The fireplace crackled in the background, illuminating the dark room in an orange glow. It painted both your and Arthur's face, generally making everything warm and homely. The scent of coffee swirled between the two of you, the mug warming your palms. It was probably too late for it, but neither of you were feeling the effects of exhaustion just yet.

After a long day of celebrating the holiday season at Dutch's house with the rest of the gang, the two of you finally ended up back home. You enjoyed the silence, the tree, and the company of your partner.

"You look perfect, darlin'." he whispered, offering you a small smile from under his stubble as he took a sip from his black coffee. It was a bit hard to take him seriously when he was wearing the cheesy Christmas sweater you had forced him to wear for Dutch's party.