First times - Isandro, Darla

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It was Isandro's first Christmas as a married man.

He'd been measuring a lot of things in firsts since his wedding in August and it turned out he loved every single one of them. (He even thought fondly over their First Married Fight which had just been a silly argument because they'd both been tired and the next morning Isandro felt sort of pleased about it. A proper married couple argument. They have a proper married couple apology so it was all alright.)

But this one was a big one. First Married Christmas. The first of many if they could manage it - and Isandro thought that could.

He'd slipped out of bed early as quietly as he could, leaving his beautiful Cinderella to sleep as he made a mess in the kitchen with breakfast. When he returned it was with a tray of waffles - laden with cream and syrup and fruit - and two flutes of champagne.

He set it down on the bedside and then sat gently beside her, running her hand across her forehead. "Merry Christmas, beautiful."

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Darla had managed to sleep through most of the noise in the kitchen while Isandro had been gone, but by the time that he returned she wasn't sleeping deeply. Eyes closed, a slight smile on her lips, she didn't even open her eyes to look at her husband. "Come back to bed, husband," she murmured, catching his hand in hers and tugging lightly, too sleepy to want anything more than the warmth and comfort of his body next to hers again.

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"I made you Christmas breakfast, wife," Isandro told her with a playful whine. "You're ruining my good work."