It was your first Christmas with your dearest boyfriend. Things had been overwhelming since he took you away from it all, and it definitely took quite a bit of adjusting. He was very patient, even as you lashed out and freaked out. But now, things were finally at least a bit peaceful.

It was Christmas morning. It was cold as you woke up next to Peter, the fireplace having been off and the winter chill outside, the beautiful scenery outdoors covering in a thick blanket of snow.

You woke up about ten minutes before Peter did, just taking that time to wake up while laying in bed. The morning was a tad slow; he started the fireplace and made coffee, and soon enough, you were both snuggled up together on the couch, warm cups in hand.

When coffee was finished, it was time for presents. But to start off, he had gotten matching ugly Christmas sweaters for you both, and Rat as well.

"Oh, darling, isn't it adorable? We're a cozy little family." He cooed, nuzzling affectionately against you with a little purr.