Prompt: "Santa's handwriting looks suspiciously like yours."
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: None. This is pure fluff. The fluffiest of fluff.
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The bright light from the window woke you up. Even though the grey curtains covered most of the light, one single line of sunshine found its way to your face.
You opened your eyes slowly to see new sightings. The walls in the room were painted grey, and you could see multiple spider-man figurines on white dressers.
Suddenly, a strong arm tightened the grip around your chest. You could feel the warmth from the body next to you. Your eyes met some chocolate brown eyes, as you turned around. Tom's curly hair covered most of his forehead. His eyes were tired and his lips were adjusted into a smile. He slept without a shirt, so his refined muscles were clearly visible. Even though you had seen the sight before, you couldn't help but feel your heart beat faster.
"Mornin'," the sleepy boy mumbled. He kept his gaze on your lips before he pulled in and gave you a light peck. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm," you hummed as an answer. His arms were wrapped around you as he pulled you eve closer to his body. "I love you." you smiled sleepily.
"I love you so much, darling." he placed his head on your shoulder as he whispered into your ear. "Every time I wake up next to you, I feel like I'm falling in love over and over again."
You were about to pull in and give him a kiss until someone barged through the door. "Agh, finally! You're finally awake. C'mon let's go! It's time to open the presents!" the youngest Holland exclaimed.
You gave Tom a quick kiss before getting out of the bed. Tom groaned at the loss of your body next to him. Pulling on some sweatpants and Tom's sweater, you were ready to go and meet the rest of the Hollands.
Tom, however, spent most of the time clutching the duvet. "Babe, come back!" he groaned. Fully dressed, you grabbed his arm as you dragged him out of the warm bed.
"It's time to wake up, handsome." After finally pulling him out of the bed you began to dress him. It was like a sacred ritual. You knew Tom was not a morning person, so you had to woo him to wake up every day. And that consisted of countless kisses. Then you would help him put on clothes while he slumbered.
"I'm going to brush my teeth and get you some eggnog," you said when you were done. You headed to the door when Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you to his chest. You gazed into his warm eyes before pressing your lips to his cheek. "Come down when you're ready." At that moment, you left Tom smiling to himself in the dark room.
You were welcomed by the family members of Tom when you entered the kitchen. The entire room was covered in the smell of freshly made gingerbread and eggnog. The scents of Christmas made you grin.
