#cal deserves everything in this world this poor child

[silentanomaly]

Haha, hate my life. I had money to adopt a cat. But, no place for it. Now I have a place for it (provided my roommate is chill about it), and money's tight. Then a friend of mine offers their cat to me because they're no longer taking care of it due to having a kid. Nice cat too. Would love for their cat to end up with someone they know, and I was approached with the idea because they know I'm good with cats.

When will circumstances align to favour me so I may have a cat? Not dismissing the idea entirely. If roommate is okay with me having a cat, I do want to try to budget and find ways to earn money so I may afford her.

I feel so bad for her. Friend's girlfriend, that he had a kid with, had that cat since before she knew him. Feels wrong that now because they have a kid they're getting rid of the cat...and she's 12 years old. Shit's just wrong. I can't imagine she wants to get rid of her cat either. But, it sounds like she's in a position where she's stuck at home and having to do the most, if not all, for baby and cat.

So, while I appreciate my friend thinking of me, I can't help but doubt how much he's contributing, for the woman in his life to not be able to do both and give up her cat who was there with her since before the beginning. I can't help but imagine that he's kind of an asshole, and is probably instilling the traditional wife roles on her while he goes off to work. "You stay home and take care of everything while I go to work. Baby wakes up at night, well, I gotta sleep before work, so that one's on you." Never said it like that. But, that is the gist of the situation.

Poor lady's stuck at home, baby bound, and now it's getting to be too much for her to keep her cat - and to think she wants to get back out into the world, and it's probably just getting harder for her to do that. Cat is unhappy now, and the caretaker can't do both cat and child, apparently. My mom made an interesting observation on this one about how she raised 5 kids and several animals for decades, and now they're giving up their *cat* (a low maintenance pet) because now there is one baby.

I feel like there's more to this story that my friend isn't mentioning. But, I guess, either way they are putting their cat up for adoption..and I'd hate for her to end up somewhere she might never see her original owners again.

Pray for this kitty. Her name is Cal. She is a long haired calico who likes her space and is very chill. She deserves a loving home to stay at for the rest of her life.

I can't bring myself to ask. But, it'd be pretty crazy awesome if somebody funded me to care for this cat while I work out my financial situation in the meantime, lmao. That is best case scenario for me adopting her, if I get the greenlight from my roommate. Otherwise I'm driving way less, eating nothing but ramen, and drinking nothing but water for a hot minute so I may afford her amenities and food.

[eggdrawsthings]

smol Cal and his favorite people (the clone here is that clone who stood outside of his room in the cut scene. As much as i love the "high five" clone, this clone is my fave cos he knows Cal's training schedule and talked about a rematch w him later on, which makes it feel like he's very close to Cal compare to other clones or the clone commander)

[iammarylastar]

1. Alone amongst brothers.

"Cal! Hey mate where are you?" Snowballs clicked his fingers under his nose, startling him.

Bad idea. Never startle an ex cop ex Marine who hadn't slept for years.

Chris -his real name was Chris- came out of his reverie and offered a poor smile to his brothers. Obviously missing his goal to reassure his squad.

Who was he kidding?

He hadn't been here for years. For 3 years. 3 fucking years.

He hadn't been the same since he came out of prison. Since his brother, his real brother fled to Canada, to never return.

Since Oyster, his little brother killed that asshole in a bar.

Thinking about it, all this shit had started after their mother died.

Big, huge mess she had left behind.

He reluctantly came back to the world, that world without his mom nor his brother, that world where he's a useless piece of shit, forbidden to serve his country in any way.

Reverie couldn't have been more inappropriate. Living nightmare would have fit better.

"Next round on me." Jaeger announced with too much enthusiasm.

"Same?" He quirked an eyebrow at Cal, who just nodded, not bothering to say a word.

He didn't need another beer. Alcohol free. Taste free too. He'd been nursing the same bottle since he settled his ass in the bar, mind absently scratching the corner of the label with his nail.

He had been sentenced to 6 years and spent 3 at Pittsburgh Correctional Institution. He got a release, good behaviour. He'd been lucky, somehow, half of the prisoners were there because of him. Death had waited for him at every corner, but freedom hadn't tasted better.

A lot had happened in 3 years. Life had gone on whilst his had stopped behind the bars.

Snowball found his soulmate Carlo, Jaeger finally got Claire back, they married last year and were expecting their first child. Milk spawned two boys, fuck he'd been out for a long time.

Brotherhood meant leave no one behind. He had Oyster's back, he did what had to be done to save his brother from jail. Sentencing himself, ruining his own life.

He got nothing left. No wife, no family. Sure, his bros had always cared, hanging out, working out, having him in for all their kids birthdays, family barbecues, even last Christmas when Claire and Jaeger announced the good news.

They all exploded, hugging Claire and clapping Jaeger's shoulder, whooping and cheering like madmen.

He was genuinely happy for both of them and tried to ignore the stab in his guts.

For once he wanted and was in the mood to celebrate. Till his eyes landed on the blessed couple's wedding pic pinned on the wall, then spotted another showing his brothers in uniform, proudly posing with the groom.

Stab.

He wasn't there and it killed him.

Claire told him they got a seat settled in his honor and it hurt more deeply.

He had missed so many events, so many people.

Oyster.

He had spent most of his miserable life to raise his little brother -half brother but who cares?- kicked his ass every morning to have him secured at school, kicking his own ass to quit both grief and booze and pass his exams to assure them a future.

Look what future both fucked up.

If only he could have the slightest news of him, knowing his brother was fine and safe somewhere in Canada, a letter, a call, an emoji on whatever social media... but no. The cops were still looking for Oyster for Ben Daley's murder and as a cop -ex cop- he knew he and his mates have been under surveillance since day one.

Oyster had been MIA for 3 years with no chance of brightest days.

And he was left alone with nobody to care for and nobody to love.

His sentence had him kicked out from the police department, along with his staff sergeant status. No job. No rules to give rhythm to his days. No incomes but a few light works here and there in the neighborhood. The people he knew always put in a good word about him and hopefully people didn't ask for his criminal record before hiring him for fixing their roof, painting their fronts or uprooting a tree stump.

Yeah he had a lot to add to his resume: by-the-book cop, dauntless staff sergeant in the Marine corps, 2 rounds in Iraq, baby sitter and groundskeeper. Impressive.

