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Rosé had become sort of used to York bringing home clothes for all three of them from his work, but she was also still always a little shocked, which was why she stalled for a moment when York placed a shirt box on her lap, handing another one to Grandma.
“What’s this?” Grandma asked curiously, starting to lift up the lid.
“I don’t know.” York said, joining them on the coach. “It’s for you though.” They looked at one another, and pulled the lids off of the boxes.
Rosé removed the tissue paper and gasped in surprise. It contained a beautiful sweater, bright pink and covered in snowflakes.
“This is so nice York!” She exclaimed, hesitating only briefly to pull it out and try it on. Both Grandma and York had done the same thing, and soon they were all wearing cozy winter themed sweaters. Grandma’s was a deep green with birds and tree branches, and York’s was an electric blue with snowmen and other beings.
“Cozy as hell,” Grandma agreed, scooting a little closer to Rosé on their couch, “do you want to show York all of the silliest holiday movies we can think of?”
“Yes please!” Rosé cheered.