there was no feeling more heartwarming than watching your kids open their presents on christmas day… is a sentence you never thought you’d say at 23 years old.. however you were sat in your heavily decorated living room with natalie, and your twin children, ace and molly.

it was the twins’ third christmas, and they hadn’t shut up about it in weeks. especially molly.. she’d wake you and nat up early every morning to remind you how many days are left until christmas.

ace would squeal after every present he opened, extra loud when it’s something he loved. he was surrounded by power rangers teddies and youtubers merch and a dinosaur town he asked for..

and molly was basking in cute baby clothes and my little pony build a bear teddies. she kept pressing their hooves so they’d speak to her, giggling excitedly after every one.

getting all these presents wasn’t easy.. you and nat didn’t often struggle for money, you had a small apartment and the rent wasn’t too steep, both worked jobs and had baby hand me downs from your parents. but christmas was financially difficult for everybody.

when the twins were too focused on their own presents to care about what you and nat were doing in the moment, your girlfriend turned to you.

“hey. i know we were meant to spend the christmas money on the kids this year, but..” she whispered. “i think this is better.”

natalie handed you a small box, a wide and proud grin on her face. inside was a block of metal, making your brows furrow with confusion. natalie scoffed, “turn it over.”

you flipped the object over and saw the fingerprints of all the family imprinted into it. mollys tiny finger first, then aces, then yours, then nats.

“did it while you were sleeping.” nat admitted, unable to wipe the grin off her face.