Glad Tidings

Arthur looked down at the sleeping bundle in his arms and smiled. His son was only a few weeks old and yet he had surrendered his whole heart to the precious boy. Everyone said that he was the absolute image of Arthur and yet when Arthur gazed at his son's face all he could see was Merlin. The boy had Merlin's striking blue eyes and beautifully-sculpted face, while it was clear, even at this early stage, that he carried his father's strong yet gentle personality within him.

Falling in love with his son had taken Arthur completely by surprise. He'd expected, or rather he'd hoped, that he would care for the child but his conception had been such a shock and Arthur had spent the subsequent months so wracked with fear that he'd never really considered the child that would be at the end of it all. Of course being married to Merlin could never be straightforward and really, given their history, he should have known that their marriage would end up throwing all manner of things of his way. He'd simply never dreamed that his son would be one of those things.

They'd taken no steps to bring about the child's conception, indeed Arthur had been adamant that he was more than happy to appoint an heir when the need arose, so to be told, months ago, that his husband was expecting a baby was enough to turn his world upside down. He'd known that magic could make all manner of things possible but he'd never imagined it would ever be able to create life in such a way.

Given the nature of his own birth and what had happened to his mother, Arthur had been terrified for the whole time Merlin carried their child. He'd loved Merlin for so long and they'd come so far together that Arthur couldn't bear the idea of losing him. He'd barely been able to focus on the fact that they were having a child and a small, terrible part of himself that he'd been so ashamed of had resented the baby's existence.

He hadn't been able to share any of Merlin's excitement, any capacity for the emotion squashed down fiercely by the concern that overwhelmed him. There was so much uncertainty and no one had been able to assure him that Merlin would be able to carry the baby and give birth to him without harm to himself in the process. Merlin had been so happy and it had killed Arthur that he hadn't been able to share that happiness, that all he could think of was the notion he might lose the one person who meant more to him than anything in the world.

~*~ "Give me your hand," Merlin said, sitting by the window where he'd been gazing out at the stars.

"I'm working."

"The baby's moving. I want you to feel it."

"I…have things to attend to."

"Arthur," Merlin said with a heavy sigh, "this is your child too, you know."

"I'm perfectly aware of that. It's their future I'm trying to secure here. The peace treaty with Odin's kingdom is the most important thing I've achieved in my reign and it needs all my attention. I can't simply – "

"Arthur," Merlin said more firmly this time. "You can't keep ignoring this."

"I'm not, I – "

"Are you unhappy? Don't you want this baby?"

"How can you possibly think that?" Arthur asked, wishing Merlin wasn't quite so close to the truth.

"Because you've barely been able to look at me since we found out about it. You've taken no interest at all, you're not excited, you're not making any plans with me and I feel as though you blame me for ending up this way. I didn't do this on purpose, I can't help what my magic is capable of and I feel like you're punishing me for something I have no control over."

"Merlin, I…" Arthur trailed off and scrubbed a hand agitatedly over his face. He took a deep breath and shifted his chair closer, taking Merlin's hand and saying, "I'm sorry, truly sorry, if I've made you feel that way. I don't blame you for anything I'm just…I'm frightened and I don't know how to deal with it. I can't lose you, Merlin, it would kill me."

"You're not going to lose me," Merlin said gently.

"Can you promise me that? Deaths in childbirth are hardly uncommon and that's with natural pregnancies. We can't know for sure what will happen and the uncertainty is more than I can stand. I love you more than I've ever loved anything and, although it shames me, I fear I haven't the capacity to love anything that could cause you harm."

Merlin brought Arthur's hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to each knuckle before carefully taking it and laying it gently on his abdomen. "Our love is so powerful it created a brand new life. I can't say for sure that nothing will happen, no one can, but we made something wonderful just by loving one another. I can feel him growing every day and all I want is to share this with you, to feel that you love our child as much as I do."

Arthur pressed his palm against Merlin's stomach and felt the faintest movement stir beneath it. He hadn't yet been able to think of the small bump under Merlin's clothes as a child, as his child, and he still found it difficult to truly comprehend.

"I can't make any promises, Merlin, but I'll try, I will try."

Merlin gave him a sad smile and placed his hand on top of Arthur's. "Maybe you'll feel differently when he's here."

