Cappello Christmas

[Matteo Cappello]

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Poppy Thomas-Cappello

I want you by my side so that I never feel alone again

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Christmas Eve had been a lot of fun. Matty had never experienced what a large family feels like and being with the Parks for a night really gave him a good picture. He liked it a lot. There was so much love in a family like that and he felt blessed to be a part of it. He’d never change his childhood, but it did give him an idea of what kind of family he wanted. They already had a big family with all their plants and animals, but what Matty was searching for was the human aspect. Of course, they were still newlyweds and just starting their adult life, but he was thinking about their future. His mother would like it to happen now, and he wouldn’t be upset if it did, but he was patient. Whatever Poppy wanted was what mattered most to him.[break][break]

Matteo woke to rays of sunlight filtering into the bedroom and a dog licking his face. “Gross, Rocco,” he laughed, shoving his shepard away as he squinted in the light. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before checking the time. It wasn’t too early and it was Christmas morning. His heart raced as the excitement bubbled up inside him. It was Christmas morning. “Babe,” he mumbled, turning to wrap his arm around her and cuddle in close. Matty kissed her shoulder and gave her a little shake. “Babe, Merry Christmas.” He held her tight against his bare chest and buried his face into her hair. He was perfectly content just snuggling for a bit until she woke up fully. His fingers brushed along her soft skin as he traced circles on her arm. Rocco started to whine after a moment. Matty tried to ignore it, but the dog started digging at his feet. “Okay, okay! I’ll take you guys out.”[break][break]

He kissed Poppy’s shoulder one last time before rolling out of bed. After stretching a bit, he threw on some clothes and ushered Rocco and Luna out of their bedroom. Matty opened the door to let them out and went back to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. They had to have their morning coffee. He could see the dogs playing with the crups from the sink. Matteo blinked the last of the sleepiness out of his eyes as he watched them, his hands splayed out on the sink. When he could hear the coffee finished brewing, he poured Poppy and himself a couple mugs. Matty preferred his coffee black, but he made up Poppy’s as she liked it. With his mug in his hand, he walked back outside and sipped on his coffee. The animals were still playing, but after a bit he called them back inside. The dogs ran to their food and water bowls while Matty went into the living room with his drink and started a fire. He sunk into the cushions and continued to sip on his coffee while he watched the flames flicker. Once Poppy was up, he’d make breakfast.

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[Poppy Thomas-Cappello]

Poppy loved going to the Parks for Christmas. It wasn't to say she didn't want to spend Christmas with her husband, just the two of them…of course she did. And since they'd spent last Christmas eve at the Parks as well, it seemed that Christmas Day was their day…and she loved it. Two days of celebrations when while she was growing up she hardly had one. Her dad was rarely there, so she usually had pancakes and hot cocoa with one of her nannies before opening the one expensive present her dad got her…usually something she wasn't even asking for.

Poppy heard her name and her eyes fluttered slightly, the warm fur of Luna against her chest and a soft hand against her shoulder before a ruffle of the blankets and a cool breeze. The dogs both jumped up and their nails ticked against the hardwood as Matty took them out, Poppy taking a moment to slip out from under the blankets and dressed, slipping her feet into her slippers. She moved toward the window and watched the dogs playing with the crups, and she smiled. After a few moments they were gone again, and Poppy started combing through her hair as she walked, taming the waves with a braid dropping down her back.

Poppy made it down the stairs, heat from the fireplace already warming her as she plucked her mug from the counter and headed into the living room, sinking into the sofa right beside Matty, burying herself in him. ”Merry Christmas,” she said, looking up at him lovingly. ”Sorry I didn't move this morning,” she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, ”I guess my residual lack of christmas spirit made getting up a little harder this morning…”

[Matteo Cappello]

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Poppy Thomas-Cappello

I want you by my side so that I never feel alone again

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Christmas had always held a special place in Matteo’s heart. There were times where he only got one or two presents, but his mum always did her best to keep the Christmas spirit alive. They’d go caroling and ice skate on the lake and make cookies and drink cocoa by the fire. His mum worked hard to give him the best Christmas each year, even if they didn’t always have the money to spend on gifts. It was hard being a single mom, but as time went on she started earning more and more. By the time he was starting Hogwarts they were comfortable. Not rich by any means, but comfortable. She even surprised him one Christmas with a brand new broom. He knew how hard she must have worked for that. [break][break]

