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It was hard to buy for a guy who had everything.
You would've thought that after being married for all these years, Allie'd know what to buy her husband for their anniversary but noooooo. He always insisted that "The only gift I'll ever need is you, sugarcube,".
She wanted to kill him every time he said that.
He already had her, so that statement was bogus. The one day that he could wish for anything he wanted, and he insists on being stupidly humble. It made her feel bad. He always got her the loveliest of gifts. Each year seemed to outshine the last.
All she had done was bake him a triple-death-by-chocolate cake, and he seemed to enjoy it every time, but she figured he couldn't possibly want another cake that could stop his heart. Of course, she gave him gifts in...other ways too, but none of those things were materialistic! He needed something that could last, something that he could enjoy for an extended period of time.
She wondered...if he ever got tired of this stagnant life. Every day it was the same. Wake up, get ready, scheme and sometimes do a gig or pull a stunt, eat, sleep, repeat. Allie loved her husband with all of her heart but sometimes she felt as if it just wasn't enough.
...so that's why she had to make this anniversary the best one yet!
Their anniversary was very important to them.
After all, it was a celebration of the best day in their lives. Allie was sure they hadn't been apart for more than three hours since. And she was fine with that. Words could not describe the love she felt for that stupid man. He brought out the best in her, and she in him. She couldn't possibly imagine her life without him in it.
Well..she could. And she did often.
But it was a dark life filled with nothing but despair and sadness.
She tried not to dwell on the thought, because at the end of the day, she woke up to, and fell asleep with the same man. And that was fine with her. But was Kazam fine with that...?
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Allie didn't even have to turn around to know that her husband was standing behind her. She felt his presence. That, and the sound of his obnoxiously fluffy bunny slippers making contact with the tiled floor of their kitchen. Two light purple arms extended out and around her torso as he pulled her away from the pancakes she was making at the stove, and up against his chest.
"Good morning to my beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent, strong, awesome, amazing, admirable, inspiring, hot-headed evil wife," he turned her in his arms and spinned her around once, to which she giggled, but tried to play it off with an eye roll as he set her down. She turned back to her pancakes to flip them, as he followed.
"Did I mention gorgeous?" He mused, hands sliding down to her waist. "Yes," she retorted, with a light chuckle. "Good morning to you as well, handsome," Kazam dramatically leaned onto the counter, placing the back of his hand onto his forehead for emphasis. "Oh, don't make me blush, darling".
Allie scoffed, and moved to the fridge to retrieve some cream.
"Make yourself useful and fetch the kettle. I boiled some water earlier, so it should be ready for a tea bag," she instructed, to which her husband playfully saluted and strided over to the pantry to select a tea bag for their morning tea.
Allie smirked as she poured cream onto the pancakes, but her smile faltered slightly when she noticed Kazam pause, his gaze hovering over the tea selection. She knew that look—he was debating whether to pick her favorite chamomile or his usual Earl Grey. Always thinking of her, even in the smallest moments. The thought twisted something in her chest.
Ultimately, he brought the prepared tea pot over to the breakfast nook and poured them a cup each- Allie smiled when she recognized the floral taste of chamomile. She looked up at her husband, who was skimming a newspaper. They didn't usually talk to each other during breakfast, not only because she wasn't a morning person and didn't feel like talking, but because simply being in each others' presence was enough.
She wasn't sure if it was the anniversary date looming or just...him in general, but suddenly, Allie realized just how much she loved him. She wanted to tell him, but she wasn't sure how to put it into words. She knew she'd probably just end up saying something dumb, like "I love you," and he'd just say "I know," and then she'd get mad that he wasn't taking her seriously. Kazam folded the newspaper and set it aside, reaching for his tea as he looked up to make eye contact with her, but she didn't meet his gaze. He blinked, confused, but then just chuckled and took a sip. "Is everything alright, sugarcube?" he asked, tilting his head. She hesitated, tapping her fork against the plate, before blurting, "If you could get, or- have anything in the world-" she pointed her fork threateningly at him. "What would it be?"
Kazam leaned back in his chair, swirling his tea with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm," he hummed, stroking his mustache. "Besides you, you mean?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. She stared down at the table for a moment, before speaking up- quieter than before. "Well what am I..to you?" He blinked, setting his cup down on it's respective saucer. He tilted his head to the side, confused. "What?" She avoided his gaze, instead staring into her own tea. "You always say me, but I don't understand what that means, Kazam."
Kazam's expression softened, and he reached across the table to take her hand. "Sugarcube," he murmured, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. "You're my everything. My partner, my best friend, my co-conspirator, my-" She pulled her hand away, shaking her head. "But I already am those things. What else do you want?" Kazam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Allie," he said gently. "I don't want anything else. I'm happy with what I have."
She clenched her fists under the table, nails biting into her palms. "You're impossible," she muttered, standing abruptly. The chair legs screeched against the floor. Kazam watched her storm out of the kitchen, his brow furrowed. When he heard the front door slam, he sighed and took another sip of tea, staring at the empty chair opposite him.
