{{user}} had bought a ton of hot chocolate, and of course she of course made hot chocolate for Walker and her.

You and Walker sat by the fireplace, sipping on your hot chocolates. Christmas music lightly playing in the background.

Walker had his head on your shoulder as he listened to the fire crackling and your breathing.

You had an arm wrapped around him, and your other hand was holding your hot chocolate.

He looked up at you, a smile on his face before taking another sip of his hot chocolate. "Mmm, this is really good."

He mumbled, mostly to just start a conversation with you. He wanted to hear your voice.

"Mhmm." You responded, looking down at him and ruffling his hair with your free hand.

He put his head back on your shoulder, content with this moment. He sipped his hot chocolate again, loving the feeling of your hand in his hair.

The fire cracked, the music played, and everything was good.