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wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2008-12-15 02:16 am
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He's gone the entire morning and it's mid-afternoon when the truck backs into the driveway.
The screen door bangs open and there's a knocking on the other side of the door that sounds like he might be kicking it, he is, and a muffled, "Kate!"
Waiting outside on the porch is Bill and a pine tree that's attempting to smother him against the front door.
He's gone the entire morning and it's mid-afternoon when the truck backs into the driveway.
The screen door bangs open and there's a knocking on the other side of the door that sounds like he might be kicking it, he is, and a muffled, "Kate!"
Waiting outside on the porch is Bill and a pine tree that's attempting to smother him against the front door.
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He smiles, hoping his face isn't too red and making it a closed lip smile as in the picture his younger self grins like a fool showing off his missing front teeth.
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She pulls her best innocent face as she gives the ornament the prominent placement it deserves.
"Next time I see her, I'm asking for photo albums."
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"Oh, you better not."
Said in warning as he goes back to the box to try and stop her from finding any more examples of his childhood creations.
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She's still smiling as she turns and follows him to the box, peering over his shoulder as he tries to bury what looks like a lot of shellacked macaroni on a snowflake-shaped field of green construction paper.
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"I am not a scrooge. I'm just trying to spare you from havin' to spend hours with my mom. You get her started an' she'll go on an' on."
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She runs her fingertips through his hair at his nape and swallows a laugh.
"I like the macaroni one."
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His shoulders lift with her touch and he laughs, giving up on trying to hide the rest.
"Fine, go on an' have a look. You gotta admit though, I had a real talent with dried noodles an' cereal."
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She's smiling as much as the cut on her lip will allow as she crouches next to the box and rummages through it.
"Okay, the macaroni one is definitely going on there," she says as she picks it up, "and so is this Rudolph."
A beat.
"And this one -- but that's as much as I'll embarrass you this year."
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"You think we're 'bout ready for the star then?"
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"I think so."
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It's a simple, silver, five-pointed star with lights and shiny tinsel.
"Wanna plug that in?"
Handing the cord off to her he works on getting the star on the tree and straight.
It takes a bit of finagling but he gets the tree topper placed.
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she's eight years old again, playing tug-of-war with a silver garland with a three-year-old Marie, and they're both laughing when they fall to the carpet
'mine, Katie-Beff, mine!'
'okay, okay -- you win'
She blinks when Bill steps back, then hooks an arm around his elbow.
"Nice work."
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"Couldn't've done it without you."
He places his hand over her arm hooked with his and looks back at the glowing tree.
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"I can't believe it's almost Christmas here."
And it's still July at home.
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The shooting seems like forever ago and yesterday at the same time and it's hard to think about how long he's been out because of it.
So he doesn't.
Instead he focuses on now, smiling down at her and teasing her with a light nudge.
"Time flyin' ain't an' excuse for you not to get me a present, though."
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"You're assuming I haven't gotten it yet."
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"Have you gotten me somethin'? You hidin' it here or in Milliways?"
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She turns to step in front of him, her arm wrapping loosely around his waist.
"Is classified, sheriff."
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His hand finds the small of her back and the other settles on her hip; his eyes stay focused on hers.
"Just promise it don't involve Patriots or kitties."
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She gives one of his belt loops a teasing tug.
"Right now, you should be more worried about dinner. Leave me to my own devices, and we'll be having veggie pizza."
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The threat of veggie pizza is important, but not so much so that he can't pause before rushing to the kitchen to bend and press a light kiss to her forehead.
We're gonna be okay.
"You stick too many veggies on that pizza an' I'm gonna be back here raidin' the tree for candy canes an' old cereal."
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When she hears a relieved exclamation from the fridge while he pulls out pepperoni, Italian sausage and Canadian bacon, she can't help but laugh.
We're going to be fine.
She washes her hands and reaches for the package of pizza crusts.
"I think the tree can spare a couple of candy canes for dessert."