"Man, look at this chick over there." Milk nudged him. "She's been eyeing you like she's willing to drop her panties for you."

Cal finally lifted his eyes and glanced at the girl in question. Thin, sexy, a blouse full of goodies, gaudy red lipstick, prying eyes.

Maybe he needed to get laid. He hadn't had sex since he came out of prison. His mates planned a party to celebrate his freedom and got him a working girl for the occasion but he wasn't in the mood.

He hadn't been interested in sex, not after what has happened in prison, not even a quick handjob while watching a porn. No. Scratch that. He's been forced into lame and painful wankings when his balls threatened to explode, but it was no fun at all. Far, far from it.

A slight nausea invaded his throat of the reminder and he forced the thought out.

Double sentence. If he hadn't suffered PTSD after what he did and witnessed in Iraq, then he got his trauma.

He might never use his cock again. Playground out of order. Broken.

"Nahhh... She looks cheap. Guys I don't need another blind date, you know. Your Tracy girl was crazy, she scared the shit out of me with her earlobe-licking... fetishism." Cal rubbed his earlob with a disgusting frown on his face, having all his skwad laughing out loud, wiggling all tongues out.

"Listen Cal. You need to get laid. You need a good fuck to come back to life. You're hot stuff still, you just need to pick up some gorgeous chick and have some fun! Before your dick just deceases from dehydration." Jaeger joked, hilarity ensued.

He looked around the crowded bar, tired. Tired to pretend he could be interested in that kind of date.

He didn't need a one night stand. He didn't need some cunt to fuck. He needed someone to love. And be loved in return.

Like the ol'time when he lived with his mom. Or with Oyster. He needed someone who cared.

"Thank you guys but I'm tired. I better go home and get some sleep. Need to wake up early and..."

His lame excuses got cut off by an angry Milk.

"Oh yeah, because you do have so much to do tomorrow, don't you? Cleaning up the house and walk Mrs Riley's pet? That's why you're leaving your brothers now? Cal, when are you going to get rid of this shit and be alive again? It's been 3 years already, move on for fuck sake!"

Cal didn't blink. He deserved to be scolded by his gang. He's been no fun, nothing more than a burden for them. A big piece of shit, whining about all he'd lost. Poor thing. Soon he'd lose them.

He was whining again. He's got the best friends he could dream of, people he could call his brothers, who were totally devoted to him, heart and soul.

His family. His home.

Those guys made it all easy for him while his time in prison. Paying him a visit each week, twice a week when they were off. They paid for his lawyer, his loan for the house so he wouldn't be homeless when he got out of prison. So he didn't have to break into his savings and get ruined in 6 months.

They did it in a heartbeat, without thinking nor asking for his permission. They told him it was the right thing to do. The same way Cal had them home, safe and sound after their tour in Iraq. Beside Jaeger's leg, abandoned there. How guilty he had felt, and still.

He owed them... everything.

He leant on his elbows and rubbed his face. He considered staying and trying to relax and have some fun, but his mood was definitely shitty.

Time to shake his thoughts and his big ass. He survived the war, survived in jail, he could survive this night.

"OK fuckers. But I don't want to bury my future here." He emptied his drink, slammed it loudly on the table.

"Let's get home and shake the walls!"

He grabbed his other beer and clinked glasses with his mates, and chugged it whilst his bros cheered and downed their own drinks.

"Last one at my mailbox is a loser!" Cal jumped on his feet and started running through the door.

"Ohhhh, you bastard!" Milk shouted, running after him, quickly followed by an enthusiast Snowball.

Jeager rolled his eyes and took out his wallet to pay the bill. He wouldn't win anyway, his fucking metal leg was no match for those big machines.

The three guys were messing around by the front door, playfully wrestling to pass first.

Cal jammed Milk's head in between his bulging biceps and disheveled his neat hairstyle, having him struggling even more for his freedom, grunting with rage. Snowball was stuck against the wall, the two heavy guys struggling were keeping him to head towards the door.

In a joint effort to get free, Snowball and Milk pushed Cal with all their strength until he popped out like a Champagne cork, sent flying against the wall. Just as the door opened on someone coming in.

Cal ended up glued to them, pinned on the wall, crushed against his broad chest.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah! What the hell?" A muffled voice came from underneath Cal's body.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry!" He apologized, peeling his body from a smaller and thinner one.

His hands flat against the wall, each side of a face. A beautiful face. Still blurry, he was too close to focus.

Never too close... he thought. Her smell itself made him stop.

"I'm sorry!" He uttered, forcing a step back. Finally able to focus on delicate features.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...uh, hey... I'm Jessica. " She said in a big grin as she rearranged the strands of hair away from her face.

"Nice to meet you..." She started, inviting him to introduce himself.

"Milk, nice to meet you gorgeous." The bastard spoke first, getting on Cal's business, more than happy to embarrass his mate.

"And this is Snowball" he continued, shamelessly stepping on Cal's toes and bluntly pushing him to the side.

"Ma'am!" Snowball bowed before an amused Jessica, glancing at the three boys with a smirk. "Please, accept our sincere apologies. I hope this giant idiot didn't hurt you when so roughly trying to get your attention."

Jessica let her eyes wander at the big stud's body and face, making sure it didn't turn into a stare. The man was built like a brick house, huge arms, solid chest, his short hair suggested he was a cop or a soldier, his handsome face obviously annoyed by his friends' demeanour. His gorgeous self nodding his head while pressing his so soft looking lips together. She felt her heart stop and her inside melt when they locked stares. His blue eyes were captivating and something slapped her in the face. Through his hilarious expression and attractive features, he looked so... sad and lonely. So much she wanted to pull him in in a hug and never let him go.

She forced her eyes back at the two dummies still making the show for her.

"And this!" Milk nudged his pal, "this is Chris Callahan, the man you need.

The thoughtfulness itself, well, when it's not nearly killing you, this guy is not only strong, courageous and handsome, thanks God he's also single."

Cal wanted nothing more than vanish from embarrassment after getting rid of that motherfucker of a so called best friend. On a definitive way.

But the more Milk was blurting his shit out, the more Jessica looked amused and kind of interested in him.

Eyeing him. The cutest smile on her lips. Which she bit when she finally was caught staring.

"This big sweet heart is to take darling, and you'd be a fool not to try your luck with him."

Milk got a little closer and lowered his voice "I heard he's got amazing skills, like... look at the size of his feet!"

