will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He soon joined her in the kitchen. The crinkle of plastic bags hadn’t escaped his ears, and he was curious. “Looks like you did some shopping while you were out.” 

“Ah!” she cried, turning around quickly in an attempt to hide the evidence. Very few of her gifts were wrapped as stores only offered wrapping service for Christmas. “Y-Yeah…”

Her face was as red as the lingerie she had bought, bounding forward to gently nudge him out of the kitchen. “Not r-ready to show you…”

“Okay, okay!” He backed up as she nudged him out, but couldn’t help smiling. “I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready, all right?" 

The blue man took a seat on the couch to wait for her. Stella had been dozing in her favorite nest among the cushions (they’d tried to teach her to stay off the couch as a puppy, but quickly given up), but she woke up enough to come cuddle with him. 

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Jack had been in their bedroom, trying to get Katelynn’s present wrapped while she was out of the apartment. But now, through the open door, he could hear her coming back. Frantic, the blue man hurried to tape the last of the tissue paper in place. 

“Oh, y-you’re home!” he called, quickly shoving the wrapped package under the bed. 

“Y-Yes!” she called, trying to move past the door to hide the evidence of her shopping spree. Nothing in the bags was for her but she supposed he would be astonished by the amount. “Nothing like a g-good walk around town.”

She giggled nervously as she entered the kitchen, placing everything delicately on the counter to avoid breaking anything. Fretting about, she began unpacking it all.

He soon joined her in the kitchen. The crinkle of plastic bags hadn’t escaped his ears, and he was curious. “Looks like you did some shopping while you were out." 

will-never-be-a-swan:

How am I going to top last year? she fretted, hauling several heavy bags in her arms from various stores to their apartment. I couldn’t decide on anything. I hope he likes some of this…oh dear..

Cheeks red, she opened the door and kept her head low while hiding the bags behind her and trying to sneak by. Of course none of the plastic bags allowed that.

Jack had been in their bedroom, trying to get Katelynn’s present wrapped while she was out of the apartment. But now, through the open door, he could hear her coming back. Frantic, the blue man hurried to tape the last of the tissue paper in place. 

“Oh, y-you’re home!” he called, quickly shoving the wrapped package under the bed.