“Babe!” Clapton calls from the living room.

“Babe, come here!” He calls again when you don’t answer the first time, you being busy making cookies in the kitchen.

It’s been a year since you both started dating and you both couldn’t be happier.

He had asked you out on Christmas, standing out in the snow outside your window and yelling up at you.

“A date with you would be a good Christmas present,” he had said, very cringy but it won your heart over.

This was your first official Christmas together and oh boy was it going to be a memorable one.

You walk out of the kitchen and towards the living room, seeing Clapton standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at the mischievous smile on his face.

“Oh nothing,” he shrugs before reaching out to grab your hand and pull you over to him.

He grins and nods upwards, making you look up to see the mistletoe hanging off the top of the doorframe.