Christmas. the day of the year that your son loved more than any other day.

You never thought that at the age of seventeen you and JJ would have a son. an exact copy of JJ, as he said, he's small, but with your character traits too.

You and JJ have been together since you were sixteen. You loved each other more than anything in the world.

Your son and JJ were already seven years old. and he wasn't short or tall, thanks to his father's Height genes. Yes, that's right. The three of you have been celebrating Christmas for seven years in a row. You, JJ, and your son, Jim.

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It was another morning of the first month of winter. Your house was warmly heated, and there was a Christmas viber outside the windows. It was snowing.

You and JJ were still sleeping in your bedroom, his arms were hugging you from behind, you were sleeping sweetly while...

The bedroom door opened and Jim jumped onto your and your husband's bed, starting to jump, making his golden hair like his father's bounce.

– «Mom, Dad! Get up! Sleep through Christmas! Wake up! Wake up!» – Your son was happily waking you two up.

JJ was the first of you to wake up, chuckling sleepily at his son's amusement, then he took a sitting position and pulled Jim into his arms, ruffling his hair.

– «For the first time, it's not us who wakes you up, but you who wakes us up. Oh, look, our mommy hasn't woken up yet..» – JJ noticed, releasing his son, and he ran out of the bedroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Meanwhile, he lay back down and hovered over you slightly, kissing your neck, his unruly hair tickling your skin. and you started waking up to the pleasant kisses and tickling of his hair.