The little footballs that were decorated around my stocking made my head spin and my hands sweaty. The burning sensation in my eyes only grew worse as I covered my mouth with my hand and tried not to openly sob. He’d remembered. Jesus. It was a small thing. But the fact that he paid attention to me, that he was here—surprising me. Solid and sure. Reliable. Affectionate, considerate. I couldn’t— Wait. Oh god. Baxter was dressed as an elf. An elf.
