Eva sat on the couch with her Christmas blanket wrapped over her legs, the room was cosy and warm as the fire had been lit, the stockings hung above the fireplace and the tree glittered with the alternating Christmas lights, a photo of the pair being held by a glass snowman faced the couch, she smiled at the fond memory, it was the day they chopped down their own Christmas tree and it almost fell on top of him. " How much longer are you going to take with the popcorn?" she called to her boyfriend in the other room.

"Soon enough, I am sure you can be a little more patient for a little longer," he said. "You waited this long," he walked over gently tilting her head back to rest on the back of the couch and kissed her. "You've got loads of snacks on the table you can always tuck into those don't wait for me."

"But I am craving popcorn, not mince pies," she says. 

"You're always craving something," he chuckled. 

"Would it make you feel any better if I said I crave you and popcorn?" she asks putting her best puppy eyes on display for him.

"I can never resist that look," he said kissing her again and walking back out into the kitchen where the popcorn exploded everywhere in the kitchen. "She always distracts me that woman!" He saved what he could which was still a full bowl that overflowed, a small piece of popcorn almost dropped out of the bowl until he caught it, "here you go," he said and popped a piece of warm popcorn into her mouth. She smiles as she chews it and lays down on his legs the moment he sits down and places the bowl down on the table. "The Grinch again?" 

"It's a classic! Don't judge my choices!" Eva says sharply.

"But I'm not chill!" he says quickly gently stroking her hair and leaning forward to grab a handful of popcorn, he ate some before placing popcorn into her mouth too. "You're like a baby bird, can't feed yourself you rely on me to feed you!" 

"That's why I need you," she smiles. 

"Is that all I'm good for?" He mocks her. 

"Nooooo!" She answers like a child, "You're good for other things." She smiles. 

"Uh-huh," he turns back to the film joining in with the hatred scene from The Grinch. "LOATHE ENTIRELY!" he bellowed out, turning to look at her. 

"What?" she asks. 

"Nothing," he responds. 

"I know that's your favourite part of the film," she says. 

"Oh yes my dear," he said putting on The Grinchs voice, he started tickling her ribs. 

"No! No! Stop!" She giggles and tries fighting him off but the laughter weakens her and allows him to win.

"Not until you say you yield!" He says. 

"Never!" she announces proudly. 

"Then I am not going to stop," he says and begins ticking her even harder.  A few minutes later she yields. 

"Okay, okay, I yield!" she says. "I just don't wanna miss The Grinch song."

"Oh of course the only way to stop me is not to miss your favourite bit," he says pulling her onto his lap and kissing her head, the pair went back to watching the movie as it began to snow outside. 

"Looks like it's going to be a white Christmas just as you wished," he says.