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Happy 1st of December ❤️

This One Shot was created based on this request, and I genuinely hope you find it enjoyable 🎄 I had a lot of fun writing it, and I think it turned out rather well 🙂

Anyway, let's start December with some love and joy, and spread those positive vibes as the festive season is here 🥰

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In Scandinavia, we have this concept that has no clear definition, no direct translation - yet the feeling, everyone can understand;

'Mys' (or 'Hygge' Swedish/Danish/Norwegian)

Oxford Languages

noun

a quality of cosiness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being (regarded as a defining characteristic of Scandinavien culture).

Julmys

"Shit," you quietly muttered to yourself, quickly closing your laptop together as your boyfriend William Nylander walked through the door of your condo. You were perched on a tall stool in the kitchen, browsing through various websites in search of inspiration when William arrived, greeting you with a kiss. He held shopping bags and wore a satisfied grin, eager to share his day's finds.

"Hey babe, check this out," he said proudly, displaying his new sweater sporting the Balenciaga brand name across the chest.

"It's beautiful, babe," you replied, attempting to muster your best smile, but William sensed something was amiss.

"You don’t like it?" he asked.

"No, no, I like it," you reassured him with a light chuckle. "It's so your style! I'm just surprised you're treating yourself to this so close to Christmas."

William chuckled along with you.

"It's November, hjärtat..."

"Well, exactly! I've got to start planning out all the Christmas presents I need to buy," you said with a smile, feeling excited about the upcoming holiday.

"And I'm on that list?" William asked, as he began rummaging through the cupboards for a snack.

"Of course, you're my boyfriend, and I want to get you a gift, you know," you forced yourself to sound more enthusiastic than you truly felt.

It wasn't that you weren't thrilled about buying Willy a present for Christmas – quite the contrary, you were incredibly excited. However, there was a tiny issue: the boy had everything. Everything he needed or wanted, that is.

And it was driving you mad that you couldn't figure out what to give him. This marked your first year together as a couple, and you wanted it to be perfect. You loved William with all your heart and simply wished to show him that you could also buy him things instead of it always being him paying for your stuff.

He had money, and he enjoyed spending it. And luckily, he also spent it on you, but that's not the point. This time, you wanted to be the one splashing out on him. However, the problem was you couldn't figure out what to get him.

"You know you don't have to get me anything, right?" William chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter in front of you, snacking away.

"I know I don't have to... but I want to," you smiled. "Are you not planning to get me something?" you asked, trying not to sound too eager, just genuinely curious about his plans.

"Of course."

"Then why shouldn't I get you something too?" Your voice unintentionally rose a little, frustration building inside you.

But once again, William just chuckled softly, as he walked over, gently turning you around on the bar stool and stood between your legs, resting his hand on your hips while brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

"Because I can always buy whatever I need for myself... you don't have to spend your money on me," he offered you an affectionate smile.

Although he understood how much this meant to you, he also found it senseless for you to spend your hard-earned money on him. He could easily buy things himself without worrying about his bank account.

"But I really want to, Willy... I know I don't earn that much, and I'm incredibly thankful that you always cover our expenses when we go out or insist on paying for things I want," you took a small breath before continuing. "But this is Christmas, and as your girlfriend, I just want to give you something..."

William couldn't help but feel immensely touched by your determination. And he knew you well enough by now to understand that this wasn't an argument he'd win.

With a sigh and a slight shake of his head, he let it go and simply planted a soft kiss on your lips, gently stroking his thumb along your cheek.

"I love you, babe... you're a bit crazy, but I love you," he sighed and chuckled softly, and you couldn't help but join in.

"I know... but you've chosen to be with me, so maybe you're the crazy one here."

Both of you burst into laughter.

"I guess so," he said before returning to his post-training snacking.

However, as determined you were to get William a Christmas present, you found it equally challenging.

During the following days, luckily the boys were away on a long road trip, so you had the time and space to spend every spare moment making lists and brainstorming.

Clothes – nope, he's got a plenty of that. Besides, he kept adding to his collection, and you could never predict his current style preferences.

Suits – they needed tailoring, so that's a no-go.

Home décor – that's probably more of a gift for yourself.

Shoes – absolutely not. Trying to guess his size or preferred style in that department? No chance.

Hats, accessories, underwear… no, no, and no. He already had everything, and everything you found seemed like something already in his drawer.

Fucking hell!

Your next idea seemed like a perfect solution at first – reaching out to the other wives and girlfriends. Surely, they knew what to get for their partners. Right?

They were facing a similar situation, at least those without children, so it should be easy - it was anything but.

The girls proved to be of no help at all. They had all planned extravagant trips or bought big, expensive gifts that surpassed your yearly budget.

Who even gets their husband a car just like that, by the way?

