Gregory couldn't help but chuckle at the milky moustache above Misty's lip as she hurriedly took another sip from the warm cup that she was nursing in her arms.

"What?" She asked with a nervous giggle, turning to look at him. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her cheeks were still a bright pink from their walk in the crisp December night air.

"Nothing." He told her. "It's just that you've got a little, um…"

He used his index finger to gesture at his own upper lip. Misty stared at him blankly for a moment before the realisation hit her and she wiped her mouth hurriedly.

"Thanks," she said, though her tone was apologetic, "I would have just kept on drinking. I am definitely taking some of this back home!"

Gregory smiled at his wife's antics. "I still can't believe you've never tried hot chocolate before."

Misty responded by taking another sip.

They fell into a comfortable silence there on Gregory's couch. It had been one week since their marriage in the courthouse and they'd been staying in Gregory's house since.

The wedding itself had been a very small affair. Gregory hadn't given Misty an immediate answer to her sudden proposal and had instead taken some time to think things through. But the more he thought, the more he began to realise that he couldn't think of a woman as sweet or kind as Misty and that he doubted that he would ever meet one. So he had said yes.

Then came the hard part. Gregory himself had always liked doing things the old-fashioned way but his mother was even more adamant about it, and their unexpected marriage concerned her to say the least. However, after one long phone call with Misty, Mrs Edgeworth had soon come to the conclusion that Misty was the perfect match for her son and had shared her blessings as well as an apology for not being able to attend at such short notice.

Misty's side… was a lot harder to convince. Misty had returned to Kurain Village after she'd initially ran away and had first taken the time to properly mourn her mother. Once she shared the news of the proposal to Morgan, her sister had refused to speak to her for a week. She was expected to marry one of the farmers near the village like everyone else. Luckily, with the help of many of the friendlier women in the village, she managed to change her sister's mind just enough. But her sister and the elders had one condition: she had to remain in the village and continue training to fulfil her position as Master of the Kurain Channelling Technique. It was as lenient as they were willing to be, and Misty told Gregory as much. The news that they would have to stay apart was heartbreaking for both of them, and Misty even offered to call it off so he could find someone better. But Gregory would have none of it.

So they'd made an agreement. The month following their wedding they would be able to stay together in Gregory's house. After that they would pursue their own lives and Gregory would commute to visit Misty as often as he could. And they were both fine with this.

"Thank you for showing me the lights in the city." Misty said once she'd finished her drink. "I never knew they could be so beautiful and colorful! I always thought the city was dull."

"It is most of the time," replied Gregory, grimacing at the dullness of his own house, "but since it's Christmas people love to decorate as much as they can. I would have decorated myself but I'm afraid I wouldn't know where to start. I'm, er, not that good at decorating and this is only my second Christmas in America."

He knew what his wife was going to suggest the moment she grabbed his hand with that familiar twinkle in her eye.

"I'll help! I love decorating! Next year, this will be the most festive place in the whole city. And that's a Fey promise!"

He smiled, before softly kissing her hand.

"I'd love that, thank you."

Misty blushed and shuffled closer to Gregory on the couch, before resting her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks for everything today." She whispered. "We've never really made a big deal about Christmas before and I had no idea people made such an effort."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He said as he stroked her hair gently.

"Greggy?"

"Mmm?"

"I think Christmas is now my favorite day of the year."

Gregory smiled wistfully, his mind bringing forth images of the future Christmases they could spend together.

"I think it's mine too."