Yeah, I know, I haven't updated anything for a while - what am I doing posting another story? Well, this one is centred all around Christmas so I can only really post it in December, if not you guys will have to wait another year soooooo...

Inspired by pretty much every single Christmas song Ariana Grande has ever sung, this is a Growth prequel / Signs sequel that will tie those two worlds together and cover about 10 different Christmases in Hanna and Caleb's life (semi-canon of course with 6B considered).

Updates should be pretty quick because there are a few different years to cover and not much time before 2017... Enjoy below and please review...

Santa Tell Me

Santa, tell me if you're really there

Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year

Santa, tell me if he really cares

'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year

2010

"Do you think they'll make me wear an orange jumpsuit?"

Caleb looked up from his phone to find his girlfriend pouting at him imploringly with a concerned, yet nonchalant look on her face. "I don't know," He shrugged, a sly smile gracing his face as he made his way over to her bed and slowly climbed on top, making his way towards her. "They're pretty hot though," He murmured, lying down on his side as she shuffled closer.

"No they're not," Hanna grinned, toying with his t-shirt as she propped her head in her hand.

Caleb bit his lip as his voice dropped to a hushed whisper, "But you're pretty hot."

"Am I?"

"Uh huh," He nodded, his hand dropping to her waist as his mouth ducked down to capture hers. She sighed against his mouth contently, tilting her head to the side slightly as his tongue probed the seam of her lips for access. After everything that had happened over the past week, kissing her boyfriend was the only place Hanna Marin wanted to be.

"Mhm," She moaned against his mouth, running her hands up into his hair as he started to roll her onto her back, his hands dipping underneath her top and setting her skin on fire.

"Oh my God."

They both sprang apart as the voice of Emily Fields cut through the silence. "Em," Hanna held a hand to her thumping chest as she fought to catch her breath, "What the hell?" She asked as she watched Caleb try to subtly wipe his mouth out of the corner of her eye.

"I need to get some stuff," She rolled her eyes, "All my clothes are here," She added as Hanna continued to stare at her like she was talking a foreign language, "And I don't want to be in sweats on Christmas Day."

"Finally," Hanna muttered under her breath, shooting Emily a coy smile when she whipped her head round to shoot her a look. "Are you excited for Christmas with your Mom and Dad?"

"They have to fly back to Texas on Boxing Day," She huffed, shoving clothes into her hold all.

"Hey," Caleb held his hands up, "At least you have some."

"And two more days is better than none," Hanna added, her eyebrows raised hopefully.

Emily paused and looked over at both of them, shooting Caleb a small conciliatory smile as his words sunk in, "Sorry," She muttered, "I thought you'd be in Cali by now," She commented, trying to deflect the conversation away from her.

"I wanted to be here," He said softly, glancing behind him as he felt Hanna's hand grace his lower back. "Still doesn't quite feel natural over there," He murmured, looking down at the ground.

"But he's abandoning me for New Year," Hanna pulled a face and flopped back on the bed in a humph, "The first year I have a New Years kiss and it's ripped away from me."

Caleb and Emily shared a look, both rolling their eyes at Hanna's dramatics, "Because we have invites to so many parties this year," Emily remarked sarcastically, zipping up her bag.

"Can we still get drunk?" Hanna pouted.

"We just took a plea bargain for tampering with evidence, Hanna."

"So no alcohol and no kiss – is there a worse way to start a new year?"

"In a jumpsuit?" Caleb supposed.

"Ha-ha."

"Right," Emily interrupted them, "I'm going," She stood and slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Wait," Hanna jumped up and raced over to her, "Happy Christmas Em," She said, pulling her in for a tight hug.

"Happy Christmas Han," Emily replied, "Three days til we're doing community service," She shook her head, "Can this Christmas get any worse?"

"At least we have each other," Hanna tried, letting go of her so that she could give Caleb a quick hug.

