A Very Jaisley Christmas
Anyone who knew George could tell you that he was about the farthest thing from a morning person. He needed at least two cups of coffee to get up and to work, and even then he was not able to function properly until 10. There was only one exception to this; One day where he gets so excited he almost forgets about coffee entirely, and it just so happened to be that day. Unfortunately for his alarm clock, he didn't recall this when it's beeping woke him up, and so it was soon thrown to the far corner of the room.
"Stupid... Fuckin' seven... Too early..." George mumbled, rolling over and pulling Jaime back into his arms. He couldn't help a soft chuckle at the sight of the glitter spread through her hair. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have used sparkly ribbon as ammunition, but he had been bored. Jaime wasn't even using it for the wrapping she had been doing, so he couldn't let it go to waste.
Wrapping. Gifts. Christmas.
"JAIME. WAKE UP, IT'S CHRISTMAS!" He yelled excitedly, grinning widely as he pulled her into sitting up with him. All trace of sleep had left him, and he was almost bouncing on the bed.
