MARVEL IMAGINES

PETER QUILL || Decorations galore

CHRISTMAS IMAGINE [5]

Peter was walking through the house, making his way to the lounge from the garage. He had just come home, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to you and eat something other than muesli bars. He didn't pay much attention to anything in particular, simply letting his body subconsciously take him down the hall and to the left. When he emerged through the door, he almost fell over from the complete change of atmosphere.

The first thing Peter noticed was that it was very warm. This was mostly due to the shut doors keeping the heat from the open fire contained. The Christmas tree was standing tall, it's usual green, red and silver. Stockings hung above the fire, and smaller nick nacks were scattered throughout the rest of the house the more he looked.

Before he could completely register and comprehend the complete change of living room design from this morning, two children were sprinting towards him. Zoe and Isla bounded towards him, and he was forced to swoop them up in his arms. They giggled and screeched with happiness his presence.

"How are my favourite twin girls?" He cheered, jiggling them in his arms. They giggled louder.

"What about your favourite wife and son?" You piped up, walking into she view of your husband. You had your son, Abel, in your arms. Peter let out a small noise of happiness, putting down the twins and nearing yourself and the baby.

"Hey babe," He gave you a small kiss on the lips before looking down at Abel. "Hey little man," he smiled. Abel let out a small smile when seeing him, "I see you've got your Christmas outfit on... and so does the rest of the bloody house." Peter chucked and the end, looking up at you to explain yourself. It was barely the second of December.

You shrugged in reply, "we might have gotten a bit bored."

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WRITTEN BY ELLE