Sure, William might have mentioned that a red Lamborghini was his dream car, but there's absolutely no way that's a feasible option.

Despite getting along well with the ladies, attending dinners, nights out, and engaging in late-night chats together, there remained a subtle difference between you and them.

Many of them had grown up in the world of hockey and NHL players, whether as a sister, daughter, cousin, family friend, or in similar roles. However, that wasn't your background.

Among the group of Toronto Maple Leafs wives and girlfriends, you were simply an outsider. A regular person from outside the hockey world.

Not that anyone ever intentionally made you feel that way or explicitly mentioned it. No, they were not like that at all. But there were moments like this when it became apparent that you hadn't been immersed in that world your whole life.

Firstly, you weren't from a big hockey city. You were more of a "small" town girl (well, smaller than Toronto, at least) who had moved to the city to pursue your dreams.

Secondly, your job was quite ordinary compared to many of theirs. You weren't an influencer of any sort, nor a yoga/fitness/Pilates instructor, or any other trendy profession. You weren't a stay-at-home mum involved in daily activities like volunteering at children's schools, homeless centres, or local church and clubs.

No, you were just you.

And for the record, there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, you were quite content with yourself and your life situation. But every now and then, it was hard to deny feeling a little out of place.

Furthermore, that was also one of the things William had loved about you right from the start.

He had met you in a downtown bar, where you were out with some new friends, and when he had introduced himself, you had had no clue who he was. For some reason, while you had been completing your education and focusing on your career, you'd been a bit out of touch with the world. And William had found that endearing.

He then quickly struck up a conversation with you, and as the evening unfolded with shared laughter and personal stories, he swiftly asked for your number, a request you happily granted.

There was just something about this handsome Swede that had made your knees weak from the first encounter. His laughter resonated straight to your heart, and you knew you were done for.

You did your best to play it cool though. Keeping things as casual as possible during your coffee meet-ups and walks with his dogs, which, by the way, were crucial for you to get along with. Those fluffy creatures meant the world to him, and that was crystal clear.

You even tried to maintain composure and resist giving in to the undeniable sexual attraction you felt towards him. Goodness, he was incredibly good-looking. But you had no intention of being just another fleeting encounter for him, so you held back. Well, at least for about a month.

And William was nothing but laid-back about it. He never pushed any boundaries or hinted that he was struggling to hold back. He simply respected your decision.

Or at least that's how he wanted to appear. Sure, he respected your wish to wait, but it was tearing him up inside. You were stunning, and the more time you spent together, the more he longed to hold you close and share the most intimate parts of himself with you.

Especially after that first kiss. It had happened after only a few dates, almost two weeks in, when he gently pressed his soft lips against yours, sharing breaths between you. And from that moment, he yearned for more.

But he didn't want to risk pushing you away. If waiting was what you needed, then he was willing to wait. He didn't want to jeopardise this wonderful thing that was blossoming between you.

And to put it lightly, the wait had been incredibly rewarding. Sure, a part of you wished you had acted sooner, but your rational side had prevailed. And when he finally touched you the way you had imagined to yourself, and you both experienced that tender and heartfelt closeness, where your bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, you became certain that there was no one else you wanted to be with but him.

****

So, here you were, feeling deeply frustrated about finding the perfect present for the man you loved so dearly.

And as a last resort, you turned to the one person in the world who had the deepest understanding of what makes a meaningful gift for a man. Someone who had cherished and loved her significant other for nearly 58 years: your grandmother.

She had always been the family's go-to person for advice and had an uncanny understanding of who you were. Plus, with her Norwegian heritage, you hoped she might suggest something that resonated with William's Swedish cultural background.

And fortunately, luck was on your side.

She came up with the idea of an old-fashioned, hand-knitted jumper featuring classic Nordic patterns. She thought of including some personal photos in the package, along with something sentimental that you knew would strike a chord with him.

And so, you set yourself to work.

Fortunately, your granny had been the one to teach you knitting, and though your skills were a bit rusty, you quickly brushed them up.

As for the photos, that was a breeze. Despite not being the greatest Instagrammer, you had captured many moments in pictures and shots during your time together with William.

They were all just perfect.

Lastly, the emotional touch. Or more emotional touch.

William had a penchant for jewellery. He often adorned himself with thick chains around his neck or wrists, including the light chain he had received from his mother and sisters, as well as chunky rings. But instead of trying to find something expensive that resembled what he already had, you opted for something different. It was a delicate chain with a small, flat metal pendant – just right for engraving.

However, as time passed and Christmas drew nearer, a sense of uncertainty crept in regarding your gift idea.

Listening to everyone else's suggestions and hearing William talk about what he had received in previous years from friends and family, you began to doubt your idea. It started to feel somewhat inadequate and silly. How could he possibly appreciate your homemade gift?