"Maybe." ~*~

Blue eyes slowly blinked open and looked up at him, the small features creasing as the tiny child adjusted to the light and focused on his father. Arthur smiled and felt his chest swell with love, reaching out to caress one tiny cheek with the pad of his forefinger. "Hello there, my tiny prince," he said in a whisper. "You've slept the day away, the world's changed while you've been dreaming."

He carried him over to the window and looked out to see the snow that blanketed the citadel. It had been years since it had snowed over the Yule period and Merlin said it was a good omen to have snowfall over the solstice. Preparations were being made for the festival that was to be held that evening and Arthur was nearly giddy at the thought of his son's first Yule.

Merlin had laughed and told him he was a fool. The little boy wouldn't remember his first year, let alone his first Yule, but Arthur was determined not to let the occasion pass unmarked. It was like he was seeing everything with new eyes, with a new appreciation, and everything held a new kind of wonder for him that he wanted to share with his son.

He was determined to be the kind of father he had always wanted his own to be. He had so much love and affection for his son that it was impossible not to show it. He never wanted the child to be in any doubt as to how he felt about him and he was determined that his son would never experience the kind of loneliness and emptiness that he himself had felt for much of his childhood.

He had gone against all standing traditions and insisted the child stay in his and Merlin's chambers, rather than being closeted away with a nursemaid. The castle had been faintly scandalised by it, especially when the king and his court sorcerer would turn up to a council meeting exhausted from being kept awake by a crying baby all night or with a faint stain of baby sick on their shoulder, but neither Arthur nor Merlin were willing to be parted from their son.

They'd made a slight concession in asking Gwen to nurse the baby, as she was still producing milk for her own child. She was also the only person, bar one or two of their friends, who they would leave their son with when they were both unable to be with him. Arthur was adamant that he would be as involved as he could in his son's life and he had no intention of passing the boy off to caretakers and tutors. His child would grow up with two parents who adored him completely and who didn't want to miss a single second of his life.

Arthur had been told that he was taking that a little too literally, indeed, he'd been told off by Merlin several times for picking the baby up when he'd been sleeping just because he was desperate to hold him and press him to his chest. That overwhelming need to be near him had struck him the first time the boy had been placed in his arms and it hadn't abated yet. He'd been dumbfounded and completely taken aback by the strength of his feelings and those emotions weren't anywhere near to wearing off.

~*~ "Why haven't I been allowed in yet?" Arthur said though gritted teeth as he paced the corridor outside his chambers.

"It was the same with Gwen," Lancelot said as he leant against the wall, his casual posture belying the nerves Arthur knew he was feeling.

"Well it's bloody ridiculous," Arthur growled, feeling the sudden insane desire to be in full armour with a sword in his hand. "Anything could be happening in there. I'm his husband for God's sake, I have a right to be there."

"I agree," Gwaine said, pacing almost as much as Arthur was, the skin around his thumb bloody where he'd chewed it in agitation.

"He'll be fine," Lancelot said gently. "Gaius won't let anything happen to him."

"Gaius might not have any control over something caused by magic," Arthur replied, trying to stop himself from panicking but feeling a rising sense of it in his chest.

Merlin was just the other side of the door and Arthur was powerless to help, to do anything, and this was the moment he'd been fearing for the last nine months. He felt sick and dizzy, and he wanted the whole damn thing to be over, to know that the love of his life was safe and that nothing could harm him.

He was about to kick the bloody door off its hinges, consequences be damned, when it opened and Gaius appeared with a smile. He opened his mouth but Arthur pushed past him into the room and headed straight for the bed where Merlin was sitting up and smiling brightly.

"Oh dear God, are you alright?" Arthur asked, cupping the man's chin and searching for any sign that Merlin was hurt or in distress.

"I'm fine, love," Merlin said, taking Arthur's hand. He gave him a mirthful look and said, "Don't you want to meet your son?"

It was only then that Arthur noticed the tiny bundle in Merlin's arms and he felt as though everything in the room came to a complete standstill as he looked at his son for the first time. The tiny child was swaddled in a blanket that had been a gift from Merlin's mother and eyes that were the same colour as Merlin's looked up at him with curiosity.

"Do you want to hold him?" Merlin asked, and Arthur was certain he felt his heart skip a beat.

He sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, his attention still focused solely on the baby in Merlin's arms and nodded slowly. Merlin moved carefully and transferred the baby gently into Arthur's arms, Arthur swallowing around a sudden lump in his throat and feeling completely overwhelmed.

He felt a sudden rush of emotion and he was certain his body couldn't contain it. All the doubts he'd had, all the indifference he'd felt and the concerns he'd had about not being able to love his child vanished in an instant. He felt love blossom in his chest and he held the little boy closer, suddenly no longer afraid of his tiny fragility.

"He's perfect," Arthur whispered, cataloguing every last detail of his son, from the eyes that were very obviously his father's to the mouth that looked just like his own. "My God, Merlin…look what we made."

He looked up and met Merlin's eyes, undone by the pride and love he saw reflected back at him. He wished now that he'd been able to enjoy all the months that had led to this moment, that he'd shared Merlin's excitement and that he'd prepared himself to be a father. He felt such fierce love for his son that it was an actual physical thing. It flowed through his veins and sent a beautiful warmth throughout his body, the kind he had only found in his love for Merlin.

"You like him then?" Merlin asked with a smile, leaning back against the pillows.

"He's…wondrous," Arthur breathed, looking back down at the precious bundle in his arms. "I never imagined…I never thought…"

Merlin reached for his hand and twined their fingers together while Arthur became aware that Gwaine and Lancelot had moved a little closer to the bed, waiting to get a glimpse of the new prince of Camelot.

"What are you calling him?" Lancelot asked, both he and Gwaine looking like the proud uncles Arthur knew they would become.

Arthur looked at Merlin, deferring to him. Many names had been suggested but Arthur hadn't committed to any of them, unable, at the time, to name something that still felt so utterly unreal.

"Matthew," Merlin said, his smile so beautiful Arthur wanted to commit it to memory and carry it within himself always. "It means gift."

"How apt," Gwaine said with a grin. "Come on, I've waited long enough, I want a hold of the lad."

"I think perhaps his father might be a little reluctant to give him up," Merlin said with an irritatingly smug expression, one that Arthur was more than willing to ignore given that his heart was currently thundering in his chest at being called a father. That was what he now was. He was father to this miraculous, beautiful boy and it was now his duty and his privilege to protect and care for him.

"I'll give him back, I promise," Gwaine said, holding his arms out, obviously not willing to be deterred.

Arthur paused then very unwillingly passed his son over to the man, his arms feeling instantly bereft without him. He watched as Gwaine tucked the baby into the crook of his elbow while Lancelot came to stand beside him, reaching out and letting Matthew curl his tiny fingers around his forefinger.

"He's a cracker," Gwaine said. "He's the spit of you, Arthur."

"He has Merlin's eyes, though," Lancelot said, his expression soft as he smiled down at the baby, Arthur ridiculously jealous that they were looking at his son while he wasn't. He was resisting the very strong urge to snatch the baby back, his entire body aching to hold him again.

"Welcome to the world, little fella. I'm your Uncle Gwaine and this is your Uncle Lancelot. You'll have other uncles but we'll be your favourites. We'll teach you how to ride a horse, how to hold a sword, how to cheat at cards and how to hold your ale."

"Such a wonderful influence," Merlin said wryly but Arthur could see that his husband was practically bursting with happiness.

"You'll teach him none of those things, today," Gaius said, looking at them all with an expression of great fondness. "I think perhaps it's time we left the new parents in peace and gave Merlin a chance to rest."

"Aye, he does look like he's been trampled by a herd of cattle," Gwaine said with a good-natured grin while Lancelot gave him a gentle cuff around the back of the head with a huff of frustration.

"Let's have him back," Merlin said, and Gwaine shifted Matthew into his father's arms, showing an incredible gentleness that Arthur was surprised to see he possessed. "Come and see us again tomorrow and bring everyone, especially Gwen. I can't wait for her to meet him."

"We will," Lancelot said, bracing his hand on Gwaine's shoulder. "Congratulations, you two. He's wonderful."

They both gave a bow that was more affectionate than it was deferent and left the room, Gaius behind them.

"Gaius," Merlin said, as the man was about to close the door behind him.

"My boy?" Gaius said, looking every inch the proud father and grandfather Arthur knew the man felt himself to be.

"Thank you, for everything," Merlin said softly. "I couldn't have done this without you."

"My pleasure, Merlin. Sire." He smiled at them both warmly and left them to their little sanctuary.

