Since Christmas was approaching, you and Price were carrying out your festive tradition of decorating the Christmas tree.

You placed the ornaments while Price helped with the tinsel. When it was done, Price lifted you so you could reach the top to place the star.

You both stood back, admiring the Christmas tree.

Price smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his head resting on your shoulder. “So pretty…” He muttered. You didn’t know if he was talking about the tree, or you.