The 2 guys barked a laugh, clunching at each other while Cam just chuckled and sighed, more uncomfortable than ever. Jessica shared the guys big laugh then winked at Cal, before glancing down to judge their size by herself.

Milk wiped the tears from his face, oh Lord he loved making fun of his mate so very much. Calming down his panting, he stepped back, still hooked to an exhilarated Snowball.

"If you want to excuse us mylady, we're up for a male race contest, where the loser will have to walk butt naked the entire week." He said, bowing out at Jessica, then stepping out of the bar with renewed loud laughs.

Cal just shifted uneasily on his spot, figuring out a way to stop looking like the dumbest guy on Earth.

"Sorry... That was... pretty awkward, wasn't it?" He shyly tried, mentally kicking in own ass to not have found something clever to say.

"Found it very funny actually, you guys made my day!" Her genuine smile cheered him up a little.

"Those guys are total weirdoes, please do not believe a single word of what they say." Cal flashed one of his best smile, pretty sure it would work for him.

"Seems your friends think very highly of you. The resume they made of you is quite appealing, you know." She made it sounds like a joke but couldn't help wondering about that nice guy, nice looking guy all in embarrassment in front of her.

And the size of his... feet.

"Yeah... Well, wait to meet them once they're not drunk and you might hear a different story." Cal shoved his hands deep in his pockets. Looking so cute.

"So... Cal, I'm looking forward to hang out with your smartass group of friends, and hear all kind of stories about you, I bet each more embarrassing than the last!" Jessica's fingers were playing with a strand of her hair against her will, flirting.

And it seemed this didn't get unnoticed, by the way Cal's stare lingered on her delicate features.

"I... I've got to go and look after those drunken asses before they get into more trouble. I won't stop hearing of it if I don't beat them tonight. It was so nice to meet you and again, apologies for so rudely bumping into you."

Chris scratched the back of his neck, torn between two options. Stay and risk to embarrass himself more and more, or leave and risk to never see her again.

"It's OK, Chris I'm fine. We would find a way to make it up for nearly knocking me down earlier. Go get them, we could meet another time. I'm new in town but I'm here for some time, let's catch up later!"

Chris chuckled, mumbled a cocky "sure!" through an enormous grin, dared to throw a wink at her before turning heels and walked out of the bar.

"I hope you lose!" She shouted at him as he reluctantly started to jog towards his mates.

"Thank you...?" Chris turned to face her again, walking backward, wearing an astonished expression. That was not the kind of support he expected.

"I may not know much about you, but I figured seeing you walk up the streets butt naked could be fun!"

Chris couldn't help the large grin taped on his face to turn into a big smile, that charismatic pant-dropping smile that had been MIA for years was finally back.

As he jogged back to his drunken brothers, in absolute no hurry, a light in heart, he felt like that stupid smile wouldn't leave his face for quite a while.

[fromthemouthofkings]

10 Favorite Characters

Thank you @wisteria-lodge​ for tagging me!!

1. Grand Admiral Thrawn (the Thrawn trilogy by Timothy Zahn)

I stan 1 (one) blue alien Sherlock Holmes

[image description: the cover of The Last Command by Timothy Zahn, showing Thrawn as a blue-skinned humanoid with blue-black hair and glowing red eyes, wearing a white Imperial uniform. end id]

So I’m specifically talking about the book character here; I have no idea what’s going on in the Star Wars TV shows. But Thrawn of the Star Wars Legends universe (and the newer canon book, Thrawn) is hands-down one of the best and most interesting characters I’ve ever seen. He’s brilliant, creating battle strategies by studying his opponents’ cultural art to understand their cultural psychology and look for weaknesses in their thinking. And despite being a morally grey character, he’s not unduly arrogant and is actually extremely likeable--he has to work hard to get into the Imperial command structure that heavily discriminates against non-humans, his motivation is the best interest of his people, the Chiss, and he is always willing to explain his thinking to his close allies and friends. And who else would respond to being stabbed by smiling and saying, “But it was so artistically done?”

2. Beren (specifically, from Philosopher-At-Large’s script/screenplay adaptation of Tolkien’s story of Beren and Luthien, A Boy, A Girl, & A Dog: The Lay of Leithian Dramatic Script Project, which can be read in full here: https://rustbucket.net/leithian/index.html)

Do we not all want to yell at the gods about theodicy until they answer our questions to our satisfaction? I specifically pick Beren not from the original Silmarillion, as much as I love Tolkien’s work, but from Philosopher-At-Large’s script retelling, because A Boy, A Girl, & A Dog might just be my favorite work of literature of all time--fanwork, original fiction, or otherwise. I stumbled across it via a fanart of Beren on DeviantArt, like, six or seven years ago that referenced it, and my life has never been the same. It was hard to pick a favorite character, since literally all of the Script’s characters hold a special place in my heart, but I love Beren’s gentle, dry humor and his grim, determined, reckless stubbornness. His relationship with Luthien is of course the driving point of the story, but I thought that his relationships with Finrod and the other members of their company, and his backstory in Dorthonian and his interactions with the Valar were spectacularly done as well. This story is full of the grim determination to at least try and keep loving people, to keep throwing yourself at a problem and refuse to back down until you find a satisfactory solution, and Beren is right there at the heart of that, and I think that makes him pretty hopepunk.

3. Hamlet (Hamlet by William Shakespeare)

What is there to say about Hamlet that hasn’t already been said a thousand times by people significantly more learned and eloquent than me? I love him. He’s a genre-savvy protagonist trapped in a world where nothing! Fucking! Makes! Sense! My poor emo boy. I feel so much for him, being trapped in a situation where he needs to learn the truth in order to move forward and finally act, but there’s no way for him to get at the truth, so instead he just spirals further and further into fey, frustrated, erratic “madness.” Such a disaster bi. Definitely in love with his tired functional gay bf Horatio. Drama queen and Pretentious Asshole TM. In any decent modern au, he loves Hot Topic and gets all his clothes from there. I don’t even really do theater, but I’d love to have a chance to play him onstage.

