Christmas Gift

The Ultimate Christmas Gift

I sleepily opened my eyes when I heard the hated sound of the morning alarm. I grumbled as I tried to shut the annoying sound up. I found my phone and turned of the alarm I had set for some reason. I looked at the blurry screen for a minute before giving up and snuggling back under the covers. The image that popped up was just a tree. What did that even mean? My sleep fogged mind couldn't come up with the answer, so I chose to just ignore it. It probably wasn't that important anyways.

I was almost asleep when I heard my phone go off again. Now irritated I hit the dismiss button without really looking at it. I started grumbling into the warm body next to me about stupid alarms. Said body rumbled with a deep laugh. I look up at him, confused as to why he's laughing.

"I told you that you wouldn't want to wake up at six in the morning." He said with a teasing tone as he fixed with a smile.

"Wake up at six in the morning for what?" I questioned him and yawned.

"For the Christmas presents." He said slightly amused.

I continued to look at him confused. Something about that sentence set a small alarm off in my head. Like I should be doing something right now. I slowly sat up and he followed, watching me with amusement as tried to get my brain working.

"Christmas presents?" Suddenly everything made sense. A wide grin broke across my face. I shot strait out of the large bed in child like excitement. "Right, the presents! Come on Vanya! Lets go see our presents!"

"You know, the only presents we are getting are from each other." He reminded me as he slowly made his way out of the bed, taking his time to stretch.

"I know that! I'm just-" I quickly covered my mouth and ran to his bathroom.

I threw up last nights cooking. I was used to this by now, so I was waiting for it to be over. Ivan, on the other hand, was panicking slightly. He was done on the floor by me, rubbing my back. After a few moments I was done. I gratefully took the paper cup that was handed to me. After a moment when I deamed my self good my excitement came back ten fold.

"Come on. Those presents aren't going to open themselves." I told him as I pulled him off the floor.

"Alfred, you just got done puking. The presents can wai-" I cut him off with a kiss. "Did you just try to shut me up with a kiss?"

"Yes, now lets go." I said pulling him out the room.

"Fredka *kiss* you need *kiss* to rest. What *kiss* if you *kiss* are sick?" He tried saying in between kisses. I kissed him again. "Will you stop that?"

"No!" I said with a slight pout and kissed him again. "Now you sit here and I'll go make the hot chocolate."

I darted into the kitchen and quickly made the cups of hot coco. I added whipped cream, marsh mellows, and a few chocolate sprinkles. A small tradition with me and my brother. A cup of coco every Christmas morning, before opening the presents. I took the delicious drinks onto the living room and sat down next my big teddy bear.

"Here you are love." I handed one to him. He grabbed it and took a small sip.

"It is good."

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Do you want to open my present first or do want to open mine first?" He asked me as he put both boxes on the table.

"I'll open yours first." I told him with a small smile.

'Mine is going to be a lot more interesting.' I thought to myself. I opened the box to see a small card sitting on top of another. I read the carefully hand written note and almost started crying.