You and Rimbaud were newlyweds, having married in the fall. Now, it was winter, nearing Christmastime. He had begged you not to spend your hard-earned money on him, but you didn't listen. that's why you found yourself gift wrapping some warm clothes to help with the constant cold he felt due to his medical condition - anaemia.

Rimbaud was out on a mission and wouldn't return for a few hours. To keep yourself busy, you prepared food, baked cookies, decorated for the upcoming holidays, and did basic housework.

Soft Christmas music played from the radio station on your phone. Christmas wasn't too far away, it was mid December.

"All I Want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey played for the third time today, and you couldn't help but worry about Rimbaud. It was cold outside, he was always cold - even without the added chill of the snow.

holidays had always been difficult for your love, and it wasn't uncommon for him to curl up to you for warmth when you were dating, you could do nothing but hope he still does that, its cute as fuck in your eyes.