4. James Dunworthy (the Oxford Time Travel series by Connie Willis)

The Oxford Time Travel series by Connie Willis ranges from hilarious (To Say Nothing of the Dog) to heartbreaking (Doomsday Book) and Mr. Dunworthy is right in the middle of all of it. For those who haven’t read it, the premise of the series is that time travel has been discovered, but we can’t use it to change the past, so instead it’s mainly just used by historians going back in time to study history, and Mr. Dunworthy is the head of the history department at Oxford University in the year 2060. He might be strict, but he has strong dad vibes, and, just, cares so much for all of his historians. He basically adopts Colin when Colin is stranded in Oxford over Christmas during an epidemic, he regularly puts himself in danger to look for lost historians, he helped invent time travel, and he knows that the point of studying the past is caring about the people who lived there. I want him to be my dad.

5. The 9th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Okay, I love 10 and 12 and 13 almost as much as I love 9, but 9 has to be my favorite Doctor. He was my first doctor, and what really got me hooked on the series was his kindness--hard-won and hard-clung to after the trauma of the time war. It isn’t always easy for him--the time war took everything away from him, and you can see how he’s tempted to be angry and bitter and harsh--but even so, he insists on helping people, on atoning for his mistakes, on nonviolence and using kindness and cleverness to fix things instead of violence and hate. He says, guns are bad and bananas are good, and every person is important, and when asked if he’s a coward or a killer, he says, “Coward. Any day.” And that philosophy, that choice, has left a deep impact on me.

[image description: gif of the 9th doctor saying “Who said you’re not important?” from New Who Season 1 episode 8, “Father’s Day.” end id]

6. Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

The whole premise of a group of thieves, criminals and con artists getting together to take down corrupt people in power is great, and Eliot is my favorite. He may have done some seriously bad shit in the past, but now he’s just devoted to taking care of the team, and particularly his hacker and his thief. I don’t know that he believes he’s worthy of their love, but he’s still somehow the most mature and emotionally stable member of the team; he knows how to control his anger and live alongside his regrets, and despite his grumbling, he dives headfirst into protecting the rest of the team and keeping them safe. Bonus points for being in an almost-canon ot3, and for the passion that he brings to his cooking. Also, I headcanon him as gray aro and transmasc, because I can.

[image description: gif of Eliot standing back-to-back with Parker and Hardison. end id]

7. Jon Sims (The Magnus Archives)

I’m only on season 3 of TMA so far, but I love Jon with all my heart. Working at a supernatural research institute, after having had a supernatural encounter of your own, and still choosing not to really believe in the supernatural until it knocks down the door to your office and riddles you with worms? Big mood. He’s a stubborn workaholic disaster ace, and I relate because I too struggle to interact with people and tend to get lost in obscure research projects for hours at a time. Somebody give this boy a hug and then a nap.

8. River Taam (Firefly)

Once again, there are a lot of good characters in Firefly, and I was hard-pressed to pick just one of them to put on this list. But River is a sweet summer child slowly overcoming trauma to find the joy and delight in the world around her that she had before the Academy, and I want all the best things for her. Bonus points go to Simon, who gave up everything he knew to save his sister, and Mal, who stubbornly sticks to his own code of honor even after loosing the war and much of his faith.

9. Lancelot (The Once and Future King by T. H. White)

A splendidly complex and morally grey take on our favorite legendary hero. T. H. White writes a Lancelot who struggles deeply with guilt and pride and imposter syndrome--who struggles desperately to do what is right and to channel the traits he finds in himself--both strengths and flaws--into doing the right thing. His scrupulosity is sadly relatable, and the lines “It is so fatally easy to make young children believe that they are horrible” and “ You could not give up a human heart as you could give up drinking. The drink was yours, and you could give it up: but your lover’s soul was not your own: it was not at your disposal; you had a duty towards it” are both absolutely haunting. It’s only implied in the book, but T. H. White admitted in letters that Lancelot enjoys pain, and is probably bi as well, and a bit in love with Arthur, and that he feels very guilty about it, and I just want a fluffy modern adaptation where Arthur and Guenevere and Lancelot can be in the kinky ployamarous triad that they deserve and just be happy together.

10. Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling)

While I have some problems these days with the Harry Potter series and the transphobia of its author, it��s possible to like something without minimizing its flaws, and this list would not be complete without Luna Lovegood. I spent significant portions of middle school pretending to be her. She taught me how to embrace my own unabashed weirdness, and I wouldn't be the same without her.

@a-nerdy-shade-of-purple @conan-concocting-chaos @one-supportive-august​ @the-lyra-cal-trans​ @the-eleftheria​ @dumpstertrash​

[captainjetrocketboy]

I’m Tryna Understand These Days ~ 10

Also on Ao3

Chapter 10: It’s Easier to Be Alone Than to Be Lied To

Callum wasn’t quite sure if it was morning or not. 

The blinds covering the few windows were shut, so there was only the fluorescent white lights to illuminate the room. The smell of antiseptic was nauseatingly sweet as it hit his nostrils, causing him to scrunch his nose in response. He could still hear the incessant beeping of a heart monitor, the consistency of it bringing him a strange sense of calm that clashed with annoyance. It may be a bothersome noise, but as long as it kept going, it meant that whoever was attached to the machine was still alive.

He shifted his body uncomfortably as Callum tried to sit up. The chair was far from luxurious, and his long limbs prevented himself from ever getting into a good sleeping position, no matter how he contorted himself.

The hood of his jacket fell back as he ran a hand through his hair, still hard and now a bit greasy from the product that was left overnight. He didn’t really feel like taking a shower yesterday—never found time to, really—but he could probably use one right about now. If anything, the warm water and hot steam would do wonders for the soreness spread throughout his body.

Callum stretched his arms over his head and gave a silent yawn before settling back into the chair. That’s when he noticed something straining against the faded blue of his jeans. A wave of embarrassment shot through him, his face heating up into a bright red. He slowly recalled the dream he had that night, and was faced with his body’s natural reaction to such. Morning wood was a common occurrence for any man, but to have it in the hospital was something else entirely.

Callum almost laughed. Until he remembered why he was even at the hospital in the first place.

His eyes refocused from sleepiness just as they landed on Ben’s still form. 

And just like that, his world came crashing down once more.

He was in the hospital because Ben had fallen unconscious, and hadn’t woken up yet.

He had slept in a tiny plastic chair because he didn’t want to feel alone.

He awoke to a morning erection because he had just dreamed of having sex with a man who doesn’t even remember they love each other.

When had his life become so fucking messed up?

Callum was saved from his inner turmoil as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out, thankful for the distraction.

“Mornin’ Cal.” Jay’s voice came through as he answered the call.

