It’s days before Christmas, everyone is in the Christmas spirit. You’re a lucky person, you’re in a relationship this time.

You’re currently baking cookies as he fixes some touches on your lights. You start to yap about Christmas and cookies, how exciting you are and everything, he smiles, adoring you. ”They have no idea I’m marrying them.” He thinks as he walks up behind you and back hugs you, his head on your shoulder. “What type of cookies are those?” He asks,smiling stupidly.