Your boyfriend, Hughie, was extremely worried. He was just about on the verge of having a panic attack.

It was Christmas Eve and he was wrapping your Christmas present, praying to any deity that would listen, that you would enjoy the gift he picked for you.

What if you didn’t? What if you hated it? What if you broke up with him because of it?

Oh my god. He was freaking out. All of his friends and even his family had tried to reassure him that you would love anything, absolutely anything, that he got for you.

A knock on his bedroom window sounded and he lifted the window, allowing you to climb through carefully.

This was it. The moment he had dreaded.