“Jay… morning,” he drawled out, voice still laced with tiredness.

“Kathy’s told me ya visited the hospital last night. Any news on Ben?”

“Nope. He’s still…” Unconscious, his brain supplied. “... asleep. He ain’t doing any better.”

“At least he ain’t getting worse, either,” Jay tried to reassure.

Callum sank back further into the uncomfortable chair. He stretched out his lengthy legs, heaving out a sigh as he tried to keep talking. “Yeah…”

After a couple seconds, he heard Jay take a deep breath of his own. “How are you doin’, mate?”

Callum scoffed, one side of his mouth twitching upward. “That a trick question?”

“I’m serious, Callum. Did ya even get some rest last night?” Jay’s voice suddenly sounded more serious. He almost squirmed in reaction. It wouldn’t get him anywhere to lie to his boss.

“Not… not really. I slept in Ben’s room.”

“You know those chairs are shit. They could barely hold a child let alone someone as tall as you.”

Callum hissed in discomfort as he tried to rub away the kink in his neck. “Yeah, I think I figured that out.”

Jay let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, Cal, I get that you’re worried about Ben. But ya gotta take care of yourself, too. You should’ve gone home and slept in an actual bed.”

“But I couldn’t…” Callum squeezed his eyes closed as he felt the all-too familiar sting of tears. “I couldn’t sleep by myself. Not without making sure he’s okay.”

Jay was silent then. Callum was wondering if the other man had hung up on him until a much softer tone made its way through the phone’s speaker. “You gotta stop thinking like that, Cal. Ben’s gonna be fine. He just needs some time to recover.”

“I really want to believe ya, Jay. But I…” Callum trailed off, suddenly unable to speak as he stood and walked over to Ben’s side. He lifted a trembling hand over the bed’s rail and rested it on top of Ben’s too-still hand. At least it was warm, which meant Ben was still here. Callum didn’t even want to think of how things could have ended up very differently.

He was so focused on the warmth and solace that touching his lover gave him that he almost forgot he was still on the phone with Jay.

“It ain’t your fault, either, Cal.”

Callum gave a small, sad smile at that. “I wish I could believe that, too.”

“Listen, how about you take the day off, ey? Don’t worry about work, I’ll handle it.”

His head snapped up at that. “Jay, you don’t hafta—”

“In the meantime,” Jay interrupted, not letting Callum turn him down. “Why don’t you make your way down to the playground. Lexi could use a bit more company. Think she’s getting kinda sick of me and Lola.”

Callum couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Lexi. Ben’s beautiful, feisty daughter. She was such a bright passionate fire, so much like her father. As he looked back down at Ben, he thinks a bit of fun with Lexi would be worth it. It would definitely be better than waiting around in the hospital, his bottom practically yelling at him not to sit back down in that stupid chair.

“You know what, Jay? That sounds great. I’ll be glad to spend some time with Lexi.”

“Good. You can pick her up from Lola at Kathy’s place. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“See ya, Jay.”

Callum disconnected from the phone, and turned to leave before realizing he forgot something. He carefully leaned over Ben, and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his forehead. His lips brushed across Ben’s own as he pulled away, his hand lingering in his floofy hair.

“I’ll be back before you know it, Ben. I love you.”

-

The rest of that morning and afternoon was spent with playing various games with Lexi. Lola thanked him for being willing to spend time with the little girl, giving him a firm shoulder squeeze. They had walked down to the playground, hand in hand, and started at the swingset. Lexi demanded that he pushed her higher than her dad does, and Callum couldn’t help but indulge in her wishes. 

After that, they walked back to the Beale house and played a couple rounds of hide and seek before settling on the couch and watching some films he didn’t know the names of. 

Before he knew it, the sun was starting to make its descent in the sky as he tucked Lexi in for an early night. The poor girl really exhausted herself today, and Callum could admit that he too felt a bit winded. She had so much energy it was hard to keep up with her at times.

It didn’t help that his traitorous mind kept wandering off at times throughout the day. He didn’t pay much attention to it, but if he really tried—like really thought about it—then it would almost seem like this was a normal thing for him. To spend the day with Ben’s daughter as if she were his own, forgetting all about his problems as they played and ate sugary snacks. Then when the day came to an end, he could tuck Lexi into her bed, and he would go down the stairs so he could snuggle up with his boyfriend on the couch.

But as he said his farewells to Lola, and made his way through the stark white hallways of the hospital, the brutal truth would hit him like a bullet.

Lexi wasn’t his daughter, and Ben wasn’t his boyfriend.

Callum sighed, and found his way around to Ben’s room. As soon as he gets the chance, he promises to himself to make his dreams a reality. He’s spent too long in doubt and fear, but now? Now, he knows what he wants.

He wants Ben, and everything that comes with that beautiful man, flaws and all.

As he pushed open the door, he heard two very familiar voices, one of which was one that he yearned to hear again. His heart clenched at what that meant.

Ben was awake.

And he seemed to be talking to Jay as he caught the tail end of their conversation.

“—need to tell him. He deserves to know.” Jay said, his voice sounding a lot like that ‘protective brother’ tone he uses on Ben more often than not.

Ben looked like he was about to say something, but his mouth stopped as his eyes landed on Callum. Jay followed his line of sight and now both of them were looking at him. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. His face probably showed that, too.

“Ben, you’re… awake.” Callum managed to let out.

“Alive and in the flesh,” Ben joked, a grin tugging at the edges of his lips. 

The pair of them stared into each others, Callum simply basking in the relief and joy he felt at finally seeing for himself that Ben was okay. He was going to be just fine.

Jay abruptly cleared his throat as he sat up from where he was sitting on the bed. “Right, well, I’ll leave you boys to it. Just try not to make a mess of those sheets, yeah?”

“Oi! There ain’t enough privacy here with all these people checking up on me every two seconds. Besides, I ain’t even a fan of hospital sex.”

Jay scrunched his face in disgust. Callum just laughed. A real, genuine laugh. He was almost out the door when he turned around and pointed a finger at his brother. “Hey, remember what we talked about, bruv!”

Ben waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, I got it! My memory ain’t that bad!”

Jay smirked, but as he shifted his eyes to Callum, he could see his features soften into a knowing look. Callum waved a hand to say goodbye, and as the door clicked back in place, the room was suddenly suffocatingly quiet.

Guess it’s time to make due on that promise.

