TW//Blood, self consciousness
*Ryan's POV* (2k+ words)So here it is, Merry Christmas
Everybody's having fun
Look to the future now
It's only just begunThe music sounds quietly in the background, the Christmas Songs of all time vinyl (a/n: I just made it up lol, dunno if there's actually one) playing in the record player in the living room, creating a beautiful and peaceful atmosphere.
It also complements all of the decorations.
There are ornaments all over the house, colorful or plain color lights hanging everywhere, Santa's in every corner.
Let's not even start with the Christmas tree, holy damn, when he said we should get a big tree, I didn't know he meant the biggest we could possibly find.
But I get it, our house is big and a normal sized tree would swim in the living room by itself. So I don't mind, it looks stunning.
(A/N: Something like this, just not as big as this one, that'll be crazy;)
Also I love the sight it brings every night.
Lights off, only the little lights on the tree illuminating the place. Brendon playing the piano, —which it's a smooth black, clean looking grand piano— his fingers dancing gracefully over the keys, so passionately pressing every one of them, creating a magical melody.
And every time I watch this —either from sitting on the sofa or in the stool besides him— I fall in love all over again.
It's a sight almost as great as the day, the day we got married. Seeing him walking towards me on the aisle with his dad by his side, wearing a black tux with a white little flower in the front pocket, hair done perfectly.
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