"Good morning sunshine." Thomas leaned down and gently kissed Newt's cheek. He didn't move, just kept snoring softly.
"Newt, wake uuuuuuup." Thomas nudged him. Newt mumbled something.
"Newt!" Thomas whisper-shouted.
Newt opened his eyes. "That's not a nice way to be woken up."
"I tried twice before." Thomas looked at him with innocent eyes.
"Try again." Newt closed his eyes and rolled over so his back was facing Thomas.
Thomas sighed and rolled his eyes. Then he draped an arm around Newt's waist and pressed his chest against his back.
"Baby," he whispered, "it's Christmas Eve day." Then he peppered light kisses on Newt's neck. "Wake up please."
Newt groaned and rolled over to face Thomas, arm still around his waist. "Good morning love." He mumbled sleepily into Thomas's chest. "That was better."
"Thank you." Thomas kissed the golden head. "Wanna get up now?"
"No."
"Oh c'mon, Minho will be here in a few hours, we gotta clean the kitchen."
"The kitchen can wait." Newt tilted his head up and kissed the underside of Thomas's jawline.
"Oh that's your plan, huh?" Thomas tilted his head down so their lips met.
They shared passionate kisses before a phone started ringing.
"Goddamn, that's mine." Thomas sat up and reached for his phone while Newt shifted and lay his head in his lap.
"Yello...hey Min...yeah?" Thomas laughed, twirling Newt's hair between his fingers. "Uh huh...oh my God..." Newt caught his hand and kissed it. Thomas smiled down at him before suddenly frowning. "Oh...oh shit...are you okay? Aw, sugar...yeah...so when will you get here?...oh that's fine, yeah...well, as long as you make it. Newt's getting sick of me." Newt raised an eyebrow. "I will...gimme a shout when you're leaving. 'Kay, bye." He hung up.
"What's wrong?" Newt asked.
"Minho was in a car crash and-"
"WHAT?!" Newt sat up with surprising speed considering he just woke up.
"His car is a fixable mess he said-"
"I DON'T GIVE A BLOODY SHIT ABOUT THE BLOODY CAR!!!" Newt yelled.
Thomas jumped when he yelled. "Newt, Minho's fine. A few bruises and scratches but he's fine."
"Oh." Newt visibly shrunk. "Sorry for yelling."
"It's okay," Thomas squeezed his hand, "you were always the protective mother anyway."
Newt rolled out of bed, annoyed with himself. Thomas could sense something was off as he watched Newt grab his towel. "I'll be out in a minute."
Thomas watched the en suite door close and heard the shower turn on. He sighed and walked to the bathroom door, knocking twice.
"Yeah?" Was the reply.
"Can I come in?"
"Yes."
Thomas opened the door to find a shirtless Newt drape his towel on the radiator. He turned around.
"What's up Tommy?"
Thomas held out his arms and Newt wrapped his arms around him. "What's bothering you, love?" Newt asked softly, stroking the dark hair.
"Something's bothering you is what's bothering me." Thomas said, burying his face into the crook of Newt's neck.
"Nothing's bothering me." Newt frowned.
"Okay, but something's wrong. There's an air of negativity around you." Thomas held his lover tighter.
Newt sighed. "I'm fine, I shouldn't have shouted at you, that's all."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Positive?"
"Yep."
"Are you su-"
"Bloody hell Tommy, I'm fine, I swear." Newt laughed.
"Okay, that's all." Thomas stepped back out of the bathroom. "Don't be too long." He winked as Newt rolled his eyes and closed the door.
"Tommy?"
"Yes sunshine?" Thomas turned around. Newt stood in the doorway, shell shocked.
"When did we get a Christmas tree?"
"I got it a few days ago. Hid it in the back of the laundry room." Thomas winked at him and went back to-
"Are you baking cookies?" Newt asked, walking over.
"Yes, I am." Thomas pecked the blonde's cheek.
"Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" Newt wrapped his arms round Thomas from behind.
A phone rang.
"And that's mine again." Thomas sighed. "Take over the cookies for me."
"I can't bake!" Newt protested as Thomas placed the apron over his head.
"Try!" Thomas picked up the phone. "Hello?...Minho! Are you okay?" Thomas grinned and nodded at Newt. "Yeah...baking cookies, well, Newt was supposed to but now he's trying to hear you...okay." Thomas took the phone away from his ear and put on loud speaker.
"Can ya hear me?" Minho's voice crackled.
"Yes! Minho oh my god, are you okay?" Newt asked.
"I'm fine Newt, really. The car's a different story, though. I won't be able to make it to your place today."
"Ah shuck it. Can ya still come tomorrow?" Thomas asked.
"If you still want me."
"You're coming tomorrow." Newt said with finality.
"Thanks guys." They could hear Minho smiling. "I'll be there around twelve."
"See you then."
"Bye!"
"Bye Minho." Thomas hung up.
Newt turned to him, smiling softly.
"Just us for Christmas then?"
Thomas squeezed his lover's hand.
I like Christmas.
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