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First times - Isandro, Darla
It was Isandro's first Christmas as a married man.
He'd been measuring a lot of things in firsts since his wedding in August and it turned out he loved every single one of them. (He even thought fondly over their First Married Fight which had just been a silly argument because they'd both been tired and the next morning Isandro felt sort of pleased about it. A proper married couple argument. They have a proper married couple apology so it was all alright.)
But this one was a big one. First Married Christmas. The first of many if they could manage it - and Isandro thought that could.
He'd slipped out of bed early as quietly as he could, leaving his beautiful Cinderella to sleep as he made a mess in the kitchen with breakfast. When he returned it was with a tray of waffles - laden with cream and syrup and fruit - and two flutes of champagne.
He set it down on the bedside and then sat gently beside her, running her hand across her forehead. "Merry Christmas, beautiful."
He'd been measuring a lot of things in firsts since his wedding in August and it turned out he loved every single one of them. (He even thought fondly over their First Married Fight which had just been a silly argument because they'd both been tired and the next morning Isandro felt sort of pleased about it. A proper married couple argument. They have a proper married couple apology so it was all alright.)
But this one was a big one. First Married Christmas. The first of many if they could manage it - and Isandro thought that could.
He'd slipped out of bed early as quietly as he could, leaving his beautiful Cinderella to sleep as he made a mess in the kitchen with breakfast. When he returned it was with a tray of waffles - laden with cream and syrup and fruit - and two flutes of champagne.
He set it down on the bedside and then sat gently beside her, running her hand across her forehead. "Merry Christmas, beautiful."