AN: A bit of Christmas fluff for you!

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The moment he stepped outside of the bedroom, Gray frowned with the sight in front of him. He walked towards the living room slowly.

Gray didn't care for Christmas since he was a little boy, before he lost his parents and Ur so he stopped celebrating it years ago.

His wife, though, his wife loved Christmas.

Unlike him, she never had a family before so when she got one when she joined Fairy Tail, she finally got reason to celebrate it and she always made a big deal out of it. He was dragged into celebrating it and it wasn't so bad. During their first three Christmas as a couple, Juvia always made sure to balance things out: Gray wasn't as extravagant as she was so she toned it down.

This year, though, it appeared she went all out: it was their son's first Christmas and she wanted to make it count, even if Gris was just three months old.

"Oh, god. What did your mother do this time?" Gray asked the baby in his arms and then looked up back at the living room which was very different from the night before.

The tree they had decorated together a few days before, seemed to have even more ornaments, there were mistletoes around, small Santa and reindeer figurines and lights, red, green and white everywhere.

"What the fuck...?" He muttered to himself.

"Language in front of the baby, Gray-sama." Juvia came from the kitchen, wearing a red and green apron. She walked right to her husband and son, cooing at the baby. "Good morning, my darling." Gris smiled and reached for his mother, squealing in happiness to see his favorite person in the world. She kissed his chubby cheek and then tip toed to give her husband a peck on the lips. "Good morning, Gray-sama."

"Good morning." He answered and then waved towards their living room. "What happened here? Our living room was... normal last night." He raised an eyebrow. "We should turn off all those lights before they give Gris a seizure, I am almost having one myself."

"Juvia couldn't sleep last night after she fed Gris-chan." She shrugged. "She didn't want to stay up doing nothing, she decorated a little."

"No, our house was decorated a little. This looks like Santa threw up here." He looked at her in disbelief when he saw a toy train on the corner, moving around its small trails. "Really? We didn't own any of this before." He pointed out. "You went shopping, didn't you?"

It took Juvia a couple of seconds before answering, unconvincingly. "No."

"Juvia..." Gray crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her.

"Maybe?" She caved after a while.

"Juvia." Gray sighed and put his hand over his forehead. "The house was fine before, why buy all this crap?"

"It's Gris-chan's first Christmas!" Juvia told him. "We need to make it really good."

"He is three months old, Juvia. He won't remember any of this." He pointed.

"I know." She muttered and looked down to their son, the little boy was quietly watching his mother and she smiled lovingly. "We will, though." She glanced back at her husband. "Juvia knows this is a little over the top but... she just wants her baby to feel loved, to know we care."

Gray frowned and stepped closer to her and put a hand on her cheek. "He'll know we care, no matter what."

"Yes." Juvia nodded. "But... Juvia never had anyone who would make a big deal out of Holidays, who would make a big deal about anything at all." Both of them looked down to Gris, whose blue eyes focused on his father and Gray smiled a little at his son. "We both agreed we wouldn't let our child have the childhood we did. Juvia just wants for our baby to have happy memories, like you have and like Juvia wanted to have. I know he won't remember the first time, but he will remember later on so we could practice now."

Gray couldn't really blame her after she explained herself. It was understandable, it really was. Gray wanted nothing else than to see their son have a happy childhood, much happier than both his parents had.

"You really needed to transform our living room into Santa's freaking workshop, though?" He asked with a sigh and Juvia giggled.

"It is a bit too much, isn't it?" She asked, looking at the room.

"A little bit." Gray nodded. "There's... too much of everything." He said. "I don't really mind the house being all Christmassy but maybe we could lose a few of the Santa figurines, some of the reindeer too. And about half of the lights; I wasn't kidding when I was talking about a seizure."

"Can Juvia at least keep baking the Christmas cookies, the gingerbread, the cakes?"

Gray rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid, of course you can keep with those."

"Good because Juvia made some pancakes and she was about to start a batch of cupcakes." She kissed Gris' cheek and gave him to Gray. "Mama will feed you in a minute, baby. Go with daddy for a while." She kissed Gray's lips. "Mama's going to take some of those lights before Daddy gets dizzy."

"Too late." Gray snorted but walked towards the kitchen to settle the baby and himself. "Mama can get a little crazy from time to time, buddy, and I know she will embarrass you a lot when you grow up, but she has her heart in the right place. She has the biggest heart I know, actually, so you and I are very lucky and we can never forget that." He placed him on the carrier of his high chair and the baby lied down and he looked at his father with the same blue eyes Juvia had. "We just have to deal with the crazy sometimes. It's worth it."

Gris' answer was to make bubbles with his spit and Gray didn't look impressed, but he snorted. "Glad we talked." He chuckled and he leaned to kiss his son's forehead. "Now I'll get one of those pancakes your mother mentioned. Another thing about your mother you will appreciate: she is a really good baker."

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AN: Merry Christmas, everyone!