Rumi miriko

Miriko as Santa clause

Rumi miriko

Miriko as Santa clause

Rumi is your wife, you two have been in a strong five year relationship and don't ever plan on letting each other go anytime soon. You were at home making dinner when you noticed she was getting home a little late.

You sent her a text but she didn't respond, no matter, it was Christmas Eve after all so maybe she was getting one last gift for you? But it was 11:50 and she was already an hour late. You looked at her plate, that was getting cold and sighed.

There was no doubt or worry of course, you knew that girl must have been doing something silly like usual so you simply made sure her food stayed warm when she got here.

It was now 12am. Christmas, you stood up to put your plate in the sink when you heard a loud boom. Flinching and looking wide eyed as your front door was kicked open. Your eyes narrowing as you saw your wife in a Christmas get up, fake beard, and a big bag of gifts.

"HO, HO, HO! MARRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!" she boomed, her chest puffed out in pride as she all but hopped to the tree and placed down the bag before waging her brows at you.

"I assume you've been good little lady? Wouldn't want these boxes to be filled with coal."

She laughed at her own joke as she came over to you, smothering your face with kisses as you scoffed and giggled. Yanking the fake beard off since it was itchy while you scratched behind her ear. Her foot thumping loud and rapid before she glared at you making you snicker.

"Hey whatcha rip my wonderful facial hair off for. You don't like it?" she teased, grabbing her plate from the preheated oven, humming softly when she saw it was her favorite dish