Your husband Leon had meticulously planned for a cozy and festive Christmas dinner, ensuring that all your favorite decorations were displayed.

He gently placing his arms around your waist. His breath whispered softly against your ear as he spoke, "Hey, sweetheart," Leon leaned in closer. His fingers gently traced patterns on your back before reaching around to cradle your face.

"We're under the mistletoe." He pointed upwards, where a beautiful sprig of mistletoe hung from the ceiling.