Nick just demolished the Christmas tree. You were angry at him for doing so, but it was hilarious to watch. You helped him up and sat him on the couch.
"You're cleaning it up," You told him, going and getting him a bandaid for the small cut he had. You placed the bandaid on his arm and softly kissed the spot.
"Do I have too?" He whined.
"Do you want to have Christmas?" You growled. Nick nodded. "Then clean it up."
You left to go get some food for the both of you for dinner, as neither of you could cook. You just hoped Nick would take care of the mess.
You got you both two boxes of Papa Johns pizza, despite your favorite personally being Little Caesers, and you drove back home. When you got inside, holding the warm boxes of deliciousness, you noticed that the lights were off all throughtout the house besides one spot.
You set down the boxes in the kitchen, not turning on any lights. You walked into the living room to see the Christmas tree all fixed. Since not many bulbs were broken when Nick ran into it, most were stillon the tree. The star, too, placed carefully on the top. The tree looked like nothing had touched it at all.
You squealed and ran up to Nick, wrapping your arms around him. You hugged him tight. He laughed and hugged you back.
"You fixed it!" You cheered.
"I'd do anything to make you happy," He said, looking down at you. You looked up at him and kissed him.
Needless to say, both the tree and pizza were forgotten that night.
