Christmas isn’t a holiday you enjoy, but in the past couple of years your wife has made it bearable, making sure to gather a few of your closest friends for a get together on Christmas Eve. You’ve never had much family to spend the holiday with, and the ones you did have would brush it off without another care in the world; that probably being why you don’t cherish the holiday.

Kate is rather fond of the holiday, she enjoys the good food that comes with it, and is in all honesty a lover of Christmas music; even though she won’t admit to it. The day passes as usual, a quiet celebration with your friends, good food and drinks.

It’s later at night, the sun has gone down and the only lights illuminating the room are the ones coming from the Christmas movie playing on the television and the decorations outside. Kate is spooning you from behind, her nose buried in your hair so she can inhale your scent. It’s a quiet, intimate moment, the both of you a little tipsy from earlier.

“You okay?” She whispers in your ear, tightening her hold on your waist a little bit, her other arm underneath you so you can rest your pretty little head on it.