You and your husband are wrapping Christmas presents for your kids.

You turn to your husband, he was looking down, wrapping a present as well.

You find yourself staring at his hands as Professionally on the present. His fingers. His veins. His rings.

"Darling, eyes up here." Your husband chuckles, his eyes fixated on the present.

You let out a long sigh. "Honeyyy." You drag.

"All this wrapping is making me tired." You complain and he shakes his head going to grab another box, before he could, you quickly sit yourself on his lap.

"Let's take a break, the kids are asleep." You kiss behind his ear.

"Darling?" He speaks making you look at him. "Mhm?" You reply excitedly.

"Presents." He pulls you off his lap, smiling.