December 8th
The box dropped to the ground with a thud. Arthur flinched from his place on the ground. He straightened the tree before standing and turning.
"I hope you know some things in there are fragile." He huffed, making his way around the other assortment of boxes.
Francis nodded. "Oui, but they are heavily wrapped, there's no way one broke."
Both men crouched down on their knees on either side of the box, and Arthur cracked it open. "Okay," He sighed, "Let's get started."
"Look, look!" Francis giggled from the floor. Arthur hanged the current ornament, a small frog with a santa hat, and sat down next to him.
"What?" He snatched the item out of his hand. He saw it was the ornament he had gotten Francis for their first Christmas. It was plastic and small, not much to look at. Inside was a little picture, simple really. It was them, their last year of Junior High School. They were at the Christmas Dance, their first real date. Arthur smiled, placing it down. "Our first date."
"The first of many, oui?" Francis sighed, reminiscing. "Has it really been sixteen years?"
"Ugh," Arthur stretched, "Don't remind me how old I'm getting." To prove his point, his back cracked, causing both men to flinch.
"I'm just as old as you are, though." Arthur nodded at the remark, leaning his head on Francis' shoulder. "At least we are getting old together." Neither of them could hold back the smile.
"Sixteen going on eternity." Arthur grinned, securing his arm around his husband.
Francis snorted an adorable laugh, one that Arthur loved. "That was extremely cheesy and cliché of you, mon cher."
"Oh, piss off, fuckface."
~La Fin~
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