Merry Christmas, Maria! Lots of love, your Secret Santa.
And as he held her, his arms tightening as he buried his face in her silken hair, he trembled slightly at the idea of ever having to let her go. Of losing her. Gods, he couldn't...he couldn't function, he couldn't breathe at the idea of having his Lily disappear on him. And it was selfish, and the worst fucking timing, but he couldn't help it.