"You're right," The brunette sighed, "And that's what it's about right?"

"Exactly," She smiled, "Did you see my Mom?" She asked, following her down the stairs as Emily headed for the exit.

"Her car's not on the drive," Emily answered, pulling open the front door.

"Oh."

"She said she was running to the shop quickly," Caleb commented, folding his arms as he leant against the doorway.

"Your decorations are seriously poor," Emily walked back a few steps to take in the front of the Marin's house.

"We didn't have a lot to be cheerful for," Hanna bit her lip and looked awkwardly out of the corner of her eye.

"It's Christmas, Hanna."

"We didn't have a man to put them up?"

"I'm right here," Caleb said.

Emily laughed, "Bye guys," She called, heading towards her bike that she'd dumped at the end of the driveway. "I'll be back in two days."

"Bye!" Hanna yelled, taking a step outside to take in the front of her house. "Are they really that bad?" She asked, frowning at the fairy lights that made absolutely no impact in daylight.

Caleb followed her, pulling his hands out of his pockets to drag her back towards the doorway, "I like this one," He murmured, looking up above him at the sprig of mistletoe that was stuck to the frame.

"Me too," Hanna managed to get out before his lips were being pushed down onto hers. Maybe this Christmas wasn't so bad after all; she was here, for the first time ever, celebrating with her boyfriend who was kissing the living daylights out of her on the front porch. Even if she'd just been sentenced to a month's community service and her Dad had married her wicked stepmom and Dr. Sullivan was missing… even then she had her Mom and she had Caleb. She felt like she could get through anything if she knew he was going to be here, both now and forever. "We…" She pulled back, trying to get a sentence out before he managed to steal her mouth again.

They jumped apart again at the sound of a car turning into the driveway. "We should go inside," She laughed, burying her head against his shoulder.

"We should go help your Mom," He grinned, stepping away from her and leaving her standing there trying to hide her smile. She watched him take a brown grocery bag from her Mom before he was racing past her inside and out of the cold, with Ashley locking the car and following his path.

"I didn't need to see that," Ashley murmured as she walked past her daughter.

"We were under the mistletoe," She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I can't not kiss him."

"But you can avoid eating his face."

"Hey," Hanna shut the door behind them, "It was classy."

"I know that he's staying here sweetheart, but my mind doesn't need to run."

"Noted," She rolled her eyes, "What's for dinner?"

"It's 4pm…"

"On Christmas Eve," Hanna shot her Mom a look, "I started my Christmas diet two months ago so that I could eat as much as possible for 48 hours and not feel guilty about it."

"We can cook something," Caleb offered, having heard the tail end of their conversation. "Do you have like, a tradition or anything?"

Hanna sighed, taking a seat at the kitchen island, "When my Dad was here we used to always make lasagna," She said, "And Grandma and Uncle Patrick would beg for us to put chilies in it," She added, "But we never did."

Ashley smiled at her as she put some of the groceries away, "We haven't done that for a couple of years."

"We can make it," He said adamantly, "I swear you have a lasagna box in this cupboard," He moved across towards the one near the fridge.

"I don't know," Hanna mumbled quietly.

"I'm going to go and freshen up," Ashley smiled knowingly, "Why don't you two decide exactly what you want to cook whilst I'm gone?"

She left before either of them could answer, leaving Caleb staring at Hanna with a questioning look on his face. He knew her – she never turned down the opportunity to make food, let alone eat it. "Hey," He started, moving round to her, "What's up?"

"Nothing."

"It's Christmas, Han," He started, tilting his head at her, "You're supposed to be happy," He said, "And hungry."

"I just don't want to start anything again," She trailed off.

"Start a tradition?"

"Just… anything," She shrugged, moving towards the fridge away from him.

"Hanna," He started, taking a breath before he took a couple of steps over towards her, "I told you I'm not going anywhere," He murmured, stroking her shoulder comfortingly.

"I know."

