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Pairing: Touken
Rating: Gratuitous amounts of fluff and sap (Someone end me before the sap kills me)
Scenario: The couple’s first and last Christmas alone. Ken goes overboard with gifts and Touka has to deal with her idiotic husband. Nostalgia, Fluff, and drabble galore.
Words: 5084
Note: A gift for @harleyquilt . It’s kind of an apology gift for dealing with my cringe, bs, and horrible personality on a daily basis. You’ve been an incredible inspiration as a writer to so many of us and you really are a blessing of a friend, sweet, kind, hilarious and someone who I am grateful to have met. Wishing you an amazing holiday season with lots of love, laughs and some god damn rest you prick. Have a great time lulu, hope the grammar ain’t too shit this time.
On the morning of Christmas Touka awoke, opening her eyes lazily, for a moment her vision glazy and unable to make out the phone atop her side table. It’s ringing and buzzing the most likely reason why she had woken up. Rubbing her temples, she turns towards her husband’s side of the bed to throw her arms around him only to her shock to find his side of the bed empty.
A small pout forming on her face, she got up stretching her arms and letting out a yawn as she looks at the clock in the middle of the wall in front of her. Almost 8 she mused to herself as she picked up her phone. A bunch of messages and texts, all of which were holiday merriments and greetings from their friends and loved ones.
Her hand unconsciously began to trace circles around her swollen belly, it was almost time, she mused as she felt a light kick emerge.
“Next Christmas you’ll be here with us Mizuko,” she hummed in a low whisper.
Touka began scrolling through the texts with a smile on her face, after spending too much of her life, fighting and running normality such as this was a treat indeed. And then as if the mind had just been taken over she was struck with a sudden realization,
“The Presents!” she exclaimed as her hand reached to the bottom of the bed in search of said presents. She swatted it all over, then finally looked underneath. Nothing, there was absolutely nothing under their bed, spare a few ‘toys’.
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