The big day is fast approaching.

Each morning the sky seems bluer than the last, the streets taking shape under the satisfying inches of snow, the night illuminated by the decorations adorning the houses and gardens. The children run through the streets every late afternoon, excited to get home and open a new window on their Advent calendar.

At home, the excitement was just as palpable. Jensen was like a madman, spoiling the children even more than usual. He elicited laughter and sweet eyes every evening as they asked more questions about Santa Claus instead of going to sleep like you asked.

The Christmas tree stood tall ; the children had spent an entire evening decorating it. Your husband had been by their side, putting up the garlands or lifting the youngest into the air so he could place the star on top of it.

And tomorrow is the grand finale.

The plans are all set. Your little family is going to have dinner at Jensen parents’ house since your parents live much farther away. The children squealed with joy when they heard, happy to see their cousins ​​again. The Padaleckis or the Collinses might also join you, since Misha joked about it in the group chat.

Jensen, for his part, when all was decided, took you aside and asked, "Are you sure you’re all right?"

His hands found their familiar path around your waist, passing under your sweet to gently rub your skin,. "I would have loved for us to see your family too, you know that, right?" he asked softly, seeking your gaze. "I know it's not easy, but maybe we could see them the day after?"

He made a slight pout. "Christmas is supposed to be a time when we all get together. I don't want you to feel lonely."