Callum shifted his weight from one foot to another, not knowing where to start. “You, uh, you doin’ alright?”

“Perfect,” Ben sighed. “That is if you consider bein’ stuck in hospital when you’re perfectly capable of walking perfect.”

Callum cautiously made his way closer to the bed, slowly but surely closing the distance between them. “I’m sure the doctors are just makin’ sure you’re okay.”

Ben scoffed and turned his head to look away at the windows. The blinds were still shut. “Yeah, yeah, I know, but it don’t make the waiting any easier.”

Silence befell them once more, and Callum wasn’t really sure where to start. He supposes their conversation before Ben had… fallen would be a good place to start.

“Listen, Ben, I know I’ve made a right mess of things…” Callum began, having to take a deep breath in preparation. “But I’m really tryin’ to make it right. Especially with you.”

Ben was silent, his eyes seeming focused on anything but Callum, despite the relative bareness of the room. His head was still turned away, but Callum didn’t back down.

“I really want to do this with ya, Ben… don’t you want this, too?”

If it were anyone else, Callum might have missed the subtle shake of Ben’s head.

Callum furrowed his brows. “Ben—”

“Save your breath, Cal.”

“No. If we’re gonna make this work, then we gotta talk to each other. I wasn’t real good at that before… especially when it came to you. And look where that got us.”

“Hey, I’m a big boy.” Ben raised his voice as he turned his head, finally facing Callum, but not quite meeting his eyes. “I ain’t tryna excuse you or anything, but I can take responsibility for at least some of this.”

Callum huffed. “Okay, so we’re both guilty. Now that’s out of the way, can we please just talk? I don’t want this to end before it even gets the chance to start…”

Ben’s gaze dropped downward, his face almost unreadable. Except that this was Callum, and Callum could tell when Ben was well and truly upset.

“Do you... regret it?” Ben quietly spoke, just above a whisper. 

“Do I regret what?” Callum pushed.

“Being with me?”

Callum let out a sigh. “If I’m bein’ honest… I do regret the first time around. But that’s only because we did it wrong. So incredibly wrong. Yes, it was both of our faults, but I still can’t help but put most of the blame on me.”

Callum stopped to take a breath. Ben’s gaze was somewhere on his chest, but the man was letting him speak, so he continued.

“But I’ve been given another chance to put things right between us. I may have a failed engagement, and an ex who hates me, but I still have the chance to have you. I’m lucky… not everyone deserves a second chance, least of all me, but I’m not going to run away from this anymore.”

“But…” Ben finally spoke up, and Callum let him say what was on his mind. “You’re young, fit, and you say you’ve just come out. There’s a whole world out there. Why stay with a thug like me?”

Callum shook his head immediately, and soon enough there was no more space between them as he grasped the other man’s hand firmly, but gently, in his.

“You ain’t a thug, Ben. Not everyone can see that, but I can. And I still love ya, despite all the dodgy things you’ve done, but in no way do I think of you as a thug.”

“You say you love me…” Ben was staring intently at their joined hands, his voice now a bit shaky. “But it’s only been, what, three months since ya called off your engagement? Less than that even?”

“That don’t matter anymore. I know what I want now.” Callum brought Ben’s hand up to his lips, pressing soft kisses along his knuckles. “Especially after I came so close to losing you.”

They went silent again. Callum rested their joined hands back on the bed, and Ben was still looking down at that. Callum was almost tempted to put a hand on the other man’s cheek, and tilt his face up so that their eyes had to meet. But he had to take this slow. He was walking on really thin ice, and this was too important to rush and potentially mess up.

Ben started to whisper something, and Callum strained his ears to listen, not wanting to miss a single thing he said. “You know, there was this guy I knew... We was close mates… Bit square, but he’s one of the good ones. Still try to keep in touch, too.”

Callum looked at Ben, confusion lining his features. He wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“He made the right decision to leave, though. Got the hell out before anything could happen to him. God knows bad things happen to the people who get too close to me.”

Callum immediately shook his head at that. “I’m sure there was more to it than that.”

Finally, Ben looked up and stared directly at Callum, the blue of his eyes somehow dulled, almost grey. Callum didn’t like that at all. “Maybe it’s best if we stay mates. I just don’t want anything happening to you cos of me.”

“Ben, I know I can’t promise you nothing is gonna happen to me, or you,” Callum started to lean down even closer, able to feel Ben’s shallow breaths on his lips. “But as long as we work on it together, I know we can make this last.”

Ben didn’t say anything as Callum lowered his mouth onto his, but at least he didn’t stop him from doing it, either. The kiss was chaste and over too quickly, but it wasn’t meant to lead into anything more. Callum wanted it to be a silent promise between them. That they’ll both work hard to make their relationship into something great.

“I love you, Ben. I just want you to know that.”

“I… I want to say I love you, too, Cal, but right now, I don’t think I can.” Callum’s face must’ve shown something, because Ben was quick to correct himself. “B-But, I want to! For some reason, I really, really want to. Can we… can we just take this slow? Please?”

Callum smiled the biggest smile he could. “Of course, Ben. Forget the past, alright? Let’s do this right this time, yeah?”

Ben gave a little smile of his own. “Yeah. Let’s do this right.”

-

As Callum left the room briefly to get the two of them some late night dinner, Ben sank back into his bed. He wasn’t really hungry, but Callum had insisted that they both get something to eat.

This was going to really tough. He never thought he’d get to have Callum like this again, especially after his accident at the cafe. When he felt himself losing consciousness, he had thought that he was about to die. Maybe that would have been best for everyone if he just wasn’t around anymore.

But now here he was in a hospital bed, waiting for Callum to get them some nasty cafeteria food. It was tearing him apart inside, seeing how eager and determined Callum seemed to really make it work between them this time. 

That just made lying to him all the more harder.

He knew he was only making his grave deeper, but Callum was so willing to put their past behind them. How was he supposed to tell Callum that he remembered everything?

