Literature
Merry Christmas (George Weasley X Reader)
You shivered as you crawled out of your warm bed, throwing on your husband’s warm wool jumper over your tanktop. You tiptoed past the bed, hoping not to wake up your husband, but alas, he woke up anyway.
“__y/n__?” George asked sleepily. “Where are you going?” George sat up now, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“It’s Christmas! I need to go get the house ready, your family’s going to be here soon.” You said cheerfully, moving once more to exit the room.
“__y/n__, I can get the house ready. You need to rest.” George said, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around your
