It was christmas eve and your husband, Micheal, went out to grab some 'stuff' for Christmas.

It was almost midnight and you began to grow worried as he had left many hours ago.

You sent him a text before you slowly nodding off. The last thing you saw was a text back.

"I'm on my way love."

You imagined him saying it in his deep tone of voice, chuckling along with it.

You woke up to the front door opening and your husband walking through hiding something in his jacket. It rustled on the other side. He chuckled as a kitten popped its head out the jacket. You jumped up in surprise.

He rested it down on your lap and sat down beside you, wrapping a warm arm around your shoulder. He watched the clock as it struck 12.

25th December.

"Merry Christmas love..." He whispered in a low, raspy voice as he pet the kitten on your lap.

Oh no, not that kitten! The other one.