You and Me, Forever

I'll Be Home For Christmas [2]

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This is a converted imagine off of Tumblr. All credit goes to owner/ writer.

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Camila's POV

I fluttered my eyes open as light beamed through the bedroom window and into my eyes. Shawn, waiting patiently for me to wake up, lay on his side staring at me with a grin plastered across his face.

"Good morning, beautiful, and merry Christmas. It's about time you wake up." he greeted, his voice groggy from his sleep. My insides went into a frenzy because of how adorable his morning voice is.

I cuddled into his chest a moment longer before deciding I should go make breakfast for the two of us. The wood floors were cold and my feet were bare, chilling my whole body. Shawn followed closely behind me into the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator to grab the ingredients needed to make blueberry pancakes, bacon and eggs. I began to mix the pancake batter when Shawn came up behind me. His arms coiled around my waist and his chin rested on my shoulder.

"Can I make breakfast for you?" he hummed.

"Of course, just please please don't make a mess." I begged.

He smirked, his way of telling me he wouldn't make a mess. But I knew he would.

"So what is going to make this such a special Christmas? You said I'd find out today." I asked.

"You'll find out later." Shawn half-way sang.

I grumbled beside the anticipation was killing me now. Every Christmas with Shawn was special. What could make this one even more special?

Shawn continued to flip pancakes and also started to jump every time the grease from the bacon popped. I laughed at the sight of such a tall and muscular guy being so afraid of something so simple.

Shawn and I ate breakfast together on the couch. My legs were draped across his lap. Syrup dripped onto Shawn's bare chest, making him a sticky mess. After eating, we sat on the floor in front of our Christmas tree, like two small children.

My favorite gift from Shawn was a new purse I'd had my eye on for months. I stopped to admire it every time we passed the small boutique it was located at. It joyed me that he remembered.

Shawn's favorite gift from me was a set of guitar picks decorated with scenes from the Harry Potter movies. There was still one small box under the tree. One that I had not wrapped, so it had to be for me. It looked like a box with jewelry in it.

Inside was a small slip of paper, in Shawn's handwriting, that read, 'Stand up.' My eyebrows scrunched together out of confusion. I stood up, still confused and looking at the paper. I looked down to see Shawn on one knee, a small white box opening with a ring inside.

"I've been with you nearly four years now, love, ever since we were 19. And I- I love you so much. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else, so will you marry me?" Shawn said, his voice shaking.

Tears welled up in my eyes and a smile spread across my face. A euphoric feeling washed over my body as I replied with a yes. Thoughts of all the joyous times spent with Shawn flashed before me in the moment that he slipped the ring onto my finger.

The ring was astonishing, a teardrop shaped diamond with a rose gold band and tiny diamonds encrusting the larger one and also around the circumference of the band. Shawn stood up and wrapped his arms around me to kiss me.

He kissed me passionately while picking me up off the ground, spinning me around. He planted kisses on my cheeks and my nose, mouthing 'I love you's with each peck. It was almost like a scene from a movie, only more beautiful.