Being a Vaquero meant missing holidays. It was his job, he didn't get many breaks. It didn't mean he missed every holiday. Of course, problems had to be solved but there were times of peace, when guns were lowered and ceasefire occurred.

Rudy appreciated those times. Where he could slip on a fuzzy sweater, sip hot chocolate and maybe carol with some kids. He loved spending time with others on Christmas.

So here he was, watching in awe as you wrapped gifts, however he slapped his hands over his eyes when you labeled the gifts, so as to not ruin the surprise for himself. You found it insanely funny, even as an adult he allowed the Christmas spirit to run free instead of making it bland.

“ I made you hot chocolate, by the way. “ It was a tall mug of hot chocolate with a withering piece of gingerbread inside to stir it with. You thanked him for it and he essentially beamed, his eyes lighting up. “ It's no problem at all, mi vida. “ Rodolfo hummed.