He wakes up on Christmas morning, sprawled across Keith's chest, Keith sprawled across his couch and sun light filtering in through the window.
He blinks sleepily, unsure of what woke him, not wanting to wake Keith in order to find out but awake enough already that he can't just lie down and sleep again. But he's happy Keith is here and will take every minute of contact he can get. So he closes his eyes and nuzzles back down into the broad chest, grin cracking across his face as Keith brings his arms up, flops them lazily around his waist and hums in his sleep. It's so sweet it almost hurts and he has to bury his nose into the shirt underneath him to stifle a happy noise.
It's when he's almost relaxed, almost asleep again becasue Keith is comfortable and warm and they don't ave anything to do today anyway, that he hears a noise again, a sort of snuffling, low and suspicious accompanied with an incriminating crinkling noise . Ivan cracks an eye open, blinks, and laughs loud enough that Keith jerks awake, the movement so sudden that Ivan is sent to the floor in a fit of laughter, landing among the pile of paper and ribbon and bows of presents previously stacked in the corner, presents no longer stacked due to the impatience of a child in a dogs body, done with waiting patiently to open his gifts.