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A partner.
A companion.
Was that what she was to him? That's certainly what he was to her. But how could she possibly take that and turn it into the perfect gift?
She ducked into their car and shut the door, staring forward for a moment in thought. A partner. A companion. What did that even mean in regards to materialistic items? They were partners in many ways- business partners, magician and assistant, and..well, husband and wife. It had been them against the world for..gosh, she hardly remembered how long.
She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to push away the thought that had intruded her mind. It had always been them two. They never asked for more. Well- she never asked for more, and Kazam never needed more...to that which he expressed. But she always had a lingering feeling that something was missing. Something was missing that she hadn't yet given him.
No.
He'd never asked for children, so she never brought it up. She hated kids anyway—always sticky and loud, and frankly, she wasn't about to share him with some snot-nosed brat. But the thought slithered in anyway: What if that's what's missing? She shoved it down violently, gripping the steering wheel until she felt it'd break under the stress of her grip. She sighed, leaning back in the seat, running her hands down her face as she looked over to see his wand discarded of haphazardly in the passenger seat. She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she cautiously reached for it, but suddenly paused.
That was it.
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"You know you can't fool me," Allie giggled as she frowned as her husband led her to a special spot. She knew where they were, but he'd blindfolded her just for the fun of it. "There," she heard him say as she crossed her arms with an affectionate smirk. She felt his presence sneak around to untie her blindfold and reveal their favorite spot. It was a little section of their local park- away from the main part of it, that overlooked the lake and the rest of the park. They loved to people-watch and gossip while just..sitting up there and enjoying each others' presence.
Kazam had set up a picnic blanket and basket, with some rose petals scattered around it for aesthetics. He smiled proudly at her, awaiting her reaction. She smiled softly, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous," she muttered, stepping closer to him as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "But you love it," he mused, pressing a kiss to her temple. "But I love it," she echoed. He led her over to the blanket and helped her sit down, snuggling up next to her, placing his head on her lap.
She played with his mustache for a while while they shared a quiet moment, before she pushed him off of her lap. "Love," He opened one eye and rolled over to sit up, staring lovingly into his wife's eyes. She smiled back, removing her hat. "Would you like to see a trick?" she asked.
"Oh, I'd love to see a trick," he mused, sitting up properly and folding his legs criss-cross. Allie smirked, taking her wand and holding it up. "You must say the magic words," she teased, poking him square on the cheek with the wand.
Kazam sighed dramatically. "Abracadabra?" Allie shook her head. "Hocus pocus?" Another shake. He narrowed his eyes, then grinned. "Oh—oh! You fiend." He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Now that was magic," he murmured, pulling back just as she swatted at him. She tapped her wand against the hat, before discarding it with a flick of her wrist.
"Well would you look at that?" she mused, reaching into the hat with both hands as she gently pulled out a squirming ball of white and black fur.
Kazam blinked, then blinked again, as she deposited the creature into his lap—a tiny Dutch rabbit with ears that twitched nervously at the sudden movement. "Allie..." he started, pausing to collect himself as he pressed a sleeve to his mouth, which was quivering. She watched, a light smile on her face as his fingers twitched around the bunny in his lap, hesitating before they curled around the rabbit's soft body. The rabbit sniffed at his fingers, then immediately snugged closer, making him jerk back initially, then curl into the animal. He brought it up to snuggle his mustache into it's fur, before setting it on the blanket next to them as he reached out towards his wife.
Allie yelped as he hauled her onto his lap, burying his face into her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her waist, knocking them both back into the blanket in the process. "You absolute terror," he muttered into her dress, voice thick. She giggled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
The rabbit hopped onto Kazam's back, sniffing curiously at his hat before flopping down between his shoulder blades. "Oh look," Allie murmured, nudging him. "He likes you already." "Oh, my curse to bear," Kazam sighed lovingly as he rolled from off top of his wife and settled next to her, placing the rabbit on top of his chest. Allie reached out to caress the top of the bunny's head. "Well, I suppose a naming session is in order, hm?" but he shook his head. "Presto," he declared, lifting the creature in the air as it wiggled in his hands. Allie snorted, watching the rabbit kick its hind legs indignantly. "This is simply the best gift i've received-- second to you, of course, my darling," he smiled. "It's perfect," Allie hummed in response, snuggling closer to her husband.
Presto's feeble efforts finally succeeded as he escaped from Kazam's grasp, landing in between the two with a flop, causing the couple to share a laugh. Presto wiggled in between the two of them, settling in on himself and closing his eyes to rest. The anthropomorphic rubix-couple stared up at the clouds, enjoying their time as a now family of three.
Finally. She'd done it. She'd found the perfect gift for her husband. It was hard to buy for a guy who had everything, but the best way was to buy was to buy a path into his heart.
Allie tried snuggling closer to her husband, but was halted by the furry barrier in between them. She frowned, but couldn't bring herself to be too mad. So instead, she playfully asked:"Is this going to become a problem?"