William was all about style, cool fashion, and projecting a tough and flashy image in front of his friends and the public.

But it was too late to turn back now. You had invested too much time and effort into your gift to abandon it. So, regardless of your doubts, this had to be the final result.

***

As Christmas finally arrived, and you nestled up with your beloved boyfriend, you felt your breathing becoming harder to control. You were extremely nervous about how he would react to your gift, fearing that he might find it laughable and not want to use it at all.

But despite your apprehension, you couldn't deny that you were also proud of your hard work. You had poured your heart and soul into it, and if William didn't appreciate that, then it was his loss.

It was Christmas Eve, and you had planned the evening together. Since most of the team had organised a gathering for the 25th, you decided to follow Swedish holiday traditions on the 24th, with customary foods, singing, walking around the Christmas tree, and exchanging presents tonight.

And after a day filled with video calls to both your and William's families, followed by enjoying signature dishes (with some recipes help from Willy's mum, of course) while soft tunes played in the background, you made your way to the sofa, where William was already settled in, ready for some festive "julmys."

"Hey, älskling," he spoke gently, adjusting himself on the soft couch. "Are you ready for your present?" A mischievous, confident grin stretched across his face, giving away his excitement about what he had bought for you.

But his enthusiasm only heightened your nervousness about your own gift.

As you settled next to him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you took a deep breath and offered him a sweet smile.

"Actually, can I go first?" you asked timidly, feeling your heart race and your pulse quicken.

"Sure," William replied casually, as always. "But I did tell you not to buy me anything," he added with a light chuckle, as you handed him three wrapped boxes, adorned with colourful paper and golden satin bands.

"Well," your voice wavered nervously, "I haven't exactly bought you, anything..."

William gave you a curious glance as he accepted the presents. A smile still graced his handsome face as he kept his eyes fixed on you a little while longer.

"Babe, are you nervous?" he chuckled.

"Very much indeed," you replied with a smile. "So, please no more stalling, Willy. Start with the big one."

With a mischievous grin, William set aside the smaller packages and began unwrapping the largest one.

Your eyes were fixed on the process, watching as the paper came off and William's hands touched the wool of the colourful jumper. You had chosen the colours of his favourite country, blue and yellow, with a touch of white to balance the contrast. The carefully selected soft yarn was knitted into intricate patterns, zigzagging and forming delicate shapes of snowflakes. And at the back of the neck, you had attached a small tag that read, "homemade."

At first, William's expression was hard to decipher, but as his smile widened and his eyes met yours, you felt a wave of joy wash over you.

"Shit, babe, you made this?" he asked, clearly astonished, to which you nodded. "It's amazing! How did you... I mean, I didn't even know you could... that's incredibly talented."

His words left you stunned.

"So, you like it?" you asked with a hint of uncertainty.

"Baby, I love it," he exclaimed before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. "I can't believe you actually did this."

"Well, you said I shouldn't buy you anything... so I went a different way," you chuckled lightly.

"So, you did, and you've definitely already outplayed my gift to you," he added.

"I don't believe that – but please, open up the others," you smiled, feeling more excited now that you had seen his reaction to your first present.

Taking the slightly smaller item and carefully unwrapping it, a photo album appeared. It was a medium-sized, dark brown, leather-like book where you had compiled cherished moments of your time together.

And as William flipped the book open, he saw candid photos of himself, both of you together, and his family. These were photos he didn't even know you had taken—capturing everything and everyone he loved and cared about. They depicted the memories you had built together over the past several months and the moments showcasing how his family had embraced and cherished you from the very beginning.

It was all so perfect.

His fingers traced gently over the various images of his parents, sisters, Alex, and the rest of his friends during the off-season. There were also photos of him napping on the sofa, with Pablo and Banksy by his side, and moments captured from your strolls together. Each photo held a special memory.

And William struggled to find the right words. "You've really outdone yourself, hjärtat," he said softly now, a smile still on his lips as he glanced at you again. "This is… this is incredibly sweet."

As your lips curved into a gentle smile, you couldn't contain your excitement at how thrilled he seemed with your gift. He appeared genuinely happy and appreciative of your thoughtful gesture.

"Well, then I suppose you should also open the last one, hopefully you'll like that too," you suggested timidly. And without further ado, William set the album and the jumper aside and picked up the smallest box among them.

This was probably the one you were most nervous about, as it held the most significance to it.

Unwrapping the paper, William delicately took the small box in his hand and opened the lid, revealing the item inside. It was a necklace that not only matched the style he typically wore but also held a tiny amulet, which he gently held between his fingers to examine closely.

On the tiny metal was inscribed a date. A date that held immense significance for both of you, representing the day you officially defined your relationship.