Arthur took a deep breath and shifted to sit beside Merlin, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tucking him tightly to his side. He looked down at their son and wondered how one person could possibly contain all the emotion he felt at that moment. He pressed a kiss to Merlin's temple and whispered, "We made him, my love. He's all ours."

"I knew you'd fall in love with him," Merlin said, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder while Arthur continued to stare at his son in wonder.

"That's exactly what it feels like. It's the same heady rush, the same overpowering need to be close to him. It's dizzying and breath-taking and my head's swimming with it. I was such a fool." He reached out held one tiny fist in the palm of his hand, saying, "I thought I didn't have it in me to love him, I thought my heart was too full with love for you and there was no more room left to love another person but it feels like my heart's doubled in size. I can't believe I get to be his father."

"So," Merlin said with a sly smile, "you'll be wanting him moved to a nursemaid's chamber then? Have them look after him I suppose."

"Over my dead body," Arthur said with a growl as Matthew's tiny hand curled around his finger. "He's staying in here with us. I'm not having anyone else looking after him."

"Kings don't look after their children, Arthur," Merlin said teasingly and Arthur tightened his old around his husband's shoulders.

"This one does," Arthur said, mesmerised as Matthew's intense blue eyes looked up at him searchingly. He was thoroughly enchanted by the notion that his would be the face his son would seek out, that those beautiful eyes that were so like his father's would meet his across a sea of people and his son would know that he was safe and loved. "I want him close always, I don't want anyone else looking after him."

"Me neither," Merlin said softly. "I've waited so long to meet him and now he's here I couldn't imagine handing him over to a nursemaid. He's ours, he belongs with us."

"I'm sorry I held myself back so much while you carried him," Arthur said, feeling a quiet sadness that he was only now able to celebrate his son's existence and that he'd felt so conflicted about it before.

"I know you were worried," Merlin said, rocking Matthew gently as he began to snuffle and wriggle.

"I resented him," Arthur admitted softly, guilt gnawing uncomfortably at him. "He…posed a threat to you, he could have killed you, and I couldn't come to terms with that. I didn't know how to give my heart to something that could be such a risk."

"And now?" Merlin asked with a smile that told Arthur the man exactly what was in his heart.

"Now I would die for him," Arthur said with a reverent whisper. "I didn't think it was possible to feel that way about anyone but you. It seems I'm now twice as fortunate as I was when I woke up this morning."

"As am I," Merlin said, nestling in deeper to Arthur's hold, their son safe in his embrace.

"You should sleep, my love. You've been through a lot."

"I will," Merlin said with a content smile. "But I just want to hold him for a little while longer. I'm not ready to let him go just yet. Can we just sit like this for a bit?"

"Of course," Arthur said, holding his husband close and gazing down at their son, wondering what miraculous twist of fate had brought these two precious souls into his life but feeling eternally grateful for the fact that they were his to love and cherish. "Love you," he whispered.

"Love you too," Merlin said sleepily, and Arthur's heart swelled in his chest, feeling like the proudest man to have ever walked the face of the earth. ~*~

"Now then, my little prince," Arthur said as he shifted Matthew to rest against his shoulder, "we should start getting ready for your first Yule celebration."

"I knew you'd wake him," came Merlin's voice from the doorway, and Arthur turned to see the man standing there with his hands on his hips.

"I didn't wake him," Arthur protested and Merlin fixed him with a look that said he knew perfectly well that he was lying. "Well…I picked him up for a cuddle but he was sleeping for ages! He's only just woken up now."

"I have been trying to get him into a proper sleeping pattern and you keep messing it up because you can't leave him alone for five seconds."

"He looked lonely in the cot, like he needed a cuddle from his father," Arthur said, grinning at Merlin's indulgent eye-roll while Matthew snuffled against his shoulder and began making the little cooing noises that always melted Arthur's heart.

"Give him here, you dollophead," Merlin said with a huff, carefully lifting their son from Arthur's hold and settling him against his chest. "Has your daft father been bothering you again, my love?" he asked the little boy as he pressed gentle kisses to his forehead and cheeks. "Won't he give you a moment's peace? I know the feeling, although he's far nicer to you than he is to me."

