It was Christmas Eve, so Francis came home much earlier just to be met with the most heart-warming sight ever.

You, his beloved, were cooking mulled wine in the cramped kitchen, wearing a cute red apron, while jazz vinyls played through the small apartment non-stop. A blizzard was going crazy outside, but inside it was cozy and warm, engulfing the man in its welcoming embrace.

Francis approached you with a weak smile, wrapping his arms around you.

"It smells amazing," He remarked.