It was the date following months of wonderful moments, a day when you had felt anxious about your status, uncertain about Willy's true feelings and level of commitment. So, you had been forthright and asked him directly what he wanted from you. And in response, he had candidly asked you to be his girlfriend.

William was left speechless.

Never in a million years had he imagined you would put this much effort into his gifts. You had considered every little detail and poured all your love into something you believed would bring him joy. And you were absolutely right.

Nothing stirred a greater sense of warmth and being cherished within him than something that reminded him of home, his family, and you.

And as you eagerly awaited his reaction, you noticed a slight glistening in his eyes. Not quite tears, but something akin to it.

William turned to you again, slightly parting his lips as he searched for words that could convey his deep appreciation.

"Y/n/n… I—" he began, pausing to take a deep breath, his deep blue eyes locked with yours, the necklace still in his hand.

"I love you," was all he could say.

Because in that moment, that was exactly what he felt.

It wasn't solely about the items or the occasion. It was about what they symbolised; your love and dedication to him. It was something he had never experienced with anyone else before. No one had ever invested this much time and energy just to give him something for Christmas. No one had ever made him feel the way you did.

"So... you like what I did? It's not too cheesy... is it?" you asked softly, your eyes locked with his, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

"I fucking love what you did, babe," he breathed out, leaning in once more to draw you into a kiss. However, this time, it was deeper and filled with heartfelt emotion as your lips met, and his hand gently caressed the back of your head.

And when you broke apart, both of you were gasping for air, yet still keeping your heads close together, sharing gentle chuckles.

"I love you too, you know that, right?" you inquired timidly.

"I know."

For a brief moment, tenderness filled the air amidst the Christmas tunes and delightful aromas wafting from the kitchen—a pure exchange of love between you and William.

But then, he broke the silence.

"But uhm… now I sort of don’t want to give you my gift," he chuckled lightly.

“Why not?”

"Come on, after this?" he laughed, leaning back on the sofa and gesturing towards all the items you had presented to him. "I can’t live up to this!"

You joined in with laughter.

“Oh, come on, I know your present is just as good as mine,” you smiled, feeling a bit proud of his reaction to everything.

“No way! I have not been anything near this creative and romantic. This is insane.”

“Still! I want to know what you’ve got me,” you said, intrigued. Initially, he had seemed so confident, but now he appeared somewhat insecure.

“Alright, but just to be fair, it does not come anywhere near yours,” William said, grabbing two small boxes wrapped in shimmery paper.

“It’s not a contest, babe,” you chuckled, accepting the gift.

“Which I'm really happy about right now.”

With a smile gracing your lips, you began with the slightly larger box, and a small gasp escaped as you saw what was inside. It was a delicate brooch—a piece you had admired in a shop window months ago. At the time, you had mentioned to William that it reminded you of one your grandmother had given you as a child, but that you had lost long ago. He had offered to buy it for you, but you had declined, not feeling ready for him to gift you such an emotionally significant item.

“Willy, it’s gorgeous,” you softly spoke, looking at him with the same intimacy you had shared when he opened his presents.

“Not as much as your gifts.”

“No, even more,” you gently whispered, leaning in to give him a tender kiss before turning to unwrap the other, smaller box.

Here, you had to catch your breath.

Inside was a small yet to you, seemingly significant, diamond-like stone set on a silver ring. The sparkle from the piece stole the air from your lungs, and your expression shifted to a puzzled 'o' as you turned to William, looking baffled by your own reaction.

“Babe are you alright?” he asked.

“Willy... just to be sure, this is a ring with a diamond, and not a diamond ring… right?”

William couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, slightly as he slowly comprehended your reference, letting out a small sigh.

“No, no, it’s... it’s just something I thought was really pretty,” he admitted, almost blushing as he hadn't considered how it might be misunderstood. “I just thought it would be nice for you to have something to look down at... and think of me, you know... when I’m on the road, or not around.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, as he looked at you, hoping you wouldn't be disappointed.

And you were far from disappointed.

Although your love for William was deep, neither of you were prepared for that level of commitment, especially since it was only your first year together. Nevertheless, you pulled him into another heartfelt kiss.

“So, you like it?” he chuckled.

“I fucking love it,” you echoed his words from earlier, gently taking the ring and slipping it onto your finger. “So incredibly gorgeous,” you whispered, earning another chuckle from William.

“Don’t worry, maybe one day it’ll be... you know... that,” he said in his best attempt at being boyishly charming.

“And I’ll look forward to that, but for now, how about…” you smirked, setting the lovely gifts aside on the coffee table and leaning in closer to your boyfriend. “Let’s just cherish this moment, just you and me,” you whispered before reconnecting your lips with his.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” he replied, his hands gently resting on your hips, drawing you closer to him.

The ambiance, the company, the presents—it was all so perfect.

It was truly a cosy and special Christmas moment.

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