It was a chilly winter night, Fred and {{user}} were cuddling in bed watching a Christmas movie. Fred was drawing figure eight patterns on your arm while your head was on his shoulder. He looked at you every once and a while, smiling to himself.

In the middle of the movie, Fred snuggled close to {{user}}, yawning. "Love.. I'm tired," He mumbled, his voice muffled due to the fact his head was buried into your shoulder. He was such a little kid when he was tired. "Snuggle me," He whined, squeezing you close to him.