Who is the monster ? (Damian Wayne X Reader )

Bonus 8

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrated it !!!

You gave me the perfect gift !

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Damian's pov:

Today was Christmas. Y/N was in my arms, a blanket wrapped around us, laying on a carpet, in front of the open fire.

Through the windows, we were watching the snow falling and covering the ground of white. I looked toward the right, looking at the Christmas tree. A pile of gifts wrapped in colourful gift paper were placed around the trunk.

I put my chin on her shoulder, feeling her warmth against my chest. I kissed her cheek. She turned her head at the same moment, our lips meeting. We kissed passionately. She turned completely, wrapping her arms around me neck. Chest against chest, lips against lips, I didn't want this to stop.

We broke the kiss to breath. I pressed my forehead against her.

"Do you want to open your gifts?" She asked.

"Father and Alfred aren't here. An unexpected meeting at Wayne Enterprise."

She pouted. "The day of Christmas? "

I nodded. That was the price of being a Wayne.

She stood up, letting the blanket falling to her feet.

"Okay, but I can't wait anymore. I just want you to open my gift now. I think it's better if you open it before they come back." She finally said.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking teasingly. "What can that be? "I asked.

She smiled. Swaying her hips playfully she walked to the Christmas tree and grabbed a little parcel.

She came back and sat on my laps, straddling my thighs. I covered her with the blanket again, to create a cocoon of warmth.

She gave it to me, biting her lower lip lightly. I teared off the red gift paper. It was a rectangular box. I opened it.

I grabbed what was inside, my eyes wide open. I looked up at her, gapping.

"You- you- " I stammered.

She nodded.

"Are you happy ? " she asked almost anxious.

The gift still in my hand, tightly hold, I hug her. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek.

"I'm the happiest man in the world Y/N, thanks to you" I whispered.

I kissed her with passion.

My hands went to her neck to deepen the kiss. The gift fell on the floor, next to us.

The gift – a white t-shirt with the writing: I'm the perfect dad.