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One Day (Calum Hood Fluff)

Summary: (Y/N) won't settle for a simple proposal, so Calum blows the bank to make sure he gets her to say yes. (Words: 2.8k)  (Part 1: Can I have this dance?, Part 2: 90 Days, Part 3: 280 Days)

"I always knew that you would look even better holding a baby." I mumble as I take in Calum singing lullabies to our daughter. "I do?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow as he rocks Stella softly. I hum approvingly, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Well, Stella is almost out, so, maybe daddy and mommy can have a little fun." He murmurs; I can hear the smirk in his voice. "Mmm, no, actually. (Y/B/F/N) and I are going for some last-minute shopping for the tour." I plant a kiss on his shoulder blade. "Uh, come on... Be a little late." He whispers as he places Stella on the crib. "Are you kidding me? I'll be back in like 3 hours." I roll my eyes at him as pulls me close by my hips. "Come on... please, just postpone it for an hour. I need you." He groans, leaning down to kiss my neck. "Mmm, interesting proposal, but I have to say no. I need this, Cal. I need to get nice clothes and maybe something extra for me and you. I need to feel confident again." I state and he sighs. "Ok, baby. We'll wait for you here, daddy and Stella will have so much fun while you are gone." He shrugs his shoulders and I smile at him. "Don't try to guilt me. I'll be back before you know it. You are capable of being alone with your own daughter, right?" I ask him and he groans. "Oh, please, don't question my ability to take care of my daughter. Stella and I will be fine. Go have fun." He whispers, pecking on my forehead. "I will. I'll bring some take-out for dinner. Any preferences?" I ask him, standing on my tiptoes to peck on his lips. He places his hand on the side of my face, holding my face in place to pepper my lips with kisses. "You..." He whispers, stroking his thumb over my cheek. "Well, that was a given... But is Korean ok with you? I am really craving some daktoritang and manduguk..." I suggest and he smirks at me. "Maybe I can text Luke to come over with Andy, and you and (Y/B/F/N) pick up the food so we can hang out while the babies have a playdate. Stella could really use some company since she doesn't have any other siblings to play with..." He says with a pout. "Cal, she is 7 months old. She doesn't need a sibling yet." "Yeah, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't start trying for one... Or maybe practice a bit..." He chuckles and tilts my head to the side to have access to my neck. He kisses my sweet spot, grazing his teeth as he moves lower. "I am not opposed to practicing... You are so good at... practicing. But I don't think we are ready for one more Hood..." I let a moan slip from my lips. "I am good at practicing, huh?" He mumbles and I nod. "Well, in that case, maybe you should call (Y/B/F/N) and raincheck the shopping spree, and stay in here with me and practice." He tries to convince me. "Nice try... I'll go do my makeup now, and maybe you should go pack our luggage since we are leaving in 3 days... And I will see you again tonight, along with our friends." I say, moving away from him as he groans.

"Ugh, Stella will look so good in this..." (Y/B/F/N) says, handing me a tiny dress with roses. I gasp as I see it, feeling the mesh skirt. "It's amazing..." I say, putting it in the basket. "I can't believe our babies are about to go on our first tour..." She sighs, bringing a smile to my face. "I can't believe we are moms... Seems like yesterday I watched you get married to Luke." I coo, shaking my head. "Since you mentioned that, when are you going to finally marry your man?" She asks, nudging me. "I don't know. Probably when he gets the proposal right and stops stuffing Stella's diapers with jewelry boxes." I reply, tilting my head to the side while looking at her smugly. "Come on, he is trying his best." She groans. "I need more than that. After everything we've been through, I deserve a great proposal." I state and she rolls her eyes. "Hey, don't roll your eyes. You are supposed to be on my side." I protest and she side-eyes me. "I am... I just know that it is hard for you not to say yes to those lame proposals." She chuckles. I hand her a t-shirt for Andy, trying to get her to shut up. "Anyway, Calum will have to rack up his brain to get me to marry him." I state, wiggling my eyebrows. "What's left of it, you mean... Because, between you and your daughter, the poor guy has lost his mind." She teases me. "We both deserve it." I stick my tongue out and she giggles. "We need to get you something nice for Paris. I am sure Cal will take you on a romantic day, on a posh restaurant with a view of the Eiffel Tower..." She nudges me again. "I don't think that Calum is that romantic." I mumble, stopping in front of some onesies. "Do I need to remind you about your first date? And how he asked you on that first date?" She asks me, cocking an eyebrow. "No, I remember exactly how it happened. I just don't think he is still romantic." I reply, shrugging as I pick up an onesie. "Need I remind you he is putting on serious effort to convince you to marry him?" She asks again, her voice becoming teasing. "Mrs. Hemmings, can you shush for a moment, please?" I ask, observing the patterns on the fabric in my hands. Or at least pretending to observe it. "Of course, Mrs. Hood. Your wish is my command." She snickers. I feel my cheeks heat up a bit, my stomach twisting in happiness as she calls me Mrs. Hood. It sounds nice, fitting; I've never thought that would sound that good.

"Cal, we are home." I shout as I unlock the door. I get nothing in response, so I place all of the bags on the island and motion (Y/B/F/N) to follow me. I guide us to the backyard, where we find both Luke and Calum along with the kids in the pool, splashing around. "Hey, guys..." I cheer, kneeling at the edge. "Mommy is back, Stella." Calum coos at the cheering baby. "Mommy." Andy shouts, reaching for (Y/B/F/N). "Hey, princess. Did you have fun with daddy?" I ask in my baby voice as I reach to pick up Stella. She babbles, giving me a gummy grin. "Of course you did... You should see what mommy got you for the trip..." I sing, pecking on her forehead. "Did mommy get anything for daddy?" Calum asks, climbing out of the pool. "Maybe..." I wink, holding Stella a little better. "But I brought food for everyone, so maybe (Y/B/F/N) should give the kids a bath and you can take a shower before we make the table." I suggest, stroking my daughter's chubby cheek. "I can make the table while Luke is showering so we can save time." Calum suggests and we all nod. "I'll also feed Stella and prep her for bed. Do you guys want to stay in here tonight, in the guest room?" I ask. "We'll see. Now, let's move and get cleaned, I am starving." Luke groans, making (Y/B/F/N) chuckle.

