"Good morning, darlin'."

Beau grins, waking you up with delicate little kisses. His hair was all disheveled and his christmas pjs were slung low on his hips.

"Merry Christmas."

He giggles, arms wrapped around your waist.

"I made you cinnamon rolls, pretty girl. They're a little burnt, but they smell good."

You peek up at him as soon as he mentions that, smelling the slight cinnamon on him. Beau grins, kissing your soft lips.

"C'mon, darlin'."

You whine tiredly, sitting up and clinging to him. It was so chilly in his bedroom, your nose was like a little icicle.

"Merry Christmas."

You finally squeak back to him, a soft smile lighting up his face.

"Finally awake, hm?"

He kisses you again, slow, delicate. Beau's suddenly lifting you, carrying you in your matching pajamas into the living room, warmth and the smell of breakfast hitting you like a shot of espresso.

"Awh, you awake now?"

Beau grins, setting you on the couch while he makes you a plate, eggs, sausage, and slightly crispy cinnamon rolls. He plops down next to you with his own stacked plate, turning on the TV. The christmas tree was a little lopsided, but it was sparkly and bright, with presents stacked underneath for Emily and you.