A/N: Even the Queen of Shopping is no match for Christmas & a rather large family.
Seasonal Fatigue
"Have we got everything?" Evie whined. Her feet were aching, and while she'd prepped herself for Christmas shopping, she hadn't prepped herself for her boyfriend's stamina…or the shopping involved for his extended family. Seven uncles was a lot, seven aunts more so and there was a multitude of offspring now.
"Not quite, we've got Harold to buy for, then we have to buy for Bash's daughters; Bertie, Betty and Bathilda." Evie winced, feeling the ache in her shoulders at the number of bags in her hands, over her shoulders, crisscrossed on her back. She was positively exhausted and could think of nothing more than a comfortable carriage home, then cocoa and dinner. Instead she was heading towards a sport shop for Cousin Harold, then an Art Supply shop for twins Bertie and Betty, and finally a shoe shop for Bathilda.
Evie sagged into the carriage chair. She never thought she would find someone who could out-shop her but Doug with his multitude of relatives had managed it. She was officially wiped out and she had muscles she never knew could actually ache the way they did now. When they finally got home, Doug's purchases took up so much room that he had to store some in a lockable classroom he had begged from FG. Evie's modest little pile looked small in comparison.
"What did you get in the end?" Doug flumped onto her bed and rifled through the presents, until Evie slapped his hand away.
"There's yours in there as well, so nose out of those bags mister."
"My bad, but really who did you buy for?" Doug adjusted his glasses, grabbed Evie's physics work (her weakest science) and began adding annotations to help her.
"You, Mal, Ben, Lonnie, Dizzy, Carlos, Jay, Dude, Jane, Godmother, Snow, and my mother." Evie listed off, mentally checking her purchases to ensure she hadn't missed anyone.
"Snow?"
"She's my step sister." Evie shrugged and Doug nodded.
"Your mother?"
"I can't just abandon her. I know Jay has no wish to send anything to his father, and Carlos is thinking to send his mother back something and obviously Mal just puts some more food in her mother's tank, but I feel sorry for mom sometimes." Evie gabbled and Doug still nodded. "She is the Evil Queen but stuck on that Isle with nothing that makes her happy, nothing at all made her a little cuckoo. I am sending her two small palettes of new make-up, a small hand mirror and a thick cloak." Evie shrugged and Doug smiled.
"Sounds like good set of gifts to send." He watched Evie relax and she nodded as well. When he opened his mouth again, she interrupted.
"We are not listing through your gifts. I can barely remember all of your cousins; Uncle Happy has one son, two daughters, Bashful has three daughters, Sneezy has four sons, you have two brothers and one sister, Doc has four daughters, three sons, Grumpy has one daughter, five sons, and Sleepy has five daughters." Evie recited.
"Nicely remembered." Doug said drily. "Want to help me wrap the presents?" He wheedled.
"Not for all the cocoa in the world." Evie said primly and Doug sighed. "I'm also never coming shopping with you again, I'm doing it online next year."