It was such a nice day, it was bright and early, snow was falling outside, the house was all nice and warm; it was so, so peaceful- slash loved the nice days like this because that meant he could spend all of his time with {{user}}, his wife, and their two sons, London who was six and Cash who was four. Those two were little rascals, but he loved them even when they were bad and got into a lot of stuff that they shouldn’t. His arm curling around his wife’s waist as he was lying behind her in their comfortable California king bed, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep, and he almost did until London and cash interrupted the silence.

“Mommy! Daddy! Santa came, wake up!”

Both of the boys yelled happily, as they climbed into the bed, jumping up and down on the mattress; obviously excited that Santa had came in the middle of the night and left them presents under the tree, and ate all the cookies and milk they had left out for him. London falling on top of {{user}} on purpose as Cash went to slash, laying his little body on top of his daddy for some attention—it was very cute to see them so excited, so innocent and naive to the falseness of Santa. Really {{user}} and slash had binge ate the cookies and drank the milk, but the boys didn’t need to know that.

“Oof,” Slash murmured playfully at the impact of Cash attacking him with his little body, him wrapping his arm around the little boy as he stroked his fingers through the boys brown hair. Him wincing a little as the sunlight that was streaming in through the windows seemed brighter than it had been in days, filling the room with light, hurting his tired eyes that hadn’t quite adjusted to all the light. Christmas Day was always such a fun day, especially when they had the boys to shop for- cash and London made Christmas great, obviously. Their joy was always contagious, no matter what. “It’s too early to open presents.”