Read Photo Frame before this!
Hey guys, these are little oneshots of Eli and Clare's life, as a married couple.
This one is Christmas, and they have no kids!
Clare clapped her hands together as she put the finishing touches on her tree. She smiled when it was done. It was a fake tree, they figured they'd get more use out of it. It had red spherical glass ornaments, and silver tinsel. Traditional red stockings perched over the fireplace. Outside, snow was flying sideways and landing gently on the ground. She looked in the driveway and frowned. Eli wasn't home yet.
She went into the kitchen to make coffee, when she realized she hadn't made cookies.
"Crap." she muttered.
Now, Clare knew there was no Santa Claus, but she still loved the tradition of having cookies. And since this was her first Christmas as Mrs. Goldsworthy, she wanted to make it special.
She timidly stirred together a bowl of batter and chocolate chips. A pair of arms snaked around her waist.
"Hey, gorgeous" Eli said, kissing her neck. She pulled away and laughed. He dabbed his finger into the bowl and licked it. Clare swatted at him.
"They'll be ready in like, four minutes, so hold your horses." Eli frowned.
"I don't have horses." Clare glared at him and he smirked, leaning against the peach colored wall.
"So, what did you get me?" Eli asked. Clare just blinked.
"You'll see." she said with a wink. He raised his eyebrows.
"Well now I feel bad, I got you something little." Eli said, frowning. Clare kissed him reassuringly.
"Don't. You got me you, and that's big." he gasped.
"Ms. Edwards, are you implying that I'm fat." she laughed.
"That's Mrs. Goldsworthy to you." she corrected. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her.
"I forgot I'm not your boyfriend anymore. Now tell me, have you seen Jenna? It's my week to get the kids." he teased. She swatted at him. He gasped, in fake disbelief.
"You know, domestic violence is the first step in an unhealthy relationship!" Eli joked. Clare laughed and leaned in closer.
"Does this help?" she asked, kissing him lustfully. When he pulled back, his eyes were wide and he nodded. She plopped down on the car.
"So where is my present?" Eli asked curiously.
"In the garage." she answered. Eli nodded gently, then tried to run to the garage. Clare sat on his lap, stopping him.
"I don't think so..." she said.
"Well if you'll sit on my lap, I'll stay upstairs." he said with a wink. She smiled, then looked at the clock.
"Ooh, crap! Cookies!" Eli's ears practically rang at the word 'cookie'. He followed closely behind when she walked to the oven. As soon as the tray was on the counter, Clare noticed one was missing.
"Ow, damn." Eli said, spitting the burning cookie into a napkin. Clare laughed.
"Impatient little child, when will you learn?" Eli pulled her closer.
"When you teach me." he whispered. She blushed.
"C'mon, c'mon, I want to show you your present!" Eli's face lit, as Clare took his hand and led him downstairs. She covered his eyes.
"Can you see?" she asked. She felt him open his eyes under her arm.
"Nope." he said. After tripping down the stairs, they got to the bottom.
"Okay!" Clare said, taking her arm off of Eli's eyes. His jaw dropped.
He spotted a car. Not just any car, a black one. One where it kind of smelled like warm leather and popcorn. One that held a bunch of action movies from high school. One with a Dead Hand compact disc still in it.
Morty.
"Clare! How did you get him? I mean, it." he said.
"Him. I got him by saving him from the junkyard six years ago, when he crashed." she explained.
"Then I had Drew and Sav fix him up. He runs like new." Clare said, tossing him the keys. He opened Morty's door and started the ignition. It purred just like it did seven years back.
Eli ran out and squeezed Clare into a hug.
"Thank you so much!" he said. He captured her lips in a kiss before taking her upstairs.
"Eli, put me down!" she squealed. He just laughed.
"C'mon, we wouldn't want to hurt your pretty legs. Besides, you're way too light to not carry you." he said. She figured she'd better not argue. He placed her down on the couch and grabbed her hands.
"Clare, my present is priceless, and not in a box." she still looked very confused.
"I want to have kids." Eli said, dead serious. Clare grinned.
"Seriously?" she asked. He nodded.
"When?" she asked, still in disbelief.
"...Now's good." he said.
Both giggling madly, they ran ot the room.
I'll leave it at that. Next one is during the pregnancy.
Poor Eli better have some Advil...