And with the arrival of Christmas, my work here is done!

Again, I want to say thank you to everyone who supported me during these crazy 25 days! It's been a joy to write!

This one is super short, but sometimes short and sweet is all you need!

I hope you enjoy, Happy Holidays!

December 25th: Merry Christmas

Sheldon sat alone on the couch on the morning of Christmas Day. Amy was still asleep, as it was far too early for her. The rising sun left the apartment aglow in a bright shade of orange. With it being California, the winter morning was filled with the sound of shipping birds and rushing cars. New York City was the city that never slept, but Los Angeles county was a close second.

He cupped his cup of tea in his hands and gently blew on it, thinking about nothing and everything. Last night, he had given Amy a photo album already filled to the brim with photos and memories of their time together as a group of friends and as a couple. She cried tears of joy and, while Sheldon hated to see Amy cry in general, he wanted to always make her that happy… sans tears.

He sipped his English breakfast tea and smiled. Oh, how far he came.

He used to hate Christmas. Granted, it wasn't his favorite holiday— ComiCon was— but he'd be lying if Christmas didn't make him feel any joy at all. He turned around to look towards the bedroom. He could see Amy's figure beneath the blankets and her mussed brunette hair. He smiled. He was going to marry her in just a few months, and he couldn't believe it. Him… a husband?

Anyone who knew him would scoff and laugh at the idea, even his own family. Yet, it was happening. His mother called it a miracle from God. Leonard believed it was because he entered the Twilight Zone. Penny thought hell froze over. But Sheldon knew why: he became his best self when he was around Amy. He loved her. More than math or science could explain.

Looking away from the bedroom, he set his tea down and stood up to walk to the kitchen. He grabbed a bag of coffee grounds and placed a few scoops into a coffee filter that he placed in the coffee maker. After filling the water reservoir, he started brewing and leaning against the kitchen island, watching the coffee drip into the carafe below.

Once finished, he grabbed a mug and filled it with the sweet and robust dark roast. He then grabbed the sugar bowl, put in two scoops and stirred. He added a bit of half & half and stirred before grabbing the pipping hot mug and walking to the bedroom.

"Amy," Sheldon chimed softly as he moved over to her side of the bed and sat the edge, "wake up."

She groaned and shifted around in bed until she faced him and opened her eyes. She smiled and arched her back in a stretch, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Sheldon whispered. Amy slowly sat up and Sheldon offered the mug of coffee to her, "I made you coffee. Two scoops of sugar and a splash of half & half. Just like you like it."

"Ooh," she grabbed the mug and took a big sip of it, moaning as the strong taste hit her, "thank you so much."

Sheldon nodded and leaned in to kiss her, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Amy smiled and kissed him again.

End