christmas part 2

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Bram's P.O.V

"Oli.  oli.  baby, wake up." I shook his arm lightly, and he groaned softly.  he pushed my arm away and slapped at me.

"NNNNGH.  no.  shut up.  I'm sleeping."  He groaned again.

"But baby.  come on.  It's christmas."  His eyes shot open and he sat straight up.

"CHRISTMAS!" he screamed, rolling sideways and falling off the bed onto the ground.

"you ok?"

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, jumping to his feet.  I chuckled, following him as he ran out of the room.  He stated basically ripping the wrapping paper to shreds.  he opened about fifty thousand things, and then he got to one smaller present and I smiled at him from the couch.  he glanced at me and smiled.

"What does it say?" I arched an eyebrow

"It says it's from you."   He smiled and perched on the couch next to me.  he opened up the gift and then looked down at whats inside.  He smiled at me.

"do you... do you like it?" I smiled nervously.  He picked up the mini book.  across the cover it said 'all the reasons Your amazing.'  He flipped through it and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I love it babe."  He then wrapped his arms around me.  "you should open up what i go you!"

"ok, where is it?"  he jumped up from the couch and ran over to the tree.  he plucked up a package and brought it back over.  I took it and unwrapped the paper.  I looked down into the box, then back up at him.

"Well?"  he gave me a nervous look.  I picked up one of the 2 shirts.  one said 'property of Abraham'  and the other one said 'I'm abraham.'  I smiled at him and pecked him on the cheek.

"I love it babe."

(Time skip to about three hours later)

Oli's P.O.V

I was perched on my bed, scratching behind my puppies and Bram's puppies ears.  then, I heard bram yell from the living room.

"OLI!  WHY DID YOU LEAVE ALL THIS DAMN RIPPED WRAPPING PAPER ON THE FLOOR!"  I giggled as he came running in, wrapping paper stuck to his face.



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