presents again and eating until it was late and we were at home. Frank carried one twin on each hip, both half asleep to their room. Miles was sleeping in my arms and Bandit was on my back, whining sleepily. We put each child to bed and I took Frank's hand, giggling as I pulled him to the bedroom, locking the door before I pushed him down onto the bed.