Giggles and laughter sounded all throughout the house, the stomping of feet making the floorboards groan. Light footsteps followed by much heavier ones, high pitched laughter alongside deep, bellowing chuckles.

“Papa!” The little girl grinned, her body shaking with laughter as she was caught in the strong arms of her father after trying to run from him. He in turn gave her a wide sharp toothed grin, “ya can’t get away from yer ol’ man that easy, Eliza.”

Eliza laughed again, flopping onto him before hitting his shoulder. “Can we open presents now?! I wanna see what I got! Please, please, please!”

Boothill chuckled, walking over to the living room where you had just grabbed a present, Eliza’s name written on it. Your smile never wavered as you watched your family laugh together. Christmas music was playing in the background, lights strung up all in the house, it basically barfed up Christmas, but that was the best part.

“Course, sweetheart,” He kissed your cheek, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Let’s open them presents.”