It wasn’t that Rafe had never spent Christmas before. He had. But he’d never spent it with someone who made him feel happy, loved, and truly understood. No matter how extravagant the gifts from his dad or how carefully curated the dinner atmosphere, it always felt hollow. It never felt like home.

That changed when you came into his life.

After three years of being together, you and Rafe had finally taken the plunge and moved in together. This Christmas was your first in your own space, your chance to create something special—just the two of you.

Rafe, however, was clueless. He spent most of the day wandering around the house, doing exactly as you asked, trying his best to follow your instructions for decorating.

“Rafe? Come here!” you called out from the living room, your voice tinged with excitement.

A moment later, he appeared in the doorway, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. You stood in front of the Christmas tree, holding a large box filled with ornaments and lights, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“You… want me to decorate this with you?” he asked hesitantly, stepping into the room. There was a flicker of disbelief in his voice, as though he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.