A/N - This wasn't technically part of the Navidad Mini Fic Challenge, But I wanted to group all of my holiday stories todather. So here it is :) A fluffy married Eleteo Navidad story written for msmarshmallowmadness on Tumblr as part of the EOA Secret Santa Project.

Mateo stood in the doorway, a breakfast tray balanced carefully in his hands as he peered into the dimly lit bedroom where the he could just make out the form of the queen of Avalor sleeping peacefully beneath the sheets. A soft smile tugging at his lips, his eyes followed the lines of the sheet draped artfully over the elegant curve of her waist to her hip and back up to her shoulder, where he paused, watching the gentle rise and fall that came from each precious breath.

Light trickled in from beyond the doorway and fell upon her face–– her dark eyelashes resting on her cheeks and her hair a glorious tangled mess strewn across the pillow. Mateo's heart swelled as he watched his precious wife slumber on, unable to help the love and pride welling up in him as he reflected on how thankful he was that this beautiful creature was his and he was hers.

It was Navidad morning and they'd had a late night filled with their combined family celebrations for Buena Noche–– Elena's first Navidad as queen and their first Navidad as a married couple. The night before had been like something out of a dream. Not only did Elena and Mateo finally get to celebrate together, but when it was all over, they retired to the royal suite and had fallen asleep reveling in the lingering pleasant feelings left long after the festivities had ended–– together in each other's arms.

Mateo slept very little, he'd never been one to need much sleep and as a wizard he felt like his mind was always running on overtime, so it had become one of his chiefest pleasures in the last months to watch Elena as she fell asleep in his arms and wake up to find her still sleeping peacefully where he'd left her for those few hours he'd risked venturing into the land of dreams.

In the past, Mateo had been eager to get an early morning start on whatever projects he had stewing in his workshop, but since the wedding he found himself lingering in bed for hours every morning, watching her sleep and simply enjoying the feeling of having her there in his arms.

That morning, however, he'd slipped out of bed early to surprise her with a breakfast tray, so they could enjoy breakfast in bed together. She slept so deeply, she didn't even notice that he'd left–– aside from her initial incoherent grumbling about being cold when he'd first gotten out of bed. But he'd quickly tucked the covers back around her and she instantly snuggled deep into the blankets with a sleepy smile on her face.

He'd returned with a tray laden with all of her favorite breakfast goodies–– strawberries and mangos; huevos rancheros; fried potatoes; freshly squeezed orange juice; hot rich, dark coffee; and, of course, a heaping platter of pan dulce–– Elena's favorite. In one corner of the tray was a tiny vase with a bundle of poinsettias and in the other corner was a small wrapped gift–– Elena's Navidad gift from him.

Pulling the bedroom door shut behind him, Mateo tiptoed in slippered feet across the room and carefully set the tray on one of the bedside tables. He then pulled the curtains open, allowing the rosy sunrise to sift through the enormous arching windows and fan across the room.

Elena remained asleep.

Chuckling quietly to himself, Mateo had known that waking her so early would be a challenge, but it had to be done. They had Navidad with their family later that morning, so breakfast had to be now or never. Approaching his sleeping queen, he slid into the bed beside her and laid his head next to hers so that they were nearly nose to nose. Smiling he placed his hand on her arm and gently ran it up and down the length of it, saying quietly, "Elena? Mi amor? It's time to wake up." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

She smiled at his touch, but did not otherwise stir.

Mateo slid his hand to her waist, running it along the soft curve, smiling again as he said, "Elena? Mi reina? Wake up, it's Navidad. We have a lot to do today."

She didn't stir, but her mouth slowly curved into a wicked smile.

Mateo grinned. "So it's going to be like that, is it?" he sighed dramatically with the air of the longsuffering, "Fine, have it your say," and leaned in again, this time pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her lips.

Smiling against his lips, Elena slid the arm that wasn't caught beneath her pillow up and around his shoulders, pressing herself closer to him as she returned his kiss with fervor, her lips parting slightly, she murmured, "Feliz Navidad,mi amor."

"Feliz Navidad, amor," Mateo murmured in reply, "Are we awake now?"

"I don't know–– maybe? I think I'll need another kiss to be certain."

