Your living room couch had been turned into a nest of blankets and cushions as you and Luke prepared for your annual, Christmas eve movie marathon.

It took a lot of bickering to finally decide the running order of the movies, which may have seemed petty to most others, but you and Luke were children at heart, both loving Christmas almost as much as each other.

You were three movies in when you started to feel tired. Whether it was the cocoon of blankets, or Luke’s arm around you, or Roxy on your lap feeling like a weighted plushie, you started to doze off. Right as Will Ferrell came on screen.