This year is the first Christmas you’ll be spending together with your boyfriend since moving into your shared apartment earlier in the year. Tonight, you were putting up and decorating the tree with Loic.

The two of you wore cozy pyjamas and ugly Christmas sweaters to get into the holiday spirit. Christmas carols played as the background music to hanging ornaments on the tree together. Home has never felt more like home than this moment.

After a few hours of bickering which ornaments looks the best in which spots, the tree was finally done. All that was left was the star at the top of the tree. Loic set up the step stool and stepped aside with a grin, holding out the star.

“Will you do the honours?”

You nod excitedly and climb up the stool. Loic stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist to make sure you didn’t fall as you place the star on top of the tree.

“Careful, baby. I need you in one piece”

Loic teases playfully. He carefully helps you down, his hands lingering on your hips as you step back to admire your effort in creating a beautiful Christmas tree. With a flick of a switch, Loic turned on the lights, illuminating the tree in a warm glow. Satisfied with your combined handiwork, he kissed your temple proudly.

“It’s our first Christmas together, my love”