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“David.” Stephen sighed in annoyance; they’d been at it the last half hour.
“I just think they-” David counters without a reason to.
“David.”
“-would appreciate it more if we-”
“David!” Done with it all and his ignorance, Stephen raised his voice to capture the attention of one David Katz.
“Yeah?” He smiled as if he hadn’t just been getting on Stephen’s nerves for the last thirty minutes that could’ve been spent being more productive if they could just agree on one thing: What to get Amelia and Lola for their wedding gift.
After a whole two weeks of pining since they first met, Lola worked up the courage to rip-off the bandaid and ask Amelia out on a date. Five months later they moved in together.
And now, after two years of dating, and five months of being engaged, they’re finally getting married in three days. And Stephen and David still do not know what to get them as a wedding gift.
“How about we just get them a blender?” Stephen reasoned.
A blender is a normal wedding gift from what Stephen understands, and so he really does not understand why David wants to go all out. Usually he’s not this extravagant.
“But-”
“We are not getting them a dog, David!”
After a few seconds of contemplation and Stephen thinking he won the argument, “...If not for me, than for Sarah?” Stephen’s smirk vanished immediately.
“Don’t do this to me now, David.”
Both Stephen and David have a soft-spot for Sarah—David’s nine year-old Step-Daughter from his previous marriage, who is purely in his custory—, and because of this, both could barely say no to any of her requests or ideas. It’s a miracle she hasn’t asked for a dog herself yet. Then they’d both be doomed. Except for Sarah, she’d be elated.
“I mean, we won’t be the one’s looking after the dog.” Suggested David. He hesitated, ”At least after the wedding.”
“And how do you suggest we give them the dog? We can’t just bring it to the wedding with us.”
“We can figure it out when the time comes.” David seems to be coming moreso to his senses now, hopefully realizing that a dog as a wedding gift for someone like Amelia just might be a bad idea.
“David.”
“Yes?”
“Amelia is allergic to dogs.”
“...”
“...”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh’.”
“But what about a-” He starts yet again. Stephen sighs. He’s been doing that a lot recently.
“We are not getting them a cat, David.” And before the man in question can argue further about the pet inquisition, “Or any other living being. We are getting them a blender, a frying pan or a kettle.”
David laughs, causing Stephen to join in just in a lower key, at the absurdity of having an argument about dog’s and blenders.
“Okay, okay-” David pauses to regain his composure. “Kettle, blender or bowl it is!”
“Frying pan.” Stephen corrected.
“Frying pan.” He parroted back.
“Frying pan?”
“Look’s like we’re getting them a frying pan then.”
“Indeed.”
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“What was all that talk about frying pans and auntie Amelia yesterday?” Sarah asked.
It’s now only two days until the wedding and Stephen, David and Sarah were getting ready to leave the house and go shopping to retrieve the frying pan.
“It’s the gift we decided to get for Amelia and Lola’s wedding in a few days.”
“How many days was it again?”
“Two. The day after tomorrow’s tomorrow.”
“But I thought it was the day after tomorrow?”
“No, it is the day after tomorrow’s tomorrow. Stephen just has a bad way of counting days.” David chimed in.
“Oh, okay.” Sarah seemed content with that answer. “Can you tie my shoe laces?”
“Of course!”
“We really need to teach you how to tie your laces, Sarah.” Stephen mindlessly added while adjusting his collar in the mirror by the door. “You’re almost in the double digits.”
“She has time, Stephen. I didn’t learn until I was 13!”
“Well yes, because you had no urgent need to-” Stephen bit back.
“And neither does Sarah!”
Sarah herself, clearly fed up with her step-father and his lover’s arguing, started kicking her feet faster and more aggressively from the chair she was perched on.
“Sorry, Sarah..” Both chorused in return.
“It’s okay. I just don’t like it when you fight.”
“Neither do we.”
“We should get going before the shops close. It’s already four and we don’t want to get stuck in the end-of-work traffic.”
“Oh, yeah! Good idea.” Agreed David. “You ready to go, Sarah?”
“Yep!”
—?_?_?—
They did, indeed, end up getting stuck in the end-of-work traffic on the way back home.