rp log ≈it's christmas time in the city
Christmas was meant to be perfect. At least, that was they way Gabriella wanted to make it for Justin this Christmas. From everything she had gathered, he hadn’t had very many good Christmases, or holidays in general. That was the vibe she’d gotten on Thanksgiving. As though he was only putting up with it for her sake, and that wasn’t exactly what she had wanted. She had wanted them both to enjoy it, and to want to spend the time together. But therefore she wanted to make Christmas different. She wanted to make Christmas something that he’d enjoy, just because it was an enjoyable time, though some parts of it she was certain he was only entertaining for her sake. Like going to church the night before.
She had loved it. It had been everything she had wanted it to be - imagined it to be, and so much more, but she had been understanding when Justin had huffed, or shifted in his seat, and even when he had dozed off. She had just nudged him gently in the ribs when it was time for standing, and taken his hand; smiling adoringly at him when he would groggily jump in his seat. He was adorable to her, after all.
They got back to their hotel late, midnight mass did start at midnight, after all. So straight to bed was where they went, Gabriella pretending to be far sleepier than she really was, but the truth was that she just had plans that were necessary for him to be asleep to be able to execute. She did sleep for a few hours though, a light sleep, and when she woke up before him, she was careful to slip out of bed and not disturb him as she crept around the room.
What she first did was haul all his presents from where she had been hiding them. There were quite a few, too, but she had found one thing, and then another, and they had just massed up. She hoped that he would like them though. Enjoy them, and enjoy opening them. They weren’t expensive, or anything, not really, so she worried he wouldn’t think they were fancy enough. Still though, she hoped.
The next thing she had to take care of was their stockings, her new mustache socks coming in handy for those, in which he'll find some chocolates, some macaroons, and these. She’d seen them, and they’d made her giggle. Hopefully they’d all be good.
She snuck out to the hall to call down to the front desk, to request breakfast at 10am, which was a few hours away. Pancakes, because well, that was what she had eaten on Christmas morning for as long as she could remember, and it wouldn’t quite be the same without them.
Lastly she went to the bathroom to change from what she usually slept in, into something a bit more Christmassy, and that she was at least sure he would enjoy, if all else failed.
She made her way back over to the bed, and crept in it, moving on top of him, and kissing his cheek, and then his lips. “Wake up, sweetheart. Merry Christmas.”
She had loved it. It had been everything she had wanted it to be - imagined it to be, and so much more, but she had been understanding when Justin had huffed, or shifted in his seat, and even when he had dozed off. She had just nudged him gently in the ribs when it was time for standing, and taken his hand; smiling adoringly at him when he would groggily jump in his seat. He was adorable to her, after all.
They got back to their hotel late, midnight mass did start at midnight, after all. So straight to bed was where they went, Gabriella pretending to be far sleepier than she really was, but the truth was that she just had plans that were necessary for him to be asleep to be able to execute. She did sleep for a few hours though, a light sleep, and when she woke up before him, she was careful to slip out of bed and not disturb him as she crept around the room.
What she first did was haul all his presents from where she had been hiding them. There were quite a few, too, but she had found one thing, and then another, and they had just massed up. She hoped that he would like them though. Enjoy them, and enjoy opening them. They weren’t expensive, or anything, not really, so she worried he wouldn’t think they were fancy enough. Still though, she hoped.
The next thing she had to take care of was their stockings, her new mustache socks coming in handy for those, in which he'll find some chocolates, some macaroons, and these. She’d seen them, and they’d made her giggle. Hopefully they’d all be good.
She snuck out to the hall to call down to the front desk, to request breakfast at 10am, which was a few hours away. Pancakes, because well, that was what she had eaten on Christmas morning for as long as she could remember, and it wouldn’t quite be the same without them.
Lastly she went to the bathroom to change from what she usually slept in, into something a bit more Christmassy, and that she was at least sure he would enjoy, if all else failed.
She made her way back over to the bed, and crept in it, moving on top of him, and kissing his cheek, and then his lips. “Wake up, sweetheart. Merry Christmas.”