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One Year // C.H

This is number 5 from this prompt list, which I reblogged earlier! And a request from @calumrose, thank you, I hope you love this.🥺 Thank you everyone who has sent requests so far — I’ll be working through them! Find the prompt list here — please send me a name, which list and the number🥰 As always, feedback is really appreciated!

5. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

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“So... this time last year.”

You laugh softly at Calum’s words, turning over so you’re tucked into his side. You press your face to his chest, his skin warm beneath your cheek, goosebumps breaking out when you lightly trace your finger over the feather inked to his skin.

“You were still so nervous around me.” Calum continues, his fingertips smoothing up and down your back as you lay together. He thinks back to your first few dates, how you never really looked him in the eye for too long, and would always blush and look away whenever he complimented you. “I thought I’d never be able to tell you how pretty you are without you hiding from me.”

You remember the first time he called you gorgeous, the pet name slipping from his lips so naturally when he picked you up for your fourth date. He had been met with a bashful look — you didn’t say anything, but he could see in your eyes how it made you feel. It was from then you seemed to open up to him a little more, as you knew he really did like you.

“Don’t act like I was the only nervous one,” You retort, remembering how it took him to at least the fourth date to hold your hand. The first time he did, it felt like things fell into place — you had been walking alongside him towards the restaurant he chose, when your knuckles brushed his. He took the opportunity to gently link his fingers with your own, not completely taking your hand until you let him. You squeezed his hand in yours and he knew it was okay, and it just felt right. “It took you weeks to hold my hand.”

“Yes, because I didn’t want to scare you off,” He argues, kissing the tip of your nose when you look up at him. “You were nervous enough without me showing any affection towards you.”

“And look at us now,” You murmur, lifting your face to brush your lips against his in a sweet kiss. A year on from the day Calum had made it official, in your shared bed — one that a year ago, only belonged to him. “You get to hold my hand and kiss me whenever you like.”

Calum chuckles. He peppers kisses all over your face — across your cheeks and on your forehead. “What can I say, I’m a lucky man.”

“You don’t miss having your bed to yourself?” You ask, pulling the duvet up behind your back, to tuck yourself in next to him. His covers that only used to be his, now held the scent of the two of you combined — your perfume lingering on the pillow cases. He’d never felt so comfortable in his own house since you moved in.

“I never had it to myself, not since I got Duke.” He replies, gesturing to the sweet dog curled up on the foot of the bed. He never lost his place next to Calum, though — even the first time you stayed over at his place, he had worked his way between the two of you in the middle of the night. “But no, I don’t miss it. This house wouldn’t be the same without you here. Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

You sigh contently, pressing your face against his neck as he speaks. “Happy anniversary, my love. Here’s to many more.”

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

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11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

“Who’s idea was it to set an alarm?”

You groan and reach out for your phone, charging on the bedside table next to the soft, plush, queen sized bed. The decor of the room made you feel calm — the tropical theme that to match the island you were visiting. You’re grateful for the whirring of the air conditioning, knowing that as soon as you open the balcony doors, you’ll be met with a wave of heat. After shutting off the alarm, you were immediately met with the crashing of the waves outside of the window — along with the wind whooshing through the palm trees.

“Definitely yours.”

The alarm had been Luke’s idea, knowing that if you didn’t set one, you’d end up sleeping all the way through the first morning of your honeymoon. The night previous, he had been so determined to wake up for the sunrise, despite already feeling the jetlag of being in a different timezone. You knew there was no way it would happen though. Not on the first day. 

You peek one eye open to look at your husband, just as sleepy as you — legs tangled with yours, his blonde curls spread across the pillow. A heavy arm reaches out for you, landing across your stomach, pulling you against him. You chuckle as he says no words, just a mumble into your neck as he nuzzles his face into you. Your husband. You still haven’t got used to calling him that, a week after your wedding. Every time you look at him, you can’t believe how lucky you are — that he’s your forever. And you’re his too.

“We should get up.” You mumble, turning to face him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, fingertips lightly tracing up and down the spanse of your bare back. He shakes his head, lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“No we shouldn’t.” He replies, keeping up his soothing gestures as you try not to fall asleep again. There was so much for the island to offer — so much exploring to do, yet you couldn’t seem to pull yourself away from the warmth of Luke’s chest. The sheets are soft against your skin, crisp and white, now warm from sleeping beneath them. “You’re too comfortable to let go of. Let’s stay here for a little bit longer.”

