Everything I Could Have Asked For
It was your first Christmas with Lewis as a married couple. You wanted this Christmas to be special. You turned to your side, hoping to cuddle closer to your husband in bed, but his spot was vacant.
You suddenly turn your head to the door, hearing it swing open and saw Lewis holding two mugs.
"Merry Christmas, love. Made some hot chocolate with some candy canes." He said, offering the mug as you sat up in bed.
"Merry Christmas." you whispered, kissing his plush lips softly, then sipping your delicious drink, then making a scrunched face.
"Wished that was coffee? Still don't understand why you had to stop yourself from enjoying." Lewis quipped, snuggling closer to you.
"It's called heartburn. Maybe if I close my eyes, it will magically turn into a latte." You said, as Lewis' free handheld you close.
"I don't think that's how physics works. But, I could wrong. Wasn't really known to be a science guy if you guessed."
You fake gasped, placing a hand on your chest, making Lewis roar with laughter.
"I gonna make you pay for that." He said.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" You said, placing your mug on your nightstand. Lewis' eyes glint with mischief as he placed his mug down, now using both hands to hold your waist as he peppered your neck with kisses.
"Maybe - we can - skip - presents." He said, as all he wanted to do was stay in this bed with you.
You hum as your fingers comb through his hair.
"Lew..." you warned, knowing that he should open up his present today.
"Alright alright, but could I just hold you for a few minutes? That's all I need in this moment."
Your husband always had a way with words, so you two lied down and just felt present: no long-distance video calls on the phone or either of you working vigorously.
For doing nothing, it felt like you were doing everything.
Finally, you two rushed down the stairs and ate for a bit before opening presents. You two decide to sit on the floor.
Lewis insisted on giving you his gift first.
You open his gift and see a bunch of printed tickets for flights are framed.
"These are all the tickets we had when we'd flown out to see each other. I carried a box with me on tour cause it made me realize we always made things work no matter the distance. Finally had a chance to frame it now."
You trace your fingers to every place you two visited each other, from Glasgow, New York, even the Neverlands where he proposed.
"Lew this is amazing, I-I love it." You said, beginning to cry. You kissed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Now, it's your turn." You said, getting up and dragging a rather large box and placing it by his lap.
Lewis began to tear off the wrapping paper and slowly opened the box. Inside of the gift was an old guitar but its strings replaced.
"What's this?" He says, squinting as he took it out.
"It's your first guitar that you played on! I remember when you said you sold it to a pawn shop. I did a little digging and found it online. I absolutely was sure it was yours when I saw your initials carved in the back."
Lewis flips it over and sees the small carved initials he placed on the neck of the guitar. He chuckles as he begins to remember.
"Dad was mad when he first saw that. But I said it gave it character. I can't believe you remembered, love! It's smaller than I imagined, it was only made for kids when I had it." He says, starting to play a few strings as he begins to tune it.
"Well, you can use it to teach our kids how to play the guitar one day. Perhaps in nine months or so." You said.
Lewis smiles at the thought as he still plays until your words finally dawn on him. He looks at you with wide eyes as he places the guitar down.
"Wait." He said, shuffling closer to your grinning self.
"Are we - Are you..." He began stuttering as he held your waist.
You nod eagerly as you reach for another gift.
"One way to find out." You said. Lewis frantically grabs it as he tears apart the package, lifting the lid to see two positive pregnancy tests.
His eyes gloss over as he looks back at you with teary eyes.
"We're having a baby." He says, his voice choked up.
You crawl into his lap as you hug him tightly. Now both of you are crying at this point. Lewis buried his face in the crook of your neck as he cried happily. He then pulled away, and you wiped his tears.
"Imma mess." He chuckled.
"You're my mess. And you're going to be the most wonderful father to our little one." You said. Both of you look down at your non-existent bump as Lewis places his hand softly on your belly, looking at you with a loving gaze.
"This is everything I could have asked for."