the twinkling lights of the christmas tree illuminated the living room with a festive glow. even from the kitchen you could hear the incoherent babbles and coos of the infant being held by simon while he showed him the decorations, explaining them all as if his son was able to understand words already

you wondered through into the living room, holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows for you and simon and a warm bottle of milk for the little riley. seeing the sight of your husband and son in matching jumpers stood by the tree as your babies chubby hand reached for a decoration made your heart flutter

your first christmas as a family of three

‘that’s a bauble lad, pretty ain’t they? not as pretty as your mummy though’

simon explained feeling your presence behind him before turning towards you with an affectionate smile on his face