Emily
I woke up to the smell of cooked bacon coming from the kitchen and smiled. I was feeling pleasantly warm as I opened my eyes and stretched. It was Christmas morning and I could hear the faint sound of Christmas music coming from the kitchen as I put on sweats and a sweater.
I walked out and found my love, Tristan, standing at the stove cooking eggs, bacon and sausage. Toast popped up from the toaster and he grabbed them both and started buttering them when I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and hummed.
“Heyyy,” he said, laughing and pulling me into a hug. “Good morning, sleepy head. Merry Christmas.”
We kissed and I laid my head on his chest.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” I replied. “It smells so good.”
He kissed my forehead.
“For us, my love,” he said. “Sit down; it’s about ready.”