David woke up Christmas morning, the cold wind coming through the cracked open window. He managed to wiggle out from beneath Regina and Killian's grip, heading over and closing the shutters once more. He looked at his three sleeping partners in bed, Killian softly snoring while he could barely tell if Snow and Regina were breathing at all. They were such quiet sleepers, the only sign being how their bare chests raised and fell.
It was weird not being home for Christmas. He missed his mom and yet, he wouldn't take back the night before for anything in the world. He had been given the best gift, the three of them asking if he would stay officially. He wasn't their toy anymore, he was a real part of the relationship.
He still didn't know if he deserved it or not. He was a poor boy, a shepherd. Then again, Killian hadn't come from money either. He had once been sold into servitude by his own father. Snow and Regina had fallen for him regardless. How was it so easy for him to be a Prince Consort? Just working in the castle gave him anxiety.
Yet, he loved the three of them so much. He wanted it, even if he didn't feel like he belonged.
Regina, Snow and Killian had given the guards the day off, so he walked through the empty halls down to the sitting room with the beautifully decorated tree. There were more presents surrounding it than David had ever seen. Most Christmases, he got a stocking with some food and a couple of smaller gifts, if his mom could afford it. Some year, the present was just a tree itself.
"A lot to take in, huh, lad?"
Killian's voice caused David to jump. "You scared me."
He chuckled, cupping his face. "Merry Christmas," he said, kissing him gently.
David savored the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around his waist, going to fiddle with the sash around his robe. "Merry Christmas. Where's Regina and Snow?"
"Still sleeping. I woke up and saw you were missing. Got worried."
"Just wanted to look at the tree again. It's… a lot to get used to."
"I felt the same way when I first got here. It can be overwhelming. Let's take it slow, huh?" David nodded and he smiled. "Good."
He bent down and grabbed hold of a couple of packages, wrapped in green paper.
"These are from me."
David unwrapped them, finding a leather bound book along with some charcoal pencils inside. The other one contained some blank paper and paints, with some amazing brushes. David's eyes widened and he looked up at Killian, who merely shrugged.
"You kept using my art supplies, so I figured I'd get you your own."
"Thank you," he whispered. "These…these are perfect."
"Don't mention it."
"My gift doesn't even compare to this. I just made you a stupid painting."
"Hey. Nothing," Killian cupped his cheeks once more. "You made could ever be stupid."
The two began to kiss once more. They only pulled away when they heard Regina and Snow coming into the foyer.
"Opening presents without us, aye?" Regina asked, slipping an arm around Killian.
"Sorry, love, just wanted to break David into it." He pecked her cheek, wishing her a Merry Christmas.
David pulled Snow close to him to give her a kiss as well. "You ready to open gifts? Should I make you some coffee first?"
Snow shook her head. "Nah. Seeing the excitement in your eyes is all the energy I need."
