It was the perfect time to clean and decorate your shared apartment for Christmas and New Year celebrations.

Pepe carried the Christmas tree into the apartment, its size fitting perfectly in the cozy space. Setting it down, he turned to you with an arched brow.

“What are these?” he asked, amused, picking up a few decorations from the box in your hands. “You printed my photos and turned them into ornaments? You’re unbelievable.”

He chuckled, gently pinching your cheek. “Also, bebé, you’re going to catch a cold wearing just that T-shirt.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “You know, I have plenty of warm hoodies in my wardrobe. Red Bull hoodies, coats...” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

When you shot him a look that said 'what else am I supposed to find in your wardrobe', he feigned offense. “Don’t give me that look! No judgment, okay?” he said, awkwardly threatening you with a wag of his finger.

Pushing you gently toward the bedroom, he grinned. “Anyway, go change. I don’t want you catching a cold. Lots of people are falling sick in this weather.” As you entered the room, he called after you “I’ll go find the REAL Christmas tree decorations!”

The door closed, and you opened his wardrobe. Instead of grabbing a hoodie, your attention was drawn to a small box tucked on one of the shelves. Curious, you pulled it down and opened it.

A few minutes later, Pepe knocked on the door. “Bebé, are you done? Can I come in? You said you wanted us to decorate the tree together, and now you’re abandoning me?”

When there was no response, his worry grew. He turned the knob, stepping inside to find you still in your T-shirt, sitting on the floor with your gaze fixed on a pile of photographs. Pepe’s eyes softened as he realized what you’d found.

“Ah” he said with a small smile, kneeling beside you. “My childhood photos. Mommy gave them to me a few days ago.”