Blue Christmas

Chapter 8

"Merry Christmas!" Clay murmured softly, blinking the sleep away from his eyes and pressing a gentle kiss to George's forehead. An incoherent protesting mumble of some sort was all that George could manage, burying his face further into the crook of Dream's neck.

"George c'mon, it's nine thirty and Christmas! We gotta get up!" He mussed the mess of brown hair under his chin before gently lifting George up for a second in an attempt to sit up.

"No, stay here!" George whines were muffled as he wrapped his arms tighter around Dream.

"No, we gotta get up, I'll go make some breakfast." Dream laughed, crawling his way out of George's bone-crushing grip.

"Fine, you shower first while I get up then." He mumbled as he curled up into the duvet.

"Okay!" Dream shouted back as he left the bedroom. His heart was swelling with adoration for the other man and he couldn't help the lovesick grin plastered over his face. After a quick wash, brushing his teeth and changing into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, Dream made a start on breakfast. He was scrambling some eggs, belting out "White Christmas" along with the music on the radio when he head the soft footsteps of George padding down the stairs.

"Holy shit, Clay." George's eyes were wide as he took in the sight. The previously-empty space under the tree was filled with presents, large and small, all wrapped in wrapping paper of crimson and gold, emerald green, glittery silver (or what George could assume to be those colours; Christmas was a rather unfortunate time for a protanopic person.). "What the fuck is all this? When... what..?" He was speechless, and despite all that Dream had done for him, it was in this moment he really felt like someone truly cared for him again. Without even thinking he ran over and embraced Clay as tightly as he could.

"My family all got you presents! They insisted, of course, they love you! And that big one over there is Sapnap's, it was tricky wrapping it without you noticing but I made Will distract you yesterday so I could do it quickly without you noticing, and the rest I might have put there when I said I was going to the bathroom last night..." Dream rambled, trailing off as he noticed the tears pricking at George's eyes. "No no no don't cry, I'm so sorry I-" but the apology was cut off with a kiss. It was soft and tender, with all the love of 5 years of pent up feelings.

"I don't deserve you." George uttered, tears streaming down his cheeks, his smile wide.

"No, you deserve more." Dream responded with a gentle laugh, caressing the pale skin of his wet cheeks as he brushed away rogue tears with the pad of his thumb. George just shook his head, looking up in adoration, unconsciously leaning into the touch of Dream's warm hands cupping his face. "I'm just gonna take the eggs off the heat so they don't burn, okay?" He said softly as he left the shorter, who swiftly moved to lay the table for the two of them, something he had become so accustomed to in the short time Dream had been there that he almost did it automatically.

"Here you go." Dream smiled as he placed one plate in front of George, the other in front of his spot at the table. His mouth watered at the sight of the scrambled eggs, bacon, baked beans and toast (his attempt at a full English which, admittedly, was not bad despite the lack of about half of the typical items) that he had prepared and he didn't hesitate to dig in. They ate in quiet at first, both starving and worrying more about finishing off the delicious breakfast before it got cold than starting a conversation, and Dream's mind was fuzzy at the domesticity of it all. It made him all the more exited to move, just to get to experience every single undoubtedly normal moment with George by his side. 

"That was so good! Thank you, Clay." George said as the last morsel of food on his plate had been consumed.

"It was good, wasn't it?"