"I mean it," He turned her around and pulled her into his arms, "You know my Mom asked me to go to California." She nodded in understanding, "But before all of this stupid stuff happened with the police and your Dad, I'd already decided this was where I wanted to be."

"What if my Mom had said no?"

"Really?" Caleb raised an eyebrow. "She loves me."

"She does," Hanna smiled, cuddling into him, "I just…"

"We can start our own tradition," He suggested as she nodded. "We'll make whatever you want," He said, "With no fighting included."

Hanna sighed and craned her neck for a gentle kiss. "Have you two decided?" Ashley asked as she reappeared.

"Mom!"

"What?" She shrugged, heading towards the kettle. "Tea?"

"We're making pizza," Hanna shook her head.

"No lasagna?" Ashley raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter and simply watching the two of them move around one another.

"No," She smiled, "It's time for something new."

Ashley pursed her lips and fought a grin, before turning to her cup of tea and focusing on the boiling water, "Pizza it is." She waited to make sure they had everything under control before she retreated to the living room, setting herself up in front of the Christmas tree and waiting for the pair of them to produce something edible for dinner. And when they placed a semi-burnt pizza in front of her and then sat down themselves with one to share, she knew inviting Caleb to stay with them for his first Christmas in Rosewood was the best decision she'd made in a long time.

Together they watched some nondescript Christmas program on the TV as the darkness settled around them outside, before Ashley glanced at the clock that was sitting on the mantelpiece above the three stockings hanging down and deciding it was time she finally excused herself. "Hanna," She started, trying to not glance at the hand that squeezed her daughter's thigh. "Help me clear this up."

"Okay," She agreed, detangling her limbs from Caleb's and grabbing the empty plates from the floor.

"Night Caleb," Ashley said, reaching for her empty mug, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," He replied, sitting up slightly as his eyes followed them as they left the room.

"Are you going to bed?" Hanna asked, dumping the plates in the sink.

"I am," She agreed, filling a glass of water, "Don't stay up too late," She said, "Or else Santa won't come."

"We won't," She reassured her, moving over to give her a hug, "Happy Christmas Mom," She whispered.

Ashley held her tight, taking in the moment before she couldn't stop the words that were about to leave her mouth, "He can stay in your room tonight."

Hanna couldn't help it as her teeth toyed with her bottom lip, "Thank you."

"Do not get on the naughty list. See you in the morning."

Hanna kept her Mom's last minute gift to herself, cuddling up to Caleb under a blanket for a couple more hours before they both made the decision it was time to go to bed. Hanna tried to stop the butterflies in her stomach from fluttering madly, but when Caleb stopped her outside her bedroom door and pushed her gently against the wall before dropping his mouth onto hers, she knew there was no point fighting them.

"I love you," He eventually pulled back and whispered. She felt the butterflies trying to escape.

"Come in," She murmured, tugging him towards her room.

"I can't," He tried, glancing down the hallway towards Ashley's room.

"You can," She reassured him, "She said we can."

"I'm sorry, your Mom said we could have sex?"

"No," She laughed and shook her head, "She said you can stay in my room."

"But no sex?" He pulled a face before shushing her as she laughed louder than intended.

"Definitely sex," She muttered, dragging him into her room and closing the door behind her, "But," She paused, stealing a kiss, "Only if…"

He kissed her again, "If what?"

She ran her hands into his hair, "If you're here next year too."

"And every year after," Caleb whispered, guiding her back towards the bed. They fell back onto her bed, lips connecting and limbs already tangling as their fingers already began to roam. "Traditions are meant to be kept," He said gently, pausing to stroke a piece of hair behind her ear.

She stared into his eyes, ignoring the reflection of the fairy lights wrapped around her headboard. She was so in love with him. Her Christmas wish was already coming true.

"Lets start a new one," She replied, before they were ridding clothes and climbing under covers, creating their very own Christmas tradition. She could tick one thing off her list.

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