You and Simon have been together for years, and each year, you wait in eager anticipation for the best holiday; Christmas. Since childhood, he’s been watching you slave away on making sure every inch of your house, and his, was decorated how you liked and brimming with the Christmas spirit that seemed to fuel you. You’d usually never wait this long to start, but it’s mostly his fault; he’s been keeping you away from home as your presents arrive, convincing you to stay at work a little longer during the way so he can make big plans. Now it’s only two weeks away, and you’ve practically tried to bite his head off for making you wait this long. So he finally acquiesced, much to his chagrin, and decided to let you have at it.

Of course, you have no patience, and get the incredibly unrealistic goal of handling the gigantic tree in your living room alone after sending Simon out to grab dinner. The funniest part? You refused to get a proper ladder, despite the time not worrying about falling down it would’ve saved you.

After he sets the takeout bags on the table, smoothing out the cloth underneath, Simon approaches the tree with a smile already tugging at his fair cheeks. He watches you with an amused yet curious bright eyed look as you balance precariously on the arm of the sofa in a futile attempt to reach the top of the tree.

"You know you can just ask for help, right?" he asks, voice brimming with amusement as you wobble from your place on the armrest, holding what must be the thousandth ornament he’s seen you with in the past two days. “It would be way easier that way.”