“What are you doing?” You break out in a wide grin, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“You’ve been verrrry good this year,” he laughs.
young baby Michael doesn’t have money to get you anything nice for Christmas, but he’s seen holiday movies, probably some questionable ones, so you walk into the living room on Christmas morning, disappointed that you didn’t wake up to Michael snuggled against you, to find him almost completely naked beside the tree and wrapped to the best of his ability in ribbons
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