[Dangerous era]
"Michael!" I burst into his room with a grin, "It's Christmas morning!"
He bolted upright, almond eyes wide open, "Christmas?"
"Yes!" I smacked him with a pillow as he laughed, taking my hand to pull him up.
"I've never celebrated Christmas," he thought in a quiet voice.
"I know, that's why you'll never forget this," I promised, kissing his blushing cheek and dragging him with me to the living room.
"Woah," he breathed, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he stared with sparkly eyes at the massive tree in one corner, "This is gorgeous," he mused, long fingers reaching out to touch the leaves, leaving a soft smile on his face before looking down underneath, "Gifts?" he gasped with joy, trying to reach out and grab one, but my hand on his arm caused him to back off.
Tsking, I pointed at a box below, "Decorations come first."
He cheered, clapping his hands enthusiastically together as I felt my heart burst with happiness.
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"Michael, how on earth did you get your head stuck in your grandfather's stocking?"
He shrugged. I continued to pull at the red garment.
So far the tree was sparkly and splendidly bright, and his eyes twinkled even brighter as he hung up each stocking on the fireplace. I had left him before I had gone to check on the food, and was stunned to see that sight. The mistletoe and garlands were already long hung up.
He dusted his hands, before giving me an adorable smile, "Can I open my presents now?"
"Of course," I giggled, "We both can."
He made a dash for the gifts, ripping each wrapping like a cat would rip a couch.
The sight was heartwarming as he opened each and every one of his gifts with a happy laugh, the warmth seeping through my body.
"Now open mine," I pushed a huge box his way.
Prying it open, he let out a gasp, "Oh, baby," he let out a small cry as he snuggled into me, "Thank you, God, you're incredible," he whispered, clutching onto the oil painting I made of us under a christmas tree, rocking us gently.
"Look," he gasped soon, pointing up.
A mistletoe I don't remember hanging up was shining.
Softly embracing me, he sweetly kissed me, and for the first time, I heard these magical words, "I love you, so much."
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Fanfictiona collection of very short and sweet scenarios/imagines i used to come up with on instagram. now i write them here only. all eras included. no sexual content included (though sometimes i hint at sexual activities) enjoy! ig: was @comegetmethighs @go...
