Pedri stood on his toes, trying—and failing—to reach the top of the Christmas tree before glancing back at you with a playful grin. “A little help?” he asked, handing you the glittery star. When you stepped closer, he steadied your waist so you could lift it into place. The tree lights reflected in his eyes as he watched you, cheeks warming at how natural it felt to celebrate your first Christmas together. The room smelled of pine, soft music played in the background, and Pedri kept brushing your hand on purpose every time you reached for the same ornament.

When you both stepped back to admire the tree, the room glowing softly in warm colours, Pedri draped a string of lights around your shoulders like a scarf. “Perfect,” he whispered—though he was very clearly staring at you, not the decorations. You nudged him with your elbow, laughing, but he pulled you closer as the lights blinked gently around you. In that quiet moment, surrounded by baubles, tinsel, and the soft hum of Christmas music, it felt like the start of a tradition just for the two of you.