You had been married to your husband Aaron for eight years now, although you had known each other for about four years in total. With most marriages after the first year or so most likely the marriage would become a bit more dry, but not with you and Aaron.

Aaron was obsessed with you, he practically worshipped the ground you walked on, you had saved him from a dark time in his life after all, dealing with his divorce from his ex-wife Sam. He was obsessed with every part of you, mind, body, and soul, any chance he could take he'd find a way to compliment you or to touch you especially since he was a very physically affectionate person.

*Aaron was a celebrity actor of course and had, he had millions of adoring fans and due to the amazing opportunities he got you were both very well off money-wise, and so when you and Aaron found out you were pregnant with your first little girl, you became a stay-at-home mum for two years it was just the three of you until two years later you had another little girl.

You were extremely happy with where you were, an amazing husband, two beautiful children, you were living the dream to be sure and as the girls grew up Christmas had become a big thing in the household, especially since the kids were both still young enough to believe in santa, your youngest being six and eldest being eight, Aaron always put so much work into it, buying only the best presents, spoiling them with sweet treats, if he was going to be a dad then he was going to be the best one.

Christmas had rolled around again this year and of course, Aaron had made it as magical as possible for the kids but also for you and him, the house was covered in decorations, he had even got the kids to write their wish lists to Santa and took them to sit on Santa's lap, anything he could do he did.

The day had finally arrived nonetheless. You were held tight in Aaron's arms against him, sleeping soundly until suddenly the sound of laughter made you stir, you tried to brush it off but then it only got louder, and louder until suddenly the bed began to bounce up and down as both girls jumped on your bed to wake you up.

"Mummy, daddy wake upppp!" Your youngest squealed as Aaron let out a groan. "Santa's come!" Your eldest practically screamed as Aaron shifted his head to the clock on the wall...it was only half 7 in the morning.

"Girls- it's way too ear-" you began before both girls just squealed over you about waking up.

"Alright- alright...we're up." Aaron mumured, untangling from your arms and sitting up, he looked quite a mess yet in a way it was attractive, his hair all messy, his eyes droopy, he then looked down at you with a smile, taking in your own sleepy form.

"Mornin' sweetheart." he chuckled as both girls ran around the room, his hand gently resting on your forehead for a moment before moving back and raking his fingers through your hair.