𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝘅𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

「 chapter eleven  」

{a/n}: so sorry I haven't updated!  I ended up getting super caught up in school work, I apologize!

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  "Spence, I need your help!" Y/n's words rang throughout the house, all the way to the bedroom where Spencer was lying on the bed, rereading an Allen Edgar Poe book for what was probably the two-hundredth time.  Usually these words would send the man racing through the hallway, past the large wedding photo elegantly framed on the wall, and stumbling over the dog toys strewn about the floor.  However, he purposely took his sweet time setting his bookmark into his book, and then carefully setting the book down onto the night table beside him as not to disturb the mug sitting beside it, which was filled to the brim with coffee.  He slipped his feet into some slippers before sauntering down to the living room.

  Walking into the room, he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his wife holding up a lit star, her tip-toes struggling to help her hands reach the top of the Christmas tree.  He takes note of the way that she tied her hair back into a loose bun on the top of her head, faintly remembering the way it hung down to her breasts no more than an hour ago.  This was their first Christmas together as husband and wife, so naturally, Y/n wanted to go all out with the decorations.  Y/n didn't even have to turn around to know that Spencer was staring at her- it was a skill she had developed over the course of their five-year relationship.

  "Are you gonna help me, or would you rather just stare at my butt all day?" Despite the fact that she had teased him like this even long before they began dating, a rosy tint still surfaced across his cheeks and nose, just like it did when they first met.  He had soon learned that showing his nervousness only led to more teasing, so he had to learn how to tease her back.

  "Actually, I was just observing the way that you can't even reach the top of tree, despite being on your tip-toes." Playfully rolling her eyes, Y/n planted her feet on the ground as she made her way to him, never breaking eye contact.  She slung her arms around his neck, the star hung loosely between her fingers.  Rather than her leaning upward to meet him, Spencer leaned down to connect their lips.  However, Y/n quickly broke the moment by unhooking her arms and taking a step back, causing Spencer to furrow his brows.

  "That's just a taste of what you'll get after you help me put this star up." She winked before dropping the star into his hands, watching as he became flustered.  Sighing, he mumbled a tiny "fine" before moving to put the star up.

  "These tree lights are burning my retinas." He complained as he plugged the star into the string of lights furthest up the tree.  Y/n chuckled, watching as he set his arms to the side and admired their work.  "There, are we done now?" Not hearing a response, Spencer turned around to see Y/n hiding something behind her back as she walked toward him.

  "Close your eyes." His eyebrows furrowed.

  "Y/n, what are you-"

  "Just close them!" Sighing in defeat, Spencer closed his eyes as he shifted uncomfortably.  He could faintly hear some type of noise resonating from above him, but nonetheless kept his eyes closed.  After a few more moments, Y/n broke the silence.  "Alright, you can open your eyes." Doing as she says, he tilts his head up and notices mistletoe- which wasn't there before- hanging from the ceiling.  Before he can process what's happening, Y/n pulls him down to her level into a gentle kiss.  Their lips move together in perfect harmony, and after a while they break the kiss to get some air.

  "Now we're done." Y/n grinned.  Spencer wasn't a Grinch of any sort- it's just that Christmas wasn't his favorite holiday.  But as much as he doubted it, he knew he would decorate every tree in the world if it meant he could see her smile.

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