Arthur looked at his husband with a smile, sometimes finding it hard to believe that it was their son he was watching the man with. He'd spent far longer than he would care to admit simply watching Merlin and Matthew together, utterly enchanted by their interactions, by Merlin's tenderness and affection with the baby, by how completely in love with their son Merlin clearly was.

"Have you seen the snow, my darling?" Merlin said softly, looking out of the window while he cradled Matthew against his body. "It's a good omen, you know. It means you'll be blessed."

"Of course he's blessed," Arthur said, shifting behind Merlin and wrapping his arms around him and their son, basking in the privilege of getting to hold them both so close. "He has you for a father."

"You've become awfully soppy since he was born, you know. I had no idea I'd married such a sap," Merlin said with a teasing smile while Arthur stroked Matthew's soft, fine hair, already nearly as black as Merlin's.

"If you're going to be rude then I'll stop saying nice things and direct all my attention to my son instead. He'll appreciate me."

"He'd appreciate you a lot more if you'd leave him to sleep peacefully rather than picking him up every time you feel the urge for a cuddle," Merlin retorted.

Arthur smiled and nuzzled his nose in Merlin's thick hair, watching as Matthew's intelligent eyes sought them both out, Arthur never tiring of being the focus of his son's attention. "I'm afraid I can't help myself, my love," he murmured softly. "I can't be away from him. It was hell in the council meeting this morning. I just wanted to call a close to it so I could come back here and be with him."

"That's exactly what you did do," Merlin said with a laugh, Matthew's expression becoming more curious as he looked up at his parents.

"Well," Arthur said, feeling only mildly chagrined, "I could have ended it a lot sooner."

"I can't say I blame you," Merlin said, smiling brightly down at their son. "He's captivating, isn't he?"

"Utterly," Arthur whispered next to Merlin's temple, wondering what he had ever done in his life to be worthy of such a precious gift. "I can't believe we made him, I can't believe your magic took our love and turned it into something so miraculous. I can't believe I'm capable of feeling this much love."

"Having been the recipient of your love for a number of years now I can say with certainty that you're completely capable of it. Our son's very fortunate."

"Did you worry I wouldn't love him?" Arthur asked, finding the notion so entirely incomprehensible now his son was here and he'd taken Arthur's heart hostage with no hope of it ever being returned.

"I worried it might be difficult for you but I know how big your heart is, Arthur. I knew you'd find it in yourself to love him. I never quite imagined I'd have to stop you picking him up every five minutes because you'd fallen completely head over heels for him, mind," Merlin added with a grin and Arthur laughed, holding his husband and his son a little more tightly.

"Head over heels for you both, darling. I have more luck than I'm sure I deserve."

They stayed looking out at the snow for a little while longer before getting ready to go down and join the solstice celebrations. They bundled Matthew in warm clothes and placed him in the sling Arthur had made, the little boy pressed tightly against Merlin's body.

Arthur had questioned why Merlin didn't just use magic to keep Matthew warm but Merlin was reluctant. He argued that they didn't know how magic would affect him and that it was far better to use traditional methods where possible. Arthur saw the sense of it but he sensed that there was more to Merlin's reticence than he was letting on.

They went down to the large, open quad where the majority of the festival was being held, several servants tending to the huge bonfire in the middle of it all. The atmosphere was alive with chatter and laughter and Arthur was happy to see his kingdom so at peace. They walked amongst the market stalls and bought spiced wine and sweet pastries, everyone cooing over Matthew and offering gifts to the young prince.

They hadn't taken him out much in public, not wishing to make a spectacle of him, but they were both prepared to make an exception for the solstice. People had been respectful of their wish for privacy but Arthur knew that the whole kingdom was abuzz with news of the royal baby who had been born from magic and that those within the castle were already gossiping about the king's break with tradition when it came to looking after his son himself.

Arthur didn't really care. He'd been the subject of gossip all his life and that had increased tenfold when he'd married Merlin. He'd ignored it then and he was more than prepared to ignore it now it came to his son. He was happy and his kingdom was thriving; there was little more he could ask for.

"Uncle Arthur!" came a voice as something small barrelled into his legs.

"Here's trouble," he said, grinning as he picked the little girl up and scooped her onto his hip. "Where's your mother?"

"Right behind her, as usual," came Gwen's voice as she weaved her way through the crowds. "I can't stop her bouncing from one stall another, she's mesmerised."

