Christmas Morning
Niall: “Don’t scold me baby, it’s Christmas!” he whines as he reaches for the tray of cookies from last night, you sigh and hand them over, letting him have his poor excuse for a breakfast as you move to put the disc into the player. Having gotten to eager and opening all the presents late last night, you both settled for cheesy holiday movies and hot chocolate when you woke. So when he has his fill of cookies, setting down two mugs of the warm cocoa he prepared, he curls up under the covers around your body, and settles in for the day.
