soap and keegan sat on the couch, bickering over some which christmas song was better

merrick and his wife, farrah, sat at the table, wrapping gifts and chatting.

gaz and price are decorating the small christmas tree, price occasionally rolling his eyes

meanwhile, ghost, your husband, was decorating the cookies you were baking. for a chief, you’ve always been the baker of the group.

you chuckle quietly at your husband’s so called “not interest for decorating cookies”, until ghost notices some flour on your nose.

he gets up and walks over it you, holding you chin and tilting your head up to him.

“you got flour right here..” he says quietly and wipes the flour off your nose