"And why wouldn't you be, my love?" Merlin said, reaching out and running a hand through her thick curls. At nearly four, Carys was the image of Gwen with beautiful dark hair and a smile that could melt the hardest of hearts. She had Lancelot's eyes and his gentle manner and she had grown up with all the knights, Camelot's court sorcerer and the king himself as her doting uncles.

"Can I see the baby?" Carys asked with wide eyes. She had her own baby brother but now Aneirin was nearly a year old she was somewhat less enamoured of him.

Merlin angled his body to let her see the baby and Carys peeped into Merlin's makeshift sling where Matthew was sleeping. "You like him?" Merlin asked with a smile and Carys nodded, her black curls bouncing around her face.

"I'd best find Lancelot and my son," Gwen said, removing Carys from Arthur's hip and placing her on her own. "You two had better move if you want to get a good spot at the bonfire, you have to make a solstice wish after all."

"I'm wishing for my own pony," Carys said with a tilt of her head.

"You have the entire Camelot stables at your disposal," Gwen said with a laugh.

"But none of them are mine," Carys argued as though she believed her mother to be a little slow.

Gwen rolled her eyes with a smile and bade them farewell as she disappeared back through the crowds with her daughter. Arthur wrapped an arm around Merlin's shoulders and said, "Come on, let's find a good place to watch the bonfire."

They walked through the throngs of people and made their way to the huge bonfire, which was burning cheerfully while people stepped forward to throw sprigs of holly into the flames while they made their wishes. Arthur watched as young couples threw their sprigs, wishing for happy marriages, as farmers wished for a bountiful harvest, as mothers-to-be wished for the safe delivery of their babies. It was an old practice and one Arthur had never bothered with himself but he'd always enjoyed watching the wishes of others and hoping they would come to fruition.

"Merlin," Arthur said softly as the fire warmed them, "are you worried Matthew will have magic?"

He felt Merlin tense a little before he sighed and said, "Yes."

"Why? We lifted the ban years ago, he'll be perfectly safe if it turns out he does possess magic."

"It isn't that," Merlin said, curling an arm around the tiny buddle where it was swaddled against his body.

"Is it me?" Arthur asked reluctantly. "Are you worried that I don't want him to be magical?"

Merlin smiled and said, "No, my love. I've seen your thoughts and feelings change towards magic over the years and I've seen how you react to mine. I trust you completely where magic's concerned and I have faith that your complete love for Matthew means nothing could change how you feel about him. I just…worry."

Merlin took a deep breath and Arthur kept quiet while he let the man gather his thoughts, Merlin saying eventually, "It can be lonely to be different, to feel so set apart from those around you. I can't bear the thought of him being isolated and viewed with suspicion simply because he was born with a gift he couldn't control."

"He'll be different anyway, whether we like or not. He's the prince of Camelot, heir to the throne, and that itself will set him apart from all others. Everything about him makes him unique, including the circumstances of his existence, and there will be times when he'll feel the burden of his differences. Luckily, he'll have two parents who know exactly how that feels and will do all they can to make him feel protected and loved."

"You're right," Merlin said softly. "It doesn't happen often, of course, but in this instance you are. We should celebrate his differences, not lament them. He's a miracle and he's our miracle, it's up to us to make him know just how precious he is."

Arthur held him close and smiled as more people came forward to cast their wishes into the flames, all with bright eyes that emanated hope for the future. The stars shone brightly overhead and an odd kind of mysticism blanketed the cold winter evening.

"Will you make a wish this year?" Arthur asked Merlin as they stood together, Merlin's arm around his waist while his other held Matthew close.

"I couldn't imagine wishing for any more than I already have," Merlin said, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder and nestling in to his hold.

Arthur tightened his arm around his husband's shoulders and placed his other hand over Merlin's where it gently cradled Matthew's head. He looked down at his sleeping son and felt the warmth seeping from Merlin's body, a sense of peace and contentment washing over him.

"No," Arthur said softly, pressing a kiss to Merlin's temple, "neither can I."


AN: I'm almost certain I'm going to turn this into a series because I just love these two as parents so much but for now I really hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a comment and let me know.

For all of you who celebrate Christmas, I hope you have a lovely time and for those who don't I hope you get to enjoy whatever time off with family and friends you might have. I'm also sending love for those of you who have a tough time at this time of year and my DMs are always open if you need a friend. Much love, guys 💟