It could have become a tradition for you to be single every Christmas at this point. Your family, of course, always nagged at you for it in general. Having the whole family at the Christmas dinner, picking at you for not having a 'special someone' this year.

And of course, it was the same this year. Your mother sighed. "No boyfriend again this year? Maybe we should just start setting up suitors for you." She said, half joking, everyone else chuckling. And that's when you all heard the front door open and someone walk in.

"Sorry im late, beautiful." Leon walked into the dining room with a bouquet of flowers, walking over and kissing your cheek.