Fun and games in the 501st

Puppy, i wish (christmas oneshot)

Dis be very short.
(c/n)=clone name
Warning: weird fluff which I can't help adding in.
Also I feel like this story just drones on so I'm very sorry.

"(c/n)," came a loud whisper.
(c/n) was awake but he didn't want to be! He tried to ignore her.
"(c/n) (c/nnnnnnnnn) " she whispered again loudly.
It sounded like a five year old.
He felt something roll onto him. Taking his best guess it was his Wife.
"(C/N)!"
He couldn't keep a straight face anymore.
He smirked and opened one eye to find (y/n) lying on top of him and staring at him intensely.
"mesh'la it's too early."
"five am isn't early!"
"right I'm up im up."

He sat up rubbing his eyes. He didn't like having to remove his bare chest from the warm covers to the freezing cold. (y/n) was jumping up and down on the bed.
"I'm seriously wondering how this bed is still standing." he just looked up at his wife like she was a two year old.
"Yeah well when we are older there will be others jumping on the bed."
(c/n) gave a small cocky laugh, "well your going to be an excellent role model."
"Well someone's going to have to teach them what fun is."
(c/n), him, not fun?
He slowly angled his foot for the next time
(y/n) jumped and nudged her ankle so she fell back perfectly onto him.
She hit his warm chest with a thud and looked up at him grinning.
"You think I'm not fun?" he smiled wrapping his soft muscular arms around her.
"Well you aren't now." she was still grinning and shaking slightly at the thought of the living room.
"well maybe your right..." he smirked and went to kiss her, but instead blew hard on her Cheek.
(y/n) gave a loud shriek and kicked as he started tickling her holding her tight.
"Still think I'm not fun?"
"No your a boring old fart!" She laughed.
"Me! Old? I'm twenty four ya cheeky sod!" he cranked up the intensity of his tickling and threw the covers back over them.
He flipped her round so he was now above her in a position like he was going to do a press up, careful not to squish her.
He clamped her legs together with his so she was stuck.
"Still think I'm old?"
(y/n) gazed down at six pack. Dam he was hawt!
"Maybe just a little." She sealed her fate.
He lowered himself further down and blew hard on her neck, it sounded like a massive fart sound.
"(c/n)!" She shrieked.
(c/n) decided he'd tortured his love enough for one morning and fell sideways next to her trapping her in a warm hug.
(y/n) melted into his arms immediately feeling calmer again. Maybe it was too early.
"Your cute."
"I'm boring, I'm old, and now I'm cute. Make your mind up."
"Okay then your warm."
"Did you only agree to marry me over warmth?"
"What's wrong with wanting a cute radiator?"
(c/n) rolled his eyes and kissed her on the forehead.
"Go back to sleep."
(c/n) loved Christmas but not at five in the morning.
"My little baby mesh'la." he whispered quietly into her ear, "my sweet baby mesh'la," until he too drifted back to sleep.

Two hours later.
Now seven am isn't early.
(c/n) kissed (y/n) Awake and within a minute she was hyper Again. He was happy for Christmas too but he wasn't too exited about the present he got her.
She sprinted downstairs into the living room bouncing up and down like a two year old followed by her husband.
She just stared at the amount of gifts he had gotten her. Sure she'd gotten him a fair few but he definitely had beaten her.
How could she tell which was which? Because his were all incredibly neat, apart from one but we will get to that part later.

She squealed next to him jumping up and down and somehow hugging him at the same time.
"Thank you thank you thank you!"
"I'd get anything for you." he smirked.
"You really didn't." she stopped bouncing and looked up at him trying to be serious.
"Oh but I did," he picked her up and put her on the couch.
"Your opening yours first."
"Why?"
"Because you have the least."
(c/n) playfully sighed and rolled his Eyes, "okay then."
The first present he opened gave way to an explosion of glitter going all over (c/n). He just sank down in joke despair holding the present in his hand. It was a can of oven spray.
"Why must you do this to me?" he groaned, "Every dam year!"
Since they were teenagers (y/n) had always gotten him this over him acidently causing a fire in her house by leaving something or other in the oven. (c/n) had then managed to get the oven to explode and one of (y/n)'s favourite necklace had been destroyed and she was still very salty about it. It was more embarrassing for (c/n) having to own up to it to her parents because he honestly didn't know how he had managed it. Since then (y/n) got him a can of oven spray as a mock present and it always worked as he kept forgetting about it.