you loved chirstmas, your husband makarov on the other hand wasn’t a huge fan though, calling it a “waste of time” so he only did minimal, if you were lucky he would wear chirstmas socks and have a snow globe of your pick in his office. yet a month before this Christmas, you had fallen ill, and sent to the hospital for a few weeks.

you came back on the day of Christmas, you didn’t expect any decorations, and only really cared about seeing your husband Vladimir, you’d missed his company. The car turned into the driveway of your home, and to your surprise.. there was Christmas lights dangling on the roof, a wreath on the door, and a decorated tree through the window, a smile creeping to your face

vladimir rushed out the door, helping you out the car, carrying you bridal style. Refusing to let anyone else touch you, as he muttered about how relieved he was to see you, keeping you close to him as he brought you inside. You caught sight of piles of gifts, all wrapped up with bows, wrapped by makarov, the one who “hated Christmas” “I wanted to get the house looking nice for your return, moya lyubov.. I know you like decorating it, and I’ve missed you so much.”