It's Christmas Day.

That's when you hear the doorbell ring. 

As you open the door, you're greeted by your family who immediately give you hugs, kisses and are holding gift bags full of presents.

You smile and you greet them, showing them into the living room before you say: "Let me go find Mark and Cameron, they disappeared about ten minutes ago" you laugh before you leave the room.

After checking upstairs, you look out Cameron's bedroom window and you see the two of them sitting in the 'garden room' outside in the shelter from the snow outside. 

You rush downstairs, through the kitchen and out the backdoor.

Forgetting to bring a jacket, you immediately get the freezing cold air hitting your face. You try not to scream as you stand outside in your black skinny jeans and your thin white strap top. If only you had put on your Christmas jumper.

But you walk swiftly over to the garden room, before you open the door.

You see Mark sitting down with your three year old son Cameron. Cameron however is holding an acoustic guitar. It was a Christmas gift from his dad. Although you were worried in case Cameron didn't take any interest in it. However you're now smiling. As you see him learning to play it, with his dad as his teacher.

When he stops, Mark smiles before saying: "Good job buddy". He gives his dad a little 'high-5' before they both look at you. 

"Hey honey" Mark smiles before you laugh. "Just to let you both know, the family have arrived" You say before Mark takes Cameron's guitar. "We'll practise later" he tells him before Cameron nods with a grin.

"Daddy was teaching me the guitar mummy" Cameron smiles as you lift him up. You gasp. "Was he?" You ask, before Cameron tells you about what Mark taught him. When Mark sees the snow, he takes off his jumper and slides it over you. Then he picks up Cameron's guitar and says:

"Keep warm". You take his hand, and with you carrying your little boy, the three of you walk back into the house.