King of my heart

Lead up to Christmas

A/n: Just a heads up there is going to be some *spice* in this chapter, you have been warned. I will indicate using *** to show start and end if you don't want to read, but it isn't too intense if you know what I mean. 

It was now only 15 days until Christmas and Charles and I were busy decorating the house, much to my resentment. I had never been one to celebrate Christmas for several years now, as it always proved a difficult time for me with my family and all of the drama that followed. But this year I would be spending time with Charles and his family so I was trying to be more optimistic and not such a Grinch for once. I had to admit that I was actually having a bit of fun this time, although I still had a long way to go before I would be on Charles' level. He had written a long list of all the activities that he wanted us to do together before the 25th which included ice skating, a cold plunge in the sea, christmas karaoke, baking cookies, a gingerbread house decorating competition, and skiing in the Alps. That was only a small section of the list, so I knew that we would definitely be busy completing all of these crazy activities. 

"Do you want to make some christmas cookies after we've finished decorating the tree?" Charles asked me as I was hanging a few gold baubles around the tree. "Uh, yeah sure." I replied quietly, trying to focus on where I should hang the next one. "Are you ok? You don't seem that enthusiastic." he approached me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. "I'm fine I promise. Just not used to this Christmas spirit yet." I replied with a small laugh, trying to make light of the situation. "What do you mean? Have you never done Christmas before?" he questioned, spinning me around so we were facing each other. "Uh well as you know my family at home is kinda complicated. So... Christmas was just never a time I looked forward to, I would mostly just hide in my room or go out for long walks in the woods to avoid hanging out with them. It was just easier. This is the first Christmas I've celebrated properly in 5 or 6 years now." I told him sincerely, trying not to dampen the mood completely. "Oh, well I hope this isn't too much for you. I don't want you to feel overwhelmed or make you feel like I'm forcing you to do stuff you don't want to do." he said as his left hand cupped my face and he placed a kiss on my forehead. "No it's ok. I'm starting to like it you know. I think you're helping me to get my Christmas spirit back." I whispered, a small smile creeping onto my face as I thought about how much I loved him. "Well in that case, I'm going to help you as much as I can... Starting with putting the star on top of this tree and then we are going to bake some cookies." he told me before kissing me firmly on the lips. 

He then spun me around and crouched down to put me on his shoulders. He gave me the star from the box of decorations and then walked closer to the tree so that I would be able to reach. "There! It looks amazing." I sighed in content as we admired our hard work, after Charles had put me back down. He placed a kiss to my temple as his arm wrapped around my shoulders to pull me closer to his chest. "And now... COOKIES!!!" he half-shouted from excitement as he ran into the kitchen, pulling me along with him. 

We started by getting all of the ingredients out of the cupboards as I searched up some good recipes which would be easy enough for us to follow. Whilst I was cracking the eggs into a bowl, Charles was trying to figure out how to use the scales so that he could measure out how much sugar, flour and butter we would need. "You really are stupid." I sighed in amusement as I pressed the 'on' button and the scales lit up. "Hey, I'm not stupid! I was just admiring the scales. They are very beautiful you know." he tried to lie. "Oh my god, that is the worst lie you have ever said Char! Really? 'I was just admiring the scales, so beautiful'." I imitated his accent and silly excuse as tried to not die from laughter. Charles just looked at me absolutely bewildered, not knowing how to defend himself anymore. The next thing I knew was that he had thrown a handful of flour at me, covering my hair and clothes in the powdery substance. "You have got to be kidding me! Not this, again." I laughed as a mischievous grin appeared on Charles' face, and I could tell that he was trying to stifle a laugh. "Oooppss" he shrugged his shoulders in amusement. "Oh you are so paying for this Lord Perceval!" I said sternly as I made a quick lunge for the bag of flour, causing Charles' expression to suddenly change realising what I could do. I grabbed a handful out of the bag and threw it at him, specifically targeting his hair as I knew it would be a nightmare to get out. The next thing I knew is Charles was chasing me around our apartment, thankfully the bag of flour had been left in the kitchen so that we would still be able to use it later. I tried to block him getting to me by hiding behind one of the sofas but he was too smart and simply climbed over it before I could escape.