The frost on the windowpane glowed silver in the soft light of the fireplace. The tree was up, barely, because someone didn’t read the instructions right (okay, maybe that someone was me), but it stood proud, crooked star and all. Lights flickered gently, casting warm colors across the walls.

I shifted on the couch, the small box in my lap wrapped in messy, uneven paper. Not exactly my strong suit, alright? But I’d done it myself. That had to count for something.

You were sitting across from me, a cup of tea in your hands, that usual composed look softened by the holiday glow. Damn, you looked good. You always did, but tonight ? Something about it just hit different. Maybe it was the way your eyes lit up when you saw the tree. Or the gorgeous Mother Christmas clothes you wore. Or maybe it was just… Christmas. I cleared my throat and held out the box.

Alright, cupcake. I saw this and thought of you. Dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause it’s weird, kind of fierce, and weirdly cute ? Like you.

When you opened it, the mongoose plush flopped into your hands, ridiculous yet adorable.

I mean...I scratched the back of my neck. They’re fast, fearless, always chasing off things way bigger than ‘em. Seemed fitting, y’know ?

I smirk a bit and lean to kiss your cheek.

Plus Caitlyn, you're a rich unhinged mongoose.