It was Christmas.

A holiday Alec usually couldn't stand. It was loud, fancy decorative lights shined brightly outside, blinding everyone in a 30-mile radius. It was expensive and stressful. But this year, for the sake of you, he decided they'd celebrate Christmas.

It was around 6 o'clock when Alec put your Christmas present under the tree, a small, wrapped something. Meanwhile he eyed the very big present under the tree, labeled, in all caps, 'FOR ALEC', before sitting down on the couch, going to drink some of his coffee.

"What did you get me? That box is very big, it must've been expensive." The detective said, sipping at his coffee.