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Something else magical was the fact that I actually had a boyfriend this holiday season! His name was Silvio Ricci, and when we first met, I don’t think either of us actually envisioned dating one another. His initial pompous, bratty attitude made me angry, and he treated me like a nuisance. Time, however, shoved us forward into one another’s arms, and a feeling of understanding was born. Something within us shifted, and in the span of weeks we’d gone from bickering in each other’s faces to making out in his bedroom. He was my first in a lot of ways, and now he’d be my first holiday boyfriend.

Silvio confessed to me he’d never really done a lot of holiday things with his family. None of the Christmas decorations, or movies, or light viewings, or anything most people did around this time of year. This, obviously, could not stand. As long as Silvio was with me, he was going to celebrate the holidays the way they should be! He was going to have fun and feel that warm feeling in his chest when someone thanked him after receiving a special present. Some activities would be a lot of fun, like Christmas movies, but I had one particular idea in mind.

In front of me was a tub of dough balls that I had made the previous night. Silvio and I were going to make cookies together, and he was going to love it just like I did!

“Ay! I’m here!” Silvio called, opening the door. “(Y/N), you here?”

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen! Come on!”

Silvio entered the kitchen and widened his eyes. “Are we gonna be using that whole thing?” he asked, staring at the dough.

“Of course! I made it. We might as well use it, right?” I turned around and rummaged through the drawer, pulling out an apron. “Here, put this on.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Huh?” Taking the apron, he looked at it and slipped it over his body. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Have you never worn an apron before?”

“No,” Silvio grumbled. “Never had a reason to.”

Nodding slowly, I led him towards the kitchen table. “Well now you have a reason. Alright, so you’re gonna need this.” I handed Silvio a kitchen roller, and he inspected it closely. We sat down and I plucked the dough balls out of the tub.

“So what you’re gonna do is roll the dough flat and hand it back to me. I’m gonna put this walnut mixture in it and fold it! Your only job is to roll the dough.”

He looked at the dough ball and put it on the tray in front of him, starting with the roller. “Uh…”

“Ah, too thin. Don’t flatten it too much!” I advised. “Here, let me show you.” I put some sugar on the roller and the tray, gently grabbing his hands and rolling the dough with it. “There you go! Not too much pressure, but just enough.”

Silvio turned to me and gave a small smirk. “Well thank you, baby.” He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. “Alright. Let’s make these.”

I kissed him on the head and sat back in my seat, watching him attempt to roll out some dough. “Ah, that one’s good! Here, hand it over!”

He did so, and I finished it, putting a nut mix in it and pinching it closed. “Our first cookie done. Alright, let’s keep going!”

The both of us kept at it, working our hands until they cramped and making a mess of dough and confectioners sugar. Every time I looked up, Silvio’s brow was furrowed in serious concentration. He rolled the dough with care and routinely powdered the tray and roller with sugar so as to keep it from sticking. I couldn’t help but smile, and I let out a small chuckle.

“Hm? What are you laughing about?” he responded, growing a smile of his own. “Is there somethin’ on my face?”

“No, not at all! It’s just that you’re doing really well for a complete first-timer. And you’re taking this so seriously. It’s… it’s really nice. I didn’t know if you’d enjoy this or not.”

“Tch, what are ya talking about?” Silvio’s face pinkened a little. “I mean, if it’s something you wanna do of course I’m gonna wanna do a good job.” He looked back up at me. “You get so happy talkin’ about these things, you know.”

“Do I?” I grinned and shrugged. “Well I get even happier talking about you.”

He stood up from his chair and pulled me up with him, lifting me up onto the counter. 

“Silvy!” I laughed, hugging his shoulders. “Come on, we still have cookies to make!”

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