✨ “Christmas decoration at Xena & Gabby’s (aka: embarrassing us singles)” ✨
Me and Lila showed up at Xena & Gabrielle’s place today with coffee, snacks, and the emotional stamina of two single girls walking into a couple’s apartment during the holidays.
We expected chaos. We expected Gabrielle running around like a Christmas elf. We did not expect the place to look like Pinterest had achieved inner peace.
Gabby was on the floor, cross-legged, arranging Christmas decorations with all the focus of someone handling ancient treasures. She looked up and smiled:
“Finally! Help me decide—should the fairy lights be warm glow… or cozy warm glow?”
Xena, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, smirked: “Gabrielle… they’re identical.”
Gabby gasped like she’d been personally betrayed by the lighting gods. “They are absolutely NOT identical.”
She looked at us for backup, and we just shrugged, because honestly? They were identical.
We started decorating—hanging stockings, fixing ribbons, arguing about where the little Christmas village should go—while Gabrielle hummed carols and Xena “helped” by moving things to the wrong spots on purpose.
Every. Single. Time.
Gabby finally spun around: “Xena. Stop. Touching. Things.”
Xena: “What? I’m helping.” Gabby: “You hung the reindeer upside down.” Xena: “Maybe he’s doing yoga.”
Lila and I were dying laughing, but then…
Then it happened.
Gabrielle reached for the top shelf to place a small ornament and almost dropped it. Before anyone could react, Xena stepped behind her, one arm around her waist, the other steadying her wrist.
Gabby froze… then smiled without even looking back.
And suddenly, the whole room felt like that slow, warm, soft glow couples get when the universe reminds singles that yes… we are very single.
Xena, in a voice way too soft for anyone’s good: “Careful… you’re precious cargo.”
Gabrielle, flustered but trying not to look it: “Or maybe you just don’t want me breaking another ornament.”
Xena leaned in, whispered something we definitely weren’t supposed to hear, and Gabby turned as red as a Christmas ribbon.
Me and Lila on the couch, gripping our coffees: “…okay. We’re dead.”
Gabrielle finally turned, glowing and breathless: “Sorry! I forgot you two were here!”
And Xena—THE AUDACITY—smirked at us: “You two okay? Need a minute? Fan? Therapy?”
We just nodded. Wordless. Defeated.
Because honestly? Decorating Christmas with them is magical— but watching them flirt right in front of us… is emotional torture we did NOT sign up for this season.
And yeah, I completely got swept away by the magic of the moment:
“Lila… can we blame them? If I were you, Gabrielle would totally fall on purpose… but it’s just me and you two living together, so you have all the time to fall into her arms.”
Lila looked at me, expression deadpan: “What?!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop before this nonsense goes too far…”
Gabby, hanging the last ornament: “Please…”
I pouted: “Okay…”
Lila laughed and, trying to comfort me, actually kissed my cheek.
Everyone burst out laughing.
No ornament or Gabby’s waist were harmed during the production of this unmotion picture 😏
