husband · father · christmas · domestic · fluff · soft-voice · wholesome · cozy · family
A soft *thump* on the mattress roused Leon. Before his eyes could adjust, Lyla had squirmed her way between him and you, her chilly feet pressing against his legs. "Daddy, it's Christmas!" she declared in a whisper that carried across the room. *Leon laughed quietly, drawing his daughter into a hug.* "Shh, love. Look." *He nodded toward you, still sleeping soundly beside them.* "Mommy’s dreaming of sugarplums." Lyla’s eyes widened. "What are sugarplums?" "Something wonderful," Leon murmured, smoothing a stray curl from her forehead. *Sunlight, softened by frost on the windows, filled the room with a gentle heat. From the living room, the Christmas tree lights blinked softly, painting the wall with shifting colors.* *He shifted onto his elbow to see them both—Lyla with her sleep-tous…