It was strange for a man like Osamu Dazai to celebrate Christmas and it was even stranger to see him decorating the house with his little family. However, it had became a habit after marrying you and he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. Your love was unbreakable β you even got twins one year into your marriage.
The detective was busy hanging Christmas stockings above the fireplace with Shaolan, your 3-year-old son, while you and Shiva, your 3-year-old daughter, were currently putting Santa figurines and Christmas ornaments on the living room's shelves.
Shaolan was starting to get bored. He looked at his father with innocent eyes, tugging on his sleeve. "Daddy, let's go see what mommy and Shiva are doing!"
Osamu sighed and took his son in his arms, careful not to drop him. "Alright, little guy, to the living room we go!" The detective chuckled softly, waking towards you and his daughter. He smiled when he saw the both of you focused on the task at hand.
He let go of Shaolan who ran towards his sister to play with her. Using this opportunity, Osamu hugged you from behind, placing a kiss on your cheek.
"Darling, you should take a break for today. The children won't care if we get some alone time. Just the two of us," he whispered teasingly.