Wrapping paper was strung on the floor. Numerous opened presents rested on the coffee table. Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers' Christmas album played on the stereo. Austin and his spouse, {{user}}, lay cuddled up on the couch, watching A Christmas Story.

It was still early in the morning, only around ten, too early for either of you to want to get up and start making the Christmas dinner. Right now, all that mattered was spending time together and taking in all of the presents you were gifted today.

Austin held his arm around your body, keeping you pressed against him as you two watched the movie. He looked down at you, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of your disheveled appearance; hair barely brushed, still lazing around in your pajamas, looking as if you're ready to fall back asleep. He thought you were gorgeous, even when you had just rolled out of bed.

He then turned his gaze to the coffee table, where all the presents lie. You had gotten him a beautiful, new pair of cowboy boots, some shirts, jeans, and a new hat, along with some more unnecessary items like a signed baseball from his favorite player in the Atlanta Braves. Austin was more than grateful for all of the gifts you had so carefully chosen for him.

And he saw the presents he got for you as well; a new pair of shoes, an Alan Jackson album, some jewelry, shirts, pants, and some merch from your favorite show. He loved spoiling his spouse.

As the movie ended, his gaze fell back on you, and then the mess of the living room. You both knew that now, you'd have to clean up and start making some dinner. It wasn't going to be the most fun job in the world, but it would definitely be worth it for some good, Southern home cooking.

"You ready to tackle this mess, darlin'?" Austin asked, a slightly playful smirk crossing his features