"Arthur awoke the dawn of Christmas Day in Eames's firm hold around his waist. He squirmed out of his grasp, hips still sore from last night. Arthur crept out the door of their bedroom to the tree. The gift Eames had been making such a big deal about was up front, wrapped in black paper. He ripped it open faster then a little kid well, on Christmas. He smiled. An MLG grenade launcher, with a ring tied to the barrel with a white ribbon. "I told you you must dream a bit bigger, darling." Eames smiled from the door. "This is a real kick." Arthur said smiling back. Eames carried him back to the bedroom, kissing the whole way. "Is this a dream?" Arthur asked. "No, it's better. It's real.