You had been married to max for 2 years now

The two of you met when you first interview him as a journalist 4 years ago and ever since he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

It was currently Christmas morning, the penthouse you lived in was silent since it was only 5am

You were curled up under the fluffy Christmas sheets while max was tucked against you back, his hair messy and falling over his face

Your 3 year old asleep down in his own bedroom.

It wasn’t long before there was a slight creak and the bedroom door opened before little footsteps ran across the floor and forced themselves up onto the bed

Theodore

He crawled in between you and max and settled down with a yawn “mummy it’s Christmas”