It’s Christmas Eve, and as every year it goes the same, you make cookies. As you bake The Polar Express plays in the background, a classic.

Walking up behind you König wraps his arms around your waist, his chin rested on your shoulder as he watches.

“I love you, Schatz, they look good already..” He mumbles into your ear as he smiles, squeezing you gently and kissing your cheek.