"M'fine," she murmurs, leaning back to kiss his cold neck. She knows he hates the clothes. She hates the clothes. But she does not hate the clothes on him. He looks ridiculously hot and she wants it 24/7.

"I'm definitely going to be in full on elastic waist maternity shorts when this shit ends, though. Feels like I got huge overnight. Merry Christmas Eve, Raylan."

It's strange, how different their relationship was last Christmas.