It snowed all night, so the Christmas Day morning greeted you with a fresh, fluffy layer of snow piled up on the windowsills, and intricate patterns painted on the glass with frost. Sun peeked from behind the clouds, making the snow sparkle with glitter. Warm sunlight crept into your bedroom, and caressed your face, waking you up gently.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you stretched out slightly, but you were barely able to move. And that was because you were sandwiched between two very sleepy men. Soap was sprawled like a sun-warmed cat, one arm slung over you. Roach tucked himself close on the other side, warm and steady, hand resting on your hip.

Soap was the first to awake. “Mornin’, beautiful… and beautiful number two.” he snickered quietly.

Roach let out a soft grunt, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

“Ignore him. Merry Christmas.” Soap kissed your nose. “Oh! It’s Christmas day! Last one in the living room makes breakfast!” he exclaimed, already scrambling out of bed, sheets tangling around his legs as he bolted. Right… presents.

Roach used the opportunity to shower you with some uninterrupted kisses, before he ushered you out of bed first. Clearly, he stalled behind, to be the one who makes breakfast. That was how Roach showed affection — quietly, through actions.

In the living room, Soap was already sitting cross-legged on the floor, in front of the tree. He was holding a box with your name on it, clearly excited for the gift exchange. This year, unknowingly to you, Soap and Roach coordinated their presents for you. You were in for quite a surprise.