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“This is the worst thing ever. Who came up with this holiday?” Becky watched as Charlotte rolled her eyes.
“Blame your weird ass boyfriend, not Christmas.”
Becky huffed and sat down on a winter themed bench at the mall. She and Charlotte had been here for two hours Christmas shopping for everyone they loved. Well, except for each other. They’d get that gift separately, especially since Charlotte was a known peeker when it came to her gifts. Becky had gotten things for her mom and her brother, knowing that she’d also have to ship them their gifts later this week so they got it in time. The one person that she hadn’t yet gotten a gift for was Dean.
The problem with Dean, if there was one, was that she never knew what to buy him for his birthday or Christmas. He never watched television or read fiction books. His life revolved around her and wrestling. She could get him some new wrestling stuff, but that felt so boring, plus Dean was great at getting gifts for her. He’d gotten her tickets to Steampunk convention, stuff that she mentioned liking months in advance that he somehow remembered and got for her, or something really thoughtful and handmade like that steampunk arm attachment that he’d made her. Boys were supposed to be the ones that sucked at this, but Becky found herself two hours into a shopping spree with Charlotte and had nothing. So this might be the only time that Dean’s thoughtfulness pissed Becky off.
“You could always give him one of those coupon books for sex.”
Becky glared at her friend. “You’re not funny.”
“Then why am I laughing?”
Becky ran a hand through her fiery hair, actually considering Charlotte’s suggestion. What? She was desperate and she’d get to enjoy the gift too. But after a second of consideration she shook her head. “No, I have to get him something. I’m Becky freaking Lynch. I don’t give up.”
She nodded, “Alright. Let’s brainstorm. What does Dean love? Aside from you in nothing but a bow.”
Becky felt herself flush, swatting her friend. “Well, he likes wrestling, obviously. Uh, thinks that bigfoot is cool, aliens and that kind of stuff.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes, “You guys are made for each other with your weird shit.”
Becky leveled a glare at her, “Like you and Sami are any better. With his grandpa hat.”
She rolled her eyes, but said nothing. “So why don’t you get Dean a book on aliens or bigfoot or something?”
“I want it to be special. Something he can look at and think is amazing, like I do with his gifts.”
Her friend pursed her lips, her eyes raking across the mall. “Wow, this is hard. Socks?”
Becky groaned and threw her head back, her eyes traveling the shops up on the top level. Dean didn’t really dig into popular culture, so she’d have to find something that reminded him of wrestling but was something she could find in a mall. Her eyes locked onto a sign and she perked up. That was just dumb enough to work. She snapped her head to Charlotte, who was looking at her strangely. “I have an idea.”
Dean gave her a weird glance as he held his wrapped cylinder gift. “Did something different this year, eh?”
“Sorta. Just open it. I’m nervous enough as is and you taking your sweet time ain’t helping.”
“Damn Irish, so hostile. I don’t usually like that out of the bedroom.”
“Dean.”
He chuckled, “I’m going. I’m going.” He began to unwrap the cylinder of Christmas wrapping to reveal the package tube that Becky had gotten for her gift so it wouldn’t be too obvious. Dean popped the top of the cylinder and gently slid her gift out, his eyes lighting up as he did.
“Whoa… this is fucking cool!” Dean cackled like a little kid and Becky grinned victoriously. He pulled out a wooden baseball bat that was wrapped in barbed wire at the top. Becky liked The Walking Dead, but Dean never watched television, even when she had it on in the background, so he had no idea that this was a replica bat of Lucille, Negan’s baseball bat, she had purchased from a comic store in the mall. But it did have a similarity to something he did know.
“You got me my own Barbie? Like Mick Foley used to have? Becky this is awesome!” He leaned over and pressed a happy kiss to her cheek before pulling back and giggling like a little schoolboy. He stood up and gave it a few test swings and Becky resigned herself to several broken objects in the house in the near future, but the smile on Dean’s face was more than enough to cover that.