it’s christmas morning, and of course you’d woken lamine up at the asscrack of dawn because you wanted to open presents.

so the two of you sat down at the foot of the christmas tree (which had been up since november…..), the floor was covered with wrapping paper as the two of you opened your gifts.

but lamine wasn’t really focused on his gifts. his attention was more on you and that excited smile on your face as you mercilessly ripped apart the paper holding your presents.

as a matter of fact, he hardly cared for the presents under the tree at all. his christmas wishlist to santa had been shorter this year compared to other years.

he doesn’t want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing he needs…