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Christmas with Calum

Christmas with Calum is always the best.  He's extra cuddly, and you bake Christmas cookies and watch cheesy Christmas movies, and Calum sings you some Christmas, in which he's blushing, and you're laughing at how cute he is.

When he's finished singing the songs, you both settle down and watch more movies, Calum holding you close to him, and kissing the top of your head.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"Yeah?" you say, as you turn around to face him.

"Here you go." he says, and places a box in front of you, a cute little bow tied on to it.

"What--"

"Merry Christmas." he smiles.

You open up the box, and inside is a bracelet.  The beeds are small, and cute, and they're your favorite color.

"Calum!" you squeak, as you put the bracelet on and admire it. "I love it."

"Really?" he asks.

"Yes." you say, and kiss his plump lips.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." he giggles.

"Well, I guess it's time for your present." you say, before hopping off of the couch.

"Close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you to." you command, and he listens, closing his eyes.

You bite your lip, before walking into the other room where you've hidden his present.  The present you got him is something you have to take care of.  Something you have to feed, play with, take on walks, groom, etc. . .

You got him a puppy for Christmas this year.  It took a lot of thinking over for you to do.  You love dogs and puppies, but you also know they're a lot of work.  Especially puppies.  And you know Calum loves puppies.  Hell, he's a puppy himself.  And whenever you two would go to a pet store, he'd always point them out, and ask if you guys could get one, in which you'd automatically say no, and drag him away. 

Now, here you are, with a 4-week-old chocolate lab puppy, that doesn't have a name yet.  It's a boy, and he's very cuddly.  Perfect for Calum.  Especially if you're gone at work, or out with some friends.

With the puppy in your arms, along with his favorite toy, you walk back out and walk over to Calum.

"Okay," you sigh. "you can open."

The second he opens his eyes, his jaw drops, and his big, chocolatey brown eyes light up with pure excitement and happiness.

"Oh, my God!" he says, jumping up from the couch. "I wanna hold him."

Giggling, you hand over the nameless puppy to him.

"He's so cute! Why is he so cute? Does he have a name? God, he's so cute!"

You giggle at his excitement. "No, he doesn't have a name."

"Do I get to name him?"

You nod. "Yep. He's your puppy, and your responsibility."

"Okay." he says.

Calum ponders for a minute; simply admiring the adorable creature in his arms, as he tries to think of a name for him.

A couple minutes later or so, he blurts out, "Armstrong."

"Armstrong?" you giggle.

"Yeah. You know, Billie Joe Armstrong?"

Now, of course he'd name the puppy after someone from the band Green Day.  It's one of his favorite bands.

"Alright." you shrug. "Armstrong it is."

"Now we gotta get a yellow one, and a black one, and name one Billie and name the other Joe." he says.

"No way. This little one is already enough for us to handle."

"Aww. Okay."

Giggling, you lean up and kiss his cheek. "Merry Christmas. Love you."

"I love you, too." he smiles, then looks at the puppy. "And I love you, too, Armstrong."

This, by far, has been yours and Calum's favorite Christmas ever.