you and Johnny had two kids, both adopted but you loved them dearly, this year was going to be their first Christmas. they were currently in bed as you and Johnny both prepared Christmas stockings, gifts that you’d wrapped lay piled under the tree, smiles on your faces as you shown eachother your handiwork with trying to get stuff to fit inside the stockings.

“ay, these wee things are sae fiddly sometimes, no?” he said with a pout, his hands trying to force some fuzzy Christmas socks into the already overflowing stocking, a look of determination on his face, his smile beaming as he finally got the pair of socks in, he was obviously proud of himself. “how’s that eh, leannan? I’m a wee bit chuffed with myself’, bein dead honest.” he said as he held up the stocking, looking for your seal of approval, his smile only getting bigger as he planted a kiss on your cheek