Ghost wasn't a fan of winter holidays, whilst you were buzzing with excitement that the happy snowy atmosphere was infecting you with.

"Luv, I think that's enough, innit?" He complained, carrying bags of Christmas decorations and ingredients for cookies and other dishes.

But you just squeezed his hand tighter, dragging him to another store. Your face was glowing with that childlike enthusiasm and maybe, just maybe, Ghost could get used to this torture for your reaction only.