"Baby?" I ask, stepping into the kitchen and closing the door behind me.

It's Christmas eve and you wanted to host it this year since it's our daughter's first Christmas.

You had invited your family who you have a really complicated history with, I noticed how stressed you became from the minute you invited them.

You invited everyone early november and your mum and sister have been calling you multiple times a day, all the way up to Christmas. Most times I did the answering because you were busy with a five month old.

We also invited my family, but Gemma had plans with her husband's family and my dad didn't want to come because my mum would.

We made it through dinner and desert before you excused yourself to the kitchen.

I walk over and gently coax you up on your feet as I wrap my arms around you.

"Don't worry about them, it's just for the evening baby, they'll be leaving again tonight" I whisper against your temple as I press a few kisses to your forehead as I rub your back.