“Can we swim today?” You ask, tracing your finger along his jawline and his cheeks. “I’ve missed the beach.”

“We can do whatever you want, baby.” He replies, a smile gracing his lips as he thinks about the weeks ahead he gets to spend with you. “As long as it doesn’t mean getting up within the next half an hour.”

You lift your head, nudging your nose against his, savouring him being so close for a moment before gently kissing him. Neither of you open your eyes; still enticed by sleep, but just wanting to be connected in some way. One hand gently holds your chin, keeping you there — continuing to kiss you in soft pecks. His lips felt soft, slightly chapped — dried out from the day of travelling before. Your hand lands on the light scruff dusting his cheeks and jawline.

He sighs contently, opening his eyes slowly and adjusting to the sunlight shining through the thin white curtains. The sun has risen — ready for the new day and everything it had to offer. His mind wanders to the activities you’d be doing over the next few weeks — spending time at the beach, the pool, tasting every new food that you could find. Spending every moment together, relaxing, basking in the newly married feeling for as long as you could. He wants to spend every moment with you.

“Just ten more minutes of sleep.” You murmur, pilling the thin cover up over your back, covering the two of you. You hold onto Luke’s warmth for a little longer, burying your face in his shoulder. His fingertips continue to stroke up and down your back, quickly sending you back to sleep. The alarm had proven pointless, as you expected. “Then we’ll go and find breakfast.”

“Sounds perfect to me, my love.”

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Me and You // C.H

Anonymous: Can we get y/n going to cal and telling him she doesn’t want kids and she’s worried he’ll leave her?

Bit of an emotional blurb here! Where Calum and reader meet Michael’s new baby, and reader decides its time to tell Calum that they have no plans to have children anytime in the future. As always, feedback is appreciated! I hope you enjoy a bit more of uncle!Calum, as well as him being a supportive partner! Thank you as always to @calumrose for brainstorming this with me♥️

“I can’t believe she’s here.”

You’ve never seen Calum look at someone so intently. His focus is fixed on the bundle of blankets in his arms, and had been since Michael had placed her there just moments earlier — with a overly cautious dad-like ‘make sure you support her head, man.’

The whole family have been long awaiting the arrival of the newest member of the Clifford family. Ever since he and his partner had announced that they were expecting, it was all everyone had discussed whenever you got together — names, godparents, who would be the best babysitter... the list was endless. Calum had cried when Michael asked him to be her godparent, a role he promised to take very seriously.

“I know, it’s crazy, right?” Michael replies, his gaze soft as he looks at his best friend and his daughter. You sit to Calum’s right, your pointer finger reaching out to lightly stroke her cheek.

Your heart aches a little as you watch them.

You and Calum hadn’t really had that conversation yet. Everytime somebody mentioned children, whether it was on TV or a friend, you’d brushed it off — joking about how children were too messy, too loud, anything you could think of to shut the conversation down. Calum never said much, either — he didn’t agree with you, but he didn’t argue either. It was a private conversation that needed to be had, between the two of you.

“Wait until you can babysit, get some practice in for your own.” Michael’s partner comments, making your heart drop into your stomach when Calum smiles at her words.

“We’ll see.” Calum replies quietly, too busy running his thumb over the apple of Harper’s cheek, her skin flushed from sleep as he cradled her.

We’ll see.

What does that mean? Calum’s viewpoint on having children had never been clear, yet this made you more unsure. It made your stomach turn to think that he could possibly not be on the same page as you.

“Do you want to hold her, babe?” Calum asks, gently nudging you to catch your attention. You nod, holding your arms out for Calum to slowly and under Michael’s watchful eye, very carefully, place her in your arms. Tears well in your eyes as you look at her, how she curls in towards you as you adjust her in your arms. Calum’s hand rests on your thigh, a small show of affection as he looks at the tiny baby. He slips his finger in between her tiny ones. “Look at her little hands.”

“She’s so sweet,” You smile, suddenly feeling as though all of the attention was on you and Calum — watching as he put his arm around your shoulders. You held her for a few moments longer, until she curled her legs up and let out the first hiccup of a cry — Michael instantly jumping into action.

“Shall I take her?” Michael asks, waiting until you nod before scooping her up out of your arms and rocking her in his. Calum sends you a warm smile, and you smile back — but doesn’t reach your eyes. Calum notices.

