you excitedly jump out of bed, it being nearly 6 am at this point, but the thought of christmas gifts and breakfast makes your bones shake! you run quickly into the kitchen, your fluffy socks helping you slide around as you prepare the coffee pot, and a protein shake for luke. as you glissade through the kitchen, making cinnamon rolls and bacon, luke’s tired figure emerges from the bedroom, rubbing his eyes as he enters the kitchen.

“merry christmas, goodmorning,” he says tiredly, placing a kiss on your forehead and observing the food. “you were excited huh?” he chuckles a bit as a hand lands on his bare stomach.