For the past hour I've been making last minute desserts for tomorrow. Like last year, Harry had insisted we hosted Christmas at our place. Which is fine, but some more help would be fantastic. There's only so much the two of us could do.
Sighing, I continue to stir the thick bowl of cookie batter. My arm was about to fall off from the other batches I'd made, but the final product was worth it. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for food.
All of a sudden, Harry rushes into the kitchen wearing a Santa hat. He looks at me as if I'm suppose to react, so I do. "That's a nice hat you got there." I roll my eyes when he gives me a childish grin. There's no way he's an adult. I do love a guy who's not too serious, though.
"I know right. Make sure to set some milk and cookies out for me," he jokes, patting his stomach.
"I'll set out some kale. You kinda need to lay off the sweets, babe," I tease.
He opens his mouth in shock. "I'm taking your presents back to the North Pole, _____."
"I don't care," I say, turning my attention back to the batter.
"Fine." He leaves the kitchen.
END
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