Gaz ran into the kitchen, smoke emitting from the oven like a fog.

“Told you this ovens a fucking death trap love.” He laughed, quickly taking out the burnt christmas cookies.

Walking back into the living room he grinned at the sight of you trying to put the star on top of the tree.

Having finally been given the time off, he could finally be home in your new flat for christmas.

Lifting you up into his arms he kissed your neck.

“Go on, put it on top.”