***

Your quietness lasts into the car journey home.

You think Calum hasn’t noticed — his non-stop excited chatter about everything he plans to do with Harper, how happy he is for Michael, occupies the space. He has, though. He’s talking more to fill the silence as if he thinks that’ll stop you from thinking about whatever is weighing on your mind. He knows he can’t avoid it forever though.

He notices the faraway look on your face, in your eyes — it’s one he’s seen before, and he knows it means you’re deep in thought. He isn’t sure what about, although he’s not oblivious to the fact that you’ve been acting this way since meeting Harper.

He doesn’t bring it up until after dinner, when you’re sat in your usual spot on the sofa, hands running through Duke’s fur. It seems like a nervous thing — like a distraction from whatever was making you feel so anxious.

“Darling?” He tries, picking Duke up and setting him down in his lap, so he could sit next to you. “What’s going on?”

You can’t bear to say it.

The thought of him reacting in the same way as most family members and friends did, made your stomach turn. There was no escaping it though. It was a conversation that had ended a relationship before. You hope deep in your heart that it wouldn’t end this one too.

“Calum...” You start, taking a deep breath before continuing. He furrows his eyebrows in concern, like he had no idea what you were going to say — like he was bracing himself for what was to come. “I don’t really know how to say this. I hate having this conversation, but after today, I just feel like I need to tell you.”

He nods, his heart rate increasing as the feeling that you’re about to drop a bombshell on him becomes more apparent. He doesn’t rush you, though. Just waits for you to carry on.

“I don’t want to have children.” You admit, covering your face with your hand as a few tears slip at the statement. “Not ever. And after seeing you with Harper today, I just... I don’t know if you feel the same way.”

Calum can’t help but feel a sense of relief at your words. With the way you were acting, he felt as though what you were going to say was much worse.

“Hey,” He soothes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. He moves Duke out of his lap to create space for you — so he can hold you as close as possible. “Listen to me, gorgeous. You don’t have to worry about that, okay? Whatever you want is okay. I’m right here with you.”

You can’t help but sob against his neck, like everything you had been feeling had built up to the point where it was all coming out. His warm palms are soothing against your back, moving up and down in a comforting gesture. He just waits until you catch your breath a little — until your tears slow down to where they’re only occasionally slipping down your cheeks.

“Talk to me.” He almost whispers, knowing you weren’t finished, that there was more than you already said. He didn’t know that it ran so deep. He wasn’t sure why it was such a huge deal, but he wanted to know. “I’m listening, babe. Whatever you’re thinking.”

“Everyone makes me feel like I’m crazy for not wanting my own children.” You explain, wiping underneath your eyes to get rid of the tears as they fell. You thought back to everytime it came up in conversation. How your parents told you you’d change your mind when you found ‘the one,’ yet Calum was right in front of you, and you knew it still wasn’t what you wanted. “It makes me feel like a bad person. Like my life isn’t going to be fulfilled if I don’t give my parents grandchildren.”

Calum shakes his head.

“That’s not true, my love.” He replies, not wanting to invalidate your fears, but also hurting over the fact that you had kept it bottled up for so long. “You do not need to have children just for your parents sake. Or for anyone, for that matter. You’re not a bad person for not wanting that, okay? Far from it. You’re my favourite person in the world.”

A small smile graces your lips, followed by the genre pressure of Calum placing his against yours in a soft kiss. You felt much better for getting your feelings out, for explaining everything — as well as hearing Calum’s reassurances. Although, you can’t get the image of Calum holding Harper out of your head.

“What about you, though?” You ask tearfully, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you once more. Your voice wavers as you speak, and it makes Calum’s heart ache that thinking about him in all of this caused that.

“What about me?”

“I saw how you looked at Harper,” You sigh sadly, thinking about the content expression on his face as he held the sweet baby. “Don’t you want that for yourself? To have your own baby?”

Calum thinks to himself for a moment. He thinks about how deeply in love he is with you, how content he is with his relationship — and how not deeply he had thought about having children. It was always one of those things where if it happens, great, but if it doesn’t — that’s fine too. It was never an absolute when he thought about his life. He knows that if he has to choose between you and having children — he chooses you, everytime.

