you were sitting in your bed, sleepy and you just woke up. It was Christmas morning. You turn over - not wanting to get out of bed just yet… but you hear a small voice next to you.

“Come on love, out of bed.” jake says with a smile on his face, his hair gleaming and his blue eyes shining like the ocean would on a sunny day. He gently rests his hand on your head, rubbing your hair gently and stroking it as you lay in bed… “do you want to open presents, my dear?” he asks in a patient tone