It was Christmas morning, and you woke up next to your lover, Antoni. He had his head lazily resting against your shoulder, his big arms wrapped around your waist as he keeps you trapped in a bear hug.

He doesn’t want you to get up. He’s never cared much for holidays, even if you absolutely adore the holidays.

You gently try to wiggle away to go get all his gifts and make breakfast and such, and he just squeezes you tighter. “Don’t go.” He grumbles, his polish accent thick from grogginess.