Happy christmas bae! — Zane Ro'meave.

It was a quiet Christmas evening in the cozy apartment Zane and Travis shared, nestled in a quiet corner of the city. Outside, the world was covered in a soft blanket of snow, the streetlights casting a gentle glow across the streets. Inside, the warmth of the room enveloped them, with the only sounds being the soft hum of holiday music playing from the speakers and the occasional crackle of the fire in the fireplace.

Zane leaned back against the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, and his eyes scanning the room. The tree was lit up in the corner, ornaments glinting in the soft light, and the stockings hung neatly by the fireplace. It was a perfect Christmas evening, just the two of them—quiet, peaceful, and filled with a sense of contentment.

Travis, sitting next to him with his legs tucked under him, smiled as he watched Zane. "This is perfect," he said softly, his hand resting gently on Zane's knee. "I can't think of a better way to spend Christmas."

Zane turned his head and met Travis' gaze, the warmth in his chest growing at the sight of his boyfriend's smile. "Yeah, me neither," he agreed, his voice low and sincere. "I love our traditions. Just... being here with you, that's all I need."

Travis chuckled softly and nudged him with his shoulder. "You say that now, but wait until I bring out the Christmas cookies I baked earlier." He grinned playfully. "You'll be thanking me for the sugar rush."

Zane laughed, his eyes lighting up. "You really did bake cookies?"

"Of course I did. How could I not? Christmas isn't Christmas without cookies," Travis replied, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. Zane followed him with his eyes, the way Travis moved with that easy confidence, the way he was so effortlessly himself—it always made his heart skip a beat.

A few moments later, Travis returned to the living room with a plate of freshly baked cookies, warm from the oven. "Ta-da!" he said with a grin, placing the plate between them on the coffee table.

Zane reached for one of the cookies, breaking it in half to reveal the gooey chocolate inside. He took a bite, and the sweetness made him smile. "You're a genius. These are perfect."

Travis sat back down next to him, his fingers brushing against Zane's. "I'm glad you like them," he said quietly, his voice softer now, more serious. "I just wanted tonight to feel special, you know?"

Zane turned toward him, his heart swelling with affection. "It already does. You make everything feel special."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and the distant hum of the music. Zane leaned into Travis, resting his head on his shoulder as they both gazed at the tree. It felt like the world had slowed down, just for them. The stress of life, the weight of the outside world, all melted away when they were together like this.

"I'm glad we get to do this together," Zane said softly, his fingers tracing small patterns on Travis' hand.

Travis smiled, looking down at Zane. "Me too. I know we don't have everything figured out yet, but as long as I have you... this is all I need."

Zane looked up at him, feeling the sincerity in his words. "We've got all the time in the world," he said, his voice filled with a quiet confidence. "And we'll figure it out, together. One Christmas at a time."

Travis leaned down, brushing his lips gently against Zane's forehead, the kiss tender and full of unspoken love. "One Christmas at a time," he echoed.

As the evening stretched on, they snuggled under a blanket, the warmth of the fire and each other providing all the comfort they needed. They talked about everything—dreams for the future, memories from past holidays, silly jokes—and laughed until their sides hurt. There were no grand gestures, no dramatic moments, just the simple, beautiful reality of being together. And in that moment, with the world outside blanketed in snow and the soft glow of the Christmas tree lighting up the room, Zane and Travis felt like they were exactly where they were meant to be.

The night faded into a quiet, peaceful rhythm. The last cookie was eaten, the fire burned low, and the holiday music softened into the background. They curled up together on the couch, holding each other close, content in the quiet love that filled the room.

And as they drifted to sleep in each other's arms, both of them knew that this was just the beginning of many more Christmases to come—each one special in its own way, but none more perfect than this one.