(Y/B/F/N) and I walk upstairs to the master bathroom to give the babies a bath. I fill the tub with warm water and throw in Stella's bath toys as (Y/B/F/N) sits our kids on the little bench to prep them. "Stella is such a calm baby. I don't think I've ever heard her cry." (Y/B/F/N) comments, turning to look at me as I test the water temperature. "I know. I am so lucky..." I state, getting up to pick my giggling baby up. "We are going to clean this stinky girl." I cheer, bouncing her around. "Wanna clean Andy first?" I ask and she nods. "Sure... Let's go, big boy." She picks up Andy and walks to the tub. I sit on the bench, setting Stella on my lap to play with her while we wait. "My baby girl... You are going to take your first trip! You are going to see so many things, so many people, it's going to be so amazing. And you are going to see daddy sing and play music and do all the things he loves. And you are going to meet daddy's fans, lots and lots of them. And you are going to see one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Mommy bought you so many cute outfits for the trip, you are going to be the most fashionable baby in the world. And you are going to see Aunt Mali." I purr, playing with her hands. She giggles at me as I make my funny faces at her. "Ok, we are set and I refilled the tub for you. Andy, what do we say to godmommy?" (Y/B/F/N) asks as she bounces Andy on her hip. "Thank you, god mama." He whispers, blowing me a kiss. "You are welcome, baby." I blow the kiss back, getting up from the bench.

After we put the kids to bed, we walk into the living room where Calum has set the table and Luke has picked the movie. "They are off." I state, sitting on the floor comfortably. Calum pours me a glass of wine as I take a look at all the food in front of me. "What did you buy today?" Luke asks, handing their glasses to Calum. "Mainly clothes for the kids, little somethings for Calum and you... A fancy dress for (Y/N) for when Cal will take her on a hot date in Paris. And some other stuff." (Y/B/F/N) jumps in before I could open my mouth. "I see... Speaking of it, when are you two getting married?" Luke asks, giving me a side look before he takes a sip from his wine. "Thank you! When are you going to marry me?" Calum asks, poking my shoulder. "And I was wondering why you haven't asked me this far today. When he gives me the proposal I deserve." I state, picking up a dumpling. "Just give him a clue... Look at the poor guy." Luke advocates and I chuckle. "Nah, he is a songwriter, he is creative... He can figure it out..." I state and stick my tongue out. "You are killing me..." Calum groans, pressing a kiss on my cheek. "At least you'll go a happy man." I reply, grabbing his chin to turn his head and kiss him on the lips.

"Why are you so hellbent on not marrying me? You were just as stubborn about not dating me and you were totally wrong about it. And for God's sake, we have a child together..." Calum exasperates, planting a kiss on my shoulder as I rub lotion on my hands. "Because, I want an extra as fuck proposal and the most extra you can come up with is stuffing ring boxes in Stella's diapers, and that sir, is not enough." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "So, if I make the proposal extra, like nothing before, you will say yes... Right?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow. "I will absolutely say yes." I reply, kissing his chin before I lay on my back. "Ok then. I bet you 100 bucks you will say yes to marry me by the time we are back from tour." He smirks, laying on his back as well. "Deal." I smile, nestling up to his chest.

"How many times have I said that I love waking up in Paris?" I ask Calum as I look outside the window, a mug of coffee in my hands. "We are here 3 days now and you've already said it like 10 times. So I really think you like waking up in Paris." He comments, walking behind me to wrap his arms around my waist. "Can we move to Paris? Like, start living here? Stella will grow up speaking French and in a city known for its cultural environment..." I state and he chuckles. "Maybe in the future... When we are old and wrinkly and Stella is married with kids, and we are grandpas. Because for now, I love my job and I know you love yours, so for now, we have to stay in Los Angeles." He murmurs, picking up my mug to sip on my coffee. "If you had said yes to moving to Paris now, I would have said yes to marrying you." I sing and he chuckles. "You are lying and you are manipulating me." He giggles. "Now you'll never know." I shrug and lean my head on his shoulder. "I can live with that." He whispers. "I really like those mornings... Stella is asleep, we have coffee, I am in your arms... I love these mornings." I state and he hums. He takes a deep breath, moving my hair to the said to kiss the base of my neck. "I love them too." He whispers and I smile as I look outside the window. "So, what's today's schedule?" I ask, reaching to take one of his hands in mine. "Hmmm, concert and then I've booked us a private tour in Louvre because Stella needs to see art early on, it's good for her brain. And then I am taking you for dinner, so dress nicely..." He replies and rubs his thumb over the back of my hand. "I always dress nicely..." I protest. "I will need you to dress even nicer..." He states and I hum. "So you will dress nicely as well?" I ask. "Of course... Shirt and blazer and all." He replies and I gasp in surprise. "Come on, don't act surprised... I dress nicely all the time." He replies, turning my head to kiss my lips. "I am just messing with you." I whisper in between kisses.

Louvre looks even more beautiful without all the people in it. When Calum said private, he meant private... "Look how beautiful it's in here. I can practically live inside a museum, for the rest of my life." I comment, looking at the sculpture of Psyche and Eros like a kid in a candy store. Stella looks just as mesmerized, even though it might be because her dad is holding her. "All this art in this room, still can't take my eyes off of you..." Calum whispers, planting a kiss to my temple. "Cheesy." I whisper under my breath but feel my smile widen and my blush creep up my cheeks. "I mean it. You are the most beautiful woman I've seen, I can't take my eyes off of you." He states, stopping us from walking.

He gestures Ashton over, who smilingly approaches us and picks up Stella. "What are you doing?" I ask Ashton who walks back where he was standing before. Calum moves in front of me, taking my hands in his, without breaking eye contact as he opens his mouth. "It took me almost 6 months to convince you to go on a single date with me, then 3 months to get you to trust me. And then it took me 2 years to screw it up, which was one of the things I will never forgive me for that, but you did... You did forgive me because you have the biggest heart in the world. God, you are stubborn sometimes, if something gets in your brain, you don't stop until you get your way. But this is something I wish our daughter gets from you. You are the kindest, smartest, most incredible person in my life, and all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you, have a dozen children and become a better person next to you because that's what I am becoming next to you. So, for the 5th or 6th time this year, (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), will you make me the happiest man and say yes to becoming my wife?" Calum kneels down in front of me, opening the ring box and presenting a new ring to me. I let out a squeal and bring my hands to muffle me. "Yes, yes... Yes." I cry out. Calum sighs relieved, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on my finger. Everyone around us cheers, clapping and hollering. "See, it wasn't that hard to come up with something..." I tear up as he gets up from one knee and pulls me in for a kiss. "Thank God you said yes, it cost me a fortune to book this..." He giggles, pecking on my lips. I giggle as well, not fully parting from his lips. "I love you..." I state, biting my lip as I rest my head on his chest. "I love you." He states as well, rubbing my lower back. "Good, cause I just agreed on marrying you." I laugh and he chuckles.

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