"You're greedy this morning," Mateo laughed quietly, but was all too happy to give in to her simple demand.

Elena grinned, reveling in the early morning kisses as she said quietly, "Mmm…but it's Navidad. Consider it a gift."

"Oh? But I have your Navidad gift just over there. Shall I take it back?" Mateo teased, gesturing from where he laid beside her over to the untouched breakfast tray.

"Really?" Elena pulled away just enough to look at him curiously. "You didn't have to get me anything."

Mateo snorted, "Of course I did. What kind of husband doesn't get a Navidad gift for his wife?" His gaze softened and he smiled, stroking her hair as he said quietly, "I love you, mi amor. Of course I got you a gift."

Elena beamed at him, her eyes shining with happiness as he got up and retrieved the breakfast tray, and, sliding back onto the bed, he set it onto his lap while Elena arranged herself into a seated position. Her eyes lit up when she saw the tray of goodies.

"Oh! Look at all of this! You brought pan dulce! My favorite!"

"Yes, I know," Mateo said, "You may have told me once or twice over the years."

He took a moment to busy himself over the tray, pouring mugs of coffee for them both and goblets of orange juice. Elena snatched a piece of pan dulce from the top of the pile and took a big bite out of it, moaning with delight as the sweet bread practically melted in her mouth.

Grinning at Mateo, she bumped her shoulder against his, saying through a mouthful of pan dulce, "Thanks for bringing two of my favorite things together, amor–– breakfast and bed. You're the best!" She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, transferring a few sweet bread crumbs from her lips as she pulled away.

Mateo laughed, "You're welcome, but didn't your mother or grandmother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full? I'm sure I've heard Esteban say something about how that's not proper princess behavior."

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," she said airily, "I am the very model of perfect princess behavior."

"Right, mmhmm, whatever you say mi amor," Mateo said dryly, giving her a quick poke in the side, which caused her to squeal with laughter.

"Don't! I'm going to spill my coffee!" she wailed as she laughed.

"Oops! Sorry!"

The two of them laughed and talked about the fun they had the evening before as they enjoyed their breakfast in bed together–– both of them enjoying the sweet time together with little touches and cuddles between them as they worked on eating their breakfast.

When they had finished the final piece of pan dulce, Elena spied the small package in the corner of the tray, looking curiously at Mateo she asked, "What is it?"

Eyes twinkling, Mateo kissed her on the cheek and said, "Why don't you open it and find out?"

Elena reached for the tiny package and carefully opened it, revealing a small hinged box. Opening the box she gasped at the beautiful golden bangle inlaid with rubies and turquoise stones. Mounted on the center was a large golden heart with tiny ruby flower petals inlaid along the top. Engraved across the center were the words, "Mi Amor".

Peering more closely at the heart she noticed that it was a locket and carefully opened it. She smiled hugely, her eyes filling with tears as she beheld the miniature version of the royal portrait that had been painted just after their wedding and Mateo's coronation as prince consort to the queen.

Mateo had just finished moving the tray back to the bedside table when she turned to him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, whispering, "It's perfect."

Smiling gently, he cupped her face and leaned in to kiss away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes. Rubbing his thumb softly against her cheeks, he said, "I'm glad you like it. Feliz Navidad, Elena."

"Feliz Navidad, Mateo," she whispered.

They sat like that a moment longer, simply looking at one another and counting each precious blessing before Mateo noticed the time.

"So," he said, clearing his throat, "do you think it's time that we dressed for the day? Our families will be looking for us soon."

"Almost," Elena's gaze shifted and her smile turned positively feline as she leaned in to press a slow, lingering kiss to the soft skin just beneath his ear, speaking in a low, sultry voice, "But first–– there's one more thing I want for Navidad."

Mateo grinned crookedly, sliding an arm around her, and said, "Oh? And what's that?"

Turning towards him she placed her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him down onto the pillows as she said, "You, amor. All I want for Navidad, is you."

Heart swelling with gratitude and happiness and love for this precious soul who so thoroughly held his heart, Mateo tugged her closer–– closing the distance between them and met her lips with his own, smiling as he kissed her in a way that sent tingles of delight pulsing down her spine, murmuring, "And I you, mi amor. All I want is you."