Dec. 25, 2031

Dec. 25, 2031

M.S

a/n : Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate 💝 My early gift to you as i’ll be inactive for the holidays. This is based off of one of the topics in podcast EP. 25. Enjoy

My eyes spring open at the sound of two pairs of feet padding against the hardwood floor down the hall outside of our bedroom, already smiling to myself as I roll over from my comfortable spot in bed and anticipate our kids arrival. I close my eyes again, biting back my grin to pretend I was fast asleep when I hear the bedroom door creak open further and giggling erupt throughout the room.

“Mom, mom! Get up! We need to go downstairs right now! Santa came!!” Our son runs to climb into the bed as he sits on top of me, shaking my arms while laughing and whining slightly. I pretend to flutter my eyes open slowly before sitting up and giggling with him,

“I know I know! Aren’t you so excited?” I egg him on, watching him nod rapidly before tugging at the sleeve of my shirt harder. My husbands groan caused me to turn my head in his direction, watching as our daughter had him in the same position our son had me in, shaking his shoulders violently and shouting at him to get up. I laugh as he makes eye contact with me, his eyes half lidded and full of drowsiness when a lazy grin appears on his lips. Nodding at our daughter and getting up.

“Okay, okay let’s go. No running down the stairs.” I say standing to my feet and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, watching as they nod and race toward the stairs, slowing down and taking baby steps down like I asked. Their father and I following groggily behind them.

“No time to brush our teeth, huh?” Matt snickers, the amusement behind his morning voice evident as he grins at me, his hand finding my back while we make our way down the stairs.

“Who cares about brushing their teeth on Christmas?” I laugh, watching as the kids run to sit on the floor and wait for us to take our seat by them.

“Not you apparently, stinky.” He jokes, joining in on my laughter when my face scrunches up and my eyes narrow at him. Grabbing his chin with my fingers and pulling it down playfully.

“Mommmmm, Daaaad! Hurry!” Our daughter whines, practically buzzing from her spot on the floor as she waits for us to tell her which to open first.

“Guys, don’t you wanna check if Santa’s reindeers ate the carrots we left for them first?” Matt chimes, wiggling his eyebrows a bit in amusement as the kids faces light up even more, gasps leaving their lips when they rise to their feet once again and race toward the kitchen to check, us following behind while laughing.

“Why do I have to eat the carrots?” Matt whines, the crunching from his chewing making me shush him as the kids finally went to bed at 11pm.

“Because we ate all the other cookies and only left one for Santa. Aka, Me.” I whisper, saving him the last bite of the cookie as I feed it to him. He hums, reaching for the glass of milk our son had poured and gulping it.

“Matt!” I whisper shout, “Not all of it??” His eyebrows raise. “What do you mean? Santa is probably thirsty after all that travelling?” He puts the empty cup back on the counter and turns to me with his hands on his hips. I bite back a giggle as I stare at him, a half eaten carrot in his hand and milk on his lip. I step towards him and grab his face, swiping my thumb over his lip prior to pressing a short kiss to his lips that he intends to prolong before i pull away to look up at him with a cheesy smile.

“I love being able to do this with you.” I watch as his pupils dilate and his eyes soften in admiration despite the dimness of our kitchen, he empties his hands and wipes them off before leaning closer and wrapping them around me. His chin resting atop of my head as i reciprocate his actions, rubbing his back in slow circles while his heartbeat thumps clearly in my ear.

“Merry Christmas, y/n.”