Christmas morning, Severus woke up curled against his alpha, his head tucked under Harry’s chin. He was not a small man by any definition yet somehow he had always fit perfectly in Harry’s arms, well until he had gotten to be the size of a small barn. He woke slowly feeling warm, safe and protected but also a little stiff and cramped. He moved to stretch out his back and the alpha beside him whined at the loss of contact. 