He could hear the stairs creaking and a small smile appeared on his face. Poppy was coming down. A warmth started to spread throughout him, starting at his heart and working its way outward. He still felt butterflies whenever Poppy was around. Matty watched for her to come in and when he saw her his smile warmed. His eyes tracked her as she came to him and he lifted his arm to wrap around her when she sunk into the cushions beside him. His heart thumped in his chest as she snuggled into him and he held her tighter, pulling her in even more. Matteo was smiling down at her, his gaze fixed on her bright blue eyes. “Merry Christmas,” he echoed, kissing her cheek when she kissed him. [break][break]

“You’re not excited?” Matty bent his elbow so he could brush some stray hairs from her face. He knew her dad was not the most present of fathers, but he really seemed like he was trying when he came to their wedding. He guessed he never really thought to ask her what her Christmases were like. “I thought I’d make us breakfast, we’d sit down and eat and chat, open presents and then just vibe out here.” Matty smiled sweetly at her. “Maybe invite some family for dinner?” It wouldn’t be Christmas without his mum, but it was up to her. They could make new traditions.

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[Poppy Thomas-Cappello]

There was something to having a cozy little Christmas with her husband. None of the hustle and bustle, busying with wrapping a million gifts and running from here to there, or in Poppy’s case, being left forgotten on Christmas morning with gifts that her dad’s assistant probably purchased for her. She wasn’t trying to sound ungrateful…but if Christmas was about spending time with the ones you loved, then, she really didn’t get that aspect of it. Not until now, anyway.

“You’re not excited?”

Poppy let out a small sigh and a one-shouldered shrug as he brushed some hair from her eyes. She supposed she might be more excited once they get into their own traditions. She listened as he offered a plan for their day, and nodded as she agreed. It sounded like she could stay in her pajamas for most of the day until at least dinner…which was fine by her. She was sure Matty’s mom would come for dinner, and her father had already sent the gifts since he wasn’t able to make it over for the holiday. Surprise surprise. He might have made an effort at the wedding, but ever since then had been the absolute same. ”That sounds lovely,” she said, making an effort to seem more excited about it all. ”But you don’t have to make breakfast just yet…at least, not unless you’re starving. I’m enjoying this,” she said, snuggling into him a little more. How lucky she was to have found her person so early on in life.

[Matteo Cappello]

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Poppy Thomas-Cappello

I want you by my side so that I never feel alone again

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All he wanted for Christmas was this right here, Poppy in his arms and their little fur family at their feet. There wasn’t much else that he needed. The holidays were all about family and something told him that wasn’t Poppy’s experience. Oh, well, he thought. He’d just make sure all her future Christmases were special. Her dad might have let her down time after time, but Matteo was going to make sure that he never did. [break][break]

A soft smile made its way onto his face as she agreed. His fingers continued to brush their way through the strands of hair framing her face as he gazed upon her, that warmth bubbling up inside him again. She snuggled further into him and he did the same, cuddling up as close as humanly possible, his coffee left forgotten on the coffee table. The smell of her shampoo filled his senses and he breathed it in, his smile warming. Matty buried his face into her shoulder, content to just enjoy the closeness. “I love you Poppy,” he whispered, giving her a squeeze.

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[Poppy Thomas-Cappello]

Poppy could feel him getting closer as she nuzzled into him, and a soft smile played on her lips. ”I love you too,” she hummed, relishing the squeeze he gave her as they sat.

Moving to the UK, she had no idea it would end up like this - two Christmases with her husband, in a little cottage on the beach and two little pups (among other creatures, of course). She got to do whatever she wanted with her own apothecary, and got to finish the day with her feet in the sand. ”I spent most of my Christmases alone,” she admitted, glancing up at Matty. ”I’d wake up to an empty apartment and a pile of gifts. But none of them mattered because I was opening them alone,” she let out a small sigh as she turned her gaze back to the fireplace. ”Most of the time my dad was there, just holed up in his office working on stuff.”

”It’s just not the happiest time for me.”