Patrick loved watching you. He loved you.

He loved watching you sing. He loved watching you talk. He could listen to you for hours on end.

And he loved, most of all, watching you sleep soundly, peacefully.

He hated ruining that but it was Christmas morning, and while you two didn’t have kids yet, meaning you didn’t have to wake up as early as your friends who now had children, you did promise to attend Christmas lunch at Johnny and Shannon’s.

“Baby,” Patrick whispered. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Wake up, baby. It’s Christmas.”

Snow was falling outside, creating the most picturesque view. Like something from a Hollywood film.