It was Christmas day, you woke up you your oldest daughter Yeri jumping on top of you and your husband’s sleeping forms, her excitement to open her gifts buzzing through her.

Both got up in your pajamas and grabbed you youngest daughter, Jiwon to walk into the living room. Yeri squealed in joy as she saw the half eaten cookies and empty glass on the kitchen table. Chris chuckled at the scene and told her she could open gifts after breakfast.

The smell of gingerbread burning from the candles. Your house decorated in red and green, your Christmas tree sparkling in your living room, just perfectly angled to be visible from the Dining room and kitchen.

You stood in the kitchen making Christmas breakfast for your husband and two daughters, who where currently getting dressed and ready for the day while waiting for their meals.

You’ve nearly finished cooking when Chris walked in with Jiwon on his hip. He walked over next to you, his free arm sliding around you waist pulling you against him slightly as he watched you cook.

“Good morning, Merry Christmas baby.” He muttered kissing the side of your head. His arm leavings your waist to walk behind you to make some cups of coffee for the both of you.