Chapter 1 Dil P.O.V I woke up on Christmas Eve to the feeling of my hair being stroked,"You know, it's kind of weird having your boyfriend watch you sleep." I said, not moving but opening my eyes. "You know," he mimicked,"it's kind of weird dating your friend's brother. let alone having that friend at your throat all the time, making sure you're behaving." I sit up and face the brown haired man and kiss him gently, before sighing and resting my head on his,"Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas," he smiles as we pull away. "C'mon," I say getting up,"I'll make breakfast." He giggles,"No, you won't, I will." He gets up and walks to the kitchen with me,"Why do you always get to cook?" "Because, last time you cooked, you started a grease fire." "It wasn't my fault!" "I suppose the grease just decided to spill itself over the burner, all by itself?" I open my mouth to argue but close it and sit at the dining table while Phil gets out pancake mix. After a couple minutes I get up and go to my closet and get dressed. When I come back there are pancakes on the table and Phil's by the tree, placing a box underneath the pine needles,"What's that?" I ask. "I can't tell you," he says with a smirk, walking over to me,"It's a surprise, now let's eat."