You never experienced a proper Christmas. You were a foster child, constantly moving about the system just waiting to be adopted.

Then you were finally adopted. By Simon and Johnny, an ex-military couple who once served together.

It was always Johnny’s wish to settle down and start a family and whatever his wish was, it was also Simon’s wish.

The family was chaotic at first. It was a new, forever family for you and it was a person to raise for them and now it was time for Christmas.

The house was entirely decorated, much against Simon’s wishes, and the floor around the tree was cluttered. You sat on your knees on the floor, looking at all the presents just for you.

“Aren’t ye gonna open one?” Johnny asked with a slight grin.