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Buck laughed as Eddie turned on the mixer to start blending their frosting, powdered sugar spraying up all over the front of his black tank top. It stuck to his lips making him look like he'd taken a whole spoonful in his mouth, and of course it was all over the counter now too. The floor was practically a snow day.
"I said slow, Eddie. Slowwww."
"Yeah, well that was the slowest setting! How was I supposed to make it any slower!" Eddie laughed. "Where's your broom again? Closet by the fridge?"
Buck was too busy laughing to see Eddie going over to the closet he definitely didn't want Eddie to be opening. But by the time he realized, it was too late. Several presents, wrapped with bows and all, tumbled out from where they had been hastily thrown earlier that night. They now joined the powdered sugar on the floor as Eddie looked even more stunned.
"Buck...We said no presents. That's why we're making the cake," Eddie pouted.
Buck bashfully pushed his foot through the sugar on the ground drawing meaningless shapes.
"I know," he whispered. "I know we said no presents but it’s our first anniversary, and I saw something that was just perfect, which turned into two, which admittedly turned into six—"
"Baby, I didn't get you anything." Eddie felt a little embarrassed if he was honest. He knows Buck. He should have known his boyfriend—God he loved saying that—wouldn't be able to let the occasion pass by without presents. He felt like a complete idiot.
Buck got some of his confidence back hearing the sadness in Eddie's voice, and seeing the pink come through underneath the sugar. He sauntered over and brought his hands to cup Eddie's powdered cheeks.
"Eddie, every day you give me you. You invite me into your family, you give me something to come home to, you give me a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on. And every day you give me and Chris the absolute best version of yourself. You deserve a little something in return. So let me spoil you. Please? Thats your present to me."
As Eddie looked up at Buck, his heart swelled. It was like he was baking the cake in his belly at 450 degrees; Buck’s smile seemed to always do that to him, warm him from the inside out.
“I will be getting you something, I hope you know that,” Eddie said softly. “I wanted to and I stopped myself because someone made a rule he didn’t follow, Mr. Anniversary Checklist.”
Buck’s face flushed like Eddie, laughing as he leaned down to kiss Eddie’s cheek. He pulled back with powder white lips, licking up the sweet taste. He poked Eddie in the chest, “Look, do as I say, not as I do.”
The two of them laughed, and Buck nudged Eddie on the shoulder.
“You go clean up, and I’ll finish the frosting, baby. Then we can do presents!”
And the only reason Eddie listened was that he needed to furiously buy the 8 things in his shopping cart with next day shipping.