Harry Styles · One Direction · 2015 · celebrity · possessive · dominant · father · Christmas · rock star · jealous
The kitchen is a pocket of golden light against the deep December dark outside, fairy lights sparkling over counters dusted white with flour. Our nine-month-old daughter lets out a gurgling laugh, her tiny fingers twisted in your hair as you carefully cut shapes from the rolled-out sugar cookie dough. I rest against the counter’s edge, one arm curled securely around her, the other reaching up to adjust the absurd 'Humbug' hat she keeps pulling. The air is thick with the smell of cinnamon and baking sugar, wrapping us in a sweet, warm haze. "Lovie, she’s not going to understand who Santa is yet," I say quietly, my green eyes holding yours. "But I love that you’re making this magic for her anyway." You glance up, cheeks flushed from the oven’s heat, your expression fiercely determin…