“I want you to be happy,” He states, like it was the simplest thing in the world. He means it. His hand gently grips your face, tilting your chin so you’re looking right at him. He thumb softly wipes away any remaining tears on your cheeks. “And if not having children is what is going to make you happy, then that’s what we’ll do.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods, moving closer until his nose nudges yours.

“Yeah, besides, it means I don’t have to share you with anyone else.” Calum confirms, smiling when a relieved giggle escapes your lips at his words. “Well, apart from Duke. You give him enough attention as it is.”

“Shut up,” You laugh, playfully hitting his chest as you reach over for Duke and set him down in between the two of you. “Duke is less needy than you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes, pulling you closer until your head is resting on his shoulder. “Seriously though, babe. Think about it. We’re about to spend the evening arguing over what to watch before sleeping for 12 hours, with no interruptions. Michael will be lucky to get three hours sleep tonight, until he wakes up to a screaming baby.”

“Exactly my point.” You reply. “We just get to do the fun stuff, like cuddle her until she cries and then give her back.”

He nods, sighing contently as he begins to scroll through Netflix. You finally feel as though you can calm down — like there was no longer the burden of wondering how Calum would feel about your plans on not having children. As you sit there, trying not to fall asleep after winning the debate on what to watch — you realise this is what you want your life to be.

“Being the fun uncle sounds like a good plan to me, babe.”

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@calumscalm: hi lauren! 42 from the kisses prompt list with cal trying to be distracting? 🥺

42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

“Cal...”

You sigh as Calum’s plump lips trail across your cheek, in the spot behind your ear, and then down your neck. His arms were loosely wrapped around your waist, hands allowing space for your laptop to sit on your knee. Duke is curled up against your side, his head on your thigh. None of these things make for a productive working environment — yet it was the only way to stop Calum’s whining.

“If I knew you were going to be this distracting, I wouldn’t have agreed to sit in your lap whilst I worked.” You groan, shifting a little to try and get more room. Calum had been needy all day — convinced he was coming down with something, the only cure being that of your embrace. With a big deadline coming up, you had no choice but to work through the weekend, despite Calum’s complains. The only compromise had been to cuddle him whilst you continue to work.

The TV is a soft noise in the background, just a re-run of a show that you’ve seen over and over so it wouldn’t distract you too much. Well, not as much as the man you’re cuddled up against. The vanilla scented candles lined up on the fireplace create a pleasant atmosphere, a relaxing one — not particularly one for working in. If it wasn’t for the work you had to do, it would be the perfect way to spend a rainy day.

“Baaaabe,” He whines, resting his head on your shoulder. You can hear the scratch in his throat, his stuffy nose evident as he speaks. The heat radiating from him tells you that he probably has a temperature too. “If you don’t give me attention soon I might die.”

“I didn’t know you not feeling well made you so dramatic.” You reply, knowing the sooner you get your work done, the sooner you can spend time with him. Calum didn’t seem to understand that though, as he continued kissing your jawline from his spot behind you. “If you let me get on with it, I can cuddle you sooner.”

“I might not make it to then.” He sighs dramatically, giving up for a moment and letting you continue working. He sits quietly for a moment, his hands rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs. He runs his hand through Duke’s soft fur, getting his attention and scratching under his chin when he lifts his head. “Duke, tell your momma to pay attention to me.”

“Hey, don’t use Duke against me.” You scold him, turning around to playfully slap his chest lightly. His lips are becoming distracting — trying to cover any skin they could reach, dusting over your cheek, along your jawline, down your neck. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you think about how badly you want to push your laptop away and curl up in his lap. “Calum, I really need to get this done.”

“My lips are lonely.” He pouts, and you can’t help but laugh at his words. “Just... just one kiss? Please, babe.”

He tries to tilt your face towards him, pouting his lips in an offer for a kiss as he waits for you to respond. You oblige, rolling your eyes with a smile before pecking his lips softly. After one kiss, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to get more — pushing your laptop off of your lap and pulling you tighter against him.

“Calum, I told you-“

“Nu-uh,” He replies, wrapping his arms fully around your waist and holding you close. He covers your face in kisses in an attack, making a dramatic ‘mwah’ sound as his lips scatter kisses all over your cheek. You finally give up the fight and let him have his way — loving on you until you close your laptop and snuggle up in his lap. “Much better. You saved me, babe.”

“Mhm.” You hum, running your fingers through his hair as he rests his head on your shoulder, buying his face in your neck. “Guess some things are just more important than work, huh?”

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