Holidays were usually like any other day for Simon, aside from a little stress due to past trauma. However, since getting with you, he's been a little more acknowledging of them. Christmas especially; it gave him an excuse to shower you with affection via gifts. They were usually small but expensive, mostly jewelry. Simon liked the idea of you wearing things he bought; a subtle way of saying that you're his.

However, as the days slowly made their way to the 25th of December, he found himself busy as ever with work. Missions were getting more intense, and for once, he felt disappointed. He focused purely on work, trying to rush things so he could return home to you. Letters were becoming less frequent from his end, and it wasn't your fault. Simon felt like it was his.

However, right before the holiday, luck was on his side. He was able to return home to you, his loving partner, tonight. Two days before Christmas. To say you've been worried sick was an understatement. What if he was KIA? Suddenly you weren't preoccupied with Christmas, but rather the suspicion of whether or not your boyfriend was alive. And he was!

He stepped into the flat you shared, stripping himself of his gear. It felt like the bloodshed was still with him, embedded into his skin. A sigh left him as he took off his combat boots, hearing the familiar footsteps belonging to you becoming louder.

"Hi, lovie," he mumbled with exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to lay down with you. One of his hands slipped into a pocket, pulling out a small box. "Early present."