I heard laughter come from the inside of the house. I unlocked the door, slipping inside. My boyfriend of a year and a half, Spencer, sat on the floor with his black pug, Cleo.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked with a smile. I set the groceries down on the kitchen table, hearing Spencer's laugh recede to a giggle.
"Hey babe! Come look at Cleo!" He said.
I turned and headed back into the living room. Looking at the pug, I could see my silly boyfriend had put a set of reindeer antlers on her head. Poor dog.
I laughed and sat down next to him, crossing my legs criss-cross-applesauce style. "Cleo, is your daddy being silly?"
"She looks cute!" Spencer defended.
"She does." I agree. I pull the antlers off of her, watching as she scratches her paws against her ears and head. "Poor girl."
I pick the pup up and hold her, petting her. "Your dad is silly, isn't he?"
Spencer scratched Cleo's head for a second before getting up. "Hey, at least I didn't wrap her up in wrapping paper and put a bow on her head!"
I laughed and set Cleo down. I got up and followed Spencer into the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner?"
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After dinner, Spencer and I sat on the couch with some eggnog. Cleo sat down in between us, sleeping. Christmas movies played on the TV in front of us.
"I love you." I heard Spencer whisper.
"I love you, too." I replied.
"Oh, no, not you. I was talking to Cleo." Spencer admitted.
"Fuck you." I scoffed jokingly.
"I'm kidding! You know I love you!" Spencer said. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap, disturbing Cleo.
I giggled. "I love you, too, you dork."
Spencer grinned and kissed me. I kissed back, then drew back as I heard my phone buzz.
Looking at it, I realized it was midnight on Christmas Eve, turning from the 23rd to the 24th.
I chuckled and cuddled into Spencer. "Merry Christmas Eve." I muttered, slowly drifting off to sleep.
"Merry Christmas Eve, (Y/N). I love you."
