christmas eve. gentle laughter and chatter sound from inside the little house, it's walls felt like they would shake from the voices inside it. the whole of 141 was here.

"she's lovely." laswell comments, standing at simon's side. simon doesn't bother to look away from you as he nods. "she is, isn't she?"

there you stood, champagne glass in one hand while you held a baby at your hip with the other. you look away from who you were talking to and beam at simon. your baby parrots the gesture.