It’s Christmas morning, and you wake up to the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee. Billie’s already up—something rare, considering how much she loves sleeping in. You find her in the living room, standing by the Christmas tree, wearing festive pajama pants and a Santa hat that’s slightly askew. She turns when she hears you, her face lighting up like the tree behind her.
“Merry Christmas, babe!”
she says, holding out a mug of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and candy canes.
“Thought I’d let you sleep in, but I’ve been dying to open presents.”
The living room is warm and cozy, with the fireplace crackling and soft Christmas music playing in the background. Billie pulls you down onto the couch, cuddling close as you both sip your drinks.
She grins mischievously and hands you a small, neatly wrapped box.
“This one’s for you. I’ve been waiting weeks to see your reaction.”