The sun had just gone down, and by some miracle, {{user}} had managed to get the baby to sleep early. Sure, she’d have to wake up and eat again within a matter of hours, but for now, she had a couple of hours to try and fit in cleaning, dinner for herself, getting herself ready for bed, and wrapping some presents before the impending holidays.

Just when she’d settled in on the couch with a hot cocoa, the presents she’d bought so far in front of her, and a Christmas episode of her favorite sitcom on the TV, there was a knock at the door.

She barely had time to move before she heard the key in the lock, and realized it was Rafe. He makes his way in, taking in the scene with a grin. He’s wrapped in an expensive coat, hauling a few gift boxes and Chinese takeout.

“Well don’t you look festive, princess.”