One Shots by spookydal

Christmas morning (Clyde Logan)

Summary: Clyde wants to give you a Christmas gift early. 

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Clyde took a deep breath through his nose as he turned over in bed. A wrinkle formed in between his eyebrows when he didn't feel your presence next to him. When he finally had enough energy to flutter his eyes open, that's when it was confirmed that you weren't there.

He couldn't help the sigh that left his chest as he placed his hand over your side of the bed. It was still warm, telling him that you weren't gone for long. This is when he looked over to your bedside table, catching a glimpse of the alarm clock.

It was way too early, considering the late shift he worked last night at the bar. He could easily turn back over and go back to bed, but it was Christmas... He wanted to spend as much time with you as he could.

Clyde took a deep breath before he sat at the edge of the bed, hearing a few noises coming from the kitchen. He rolled his shoulders back as he stood on his feet, walking over to the bedroom door. He was quiet as he turned the doorknob, hearing soft music filling his ears.

He tilted his head over, trying his hardest to decipher what he was listening to. He pouted his lips as he walked quietly into the kitchen. Christmas music was softly playing in the room as you came into view. Your back was to him, standing in front of the stove. Clyde couldn't help the soft smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

You were humming along to the song, swaying your hips side to side as you danced along to the beat. The music was quiet enough, making sure you didn't wake him up. He leaned against the wall, watching as you set a few pieces of bacon in a pan, hearing the sizzle as you laid them down.

Clyde couldn't help but shake his head to himself, holding back a laugh. You continued to dance as you walked over to the coffee pot, pouring a cup for yourself. You were still dancing to the music as he looked down at your body. Your choice of pajamas was his Bob Seger t-shirt, which hung loosely around your curvy body. He could see your panties peeking through the bottom still using your dorky dance moves. He bit down on his tongue, holding back his laugh as he looked down at your legs. You were wearing knee-high socks, which made it easy for you to slide back and forth between the stove and your coffee cup.

He couldn't help but think about how amazing you were. How happy you made him. After years of dating, this was going to be the first Christmas morning you were going to spend together. You usually had to go into work in the morning, showing up to the family get together later in the night, but this year was different. You managed to talk your way into getting the day off. You stressed to him that you wanted to spend the day with him. It was something you two always talked about, and this was finally the year.

This Christmas was already special to him.

The woman with the dorky dance moves was the love of his life and Clyde knew that. He knew you were the one for him, ever since he laid eyes on you.

This year had some crazy ups and downs, further proving to him that you two were perfect together. The tough year that you two experienced never put any strain on your relationship. If anything, it made it stronger. Which made Clyde's decision that much easier.

New Year's Eve was around the corner, just waiting for him to pop the big question. He had a little black box hidden away for a certain question that he's been wanting to ask you for a while.

You setting your cup down on the counter shook him from his thoughts. You were still dancing and humming along to the music when he decided to finally walk up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.