***Author's Notes: This is a fan fiction that is based on an ongoing Role Play so there is no end. To write this we get into a private chat room and just go at it, tossing things back and forth. Therefore a lot of it goes from one paragraph being what she said and thought to the other paragraph being what he said and thought. I am warning you now of this so that you don't go into it thinking that it is all from one point of view and therefore 'smoother' in the end result. Read no further if you don't like a good role play or 'he said/she said' bantering.***
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Steve yawns and walks out of the bathroom, pulling on the T-shirt he had in his hands. Since he had to cook the last few days he had made Debra cook breakfast this morning. Well, actually he had bugged her till she gave in and said she would do it. He grins to himself and walks out of their bedroom and down to the living room where the presents were. He walks over to the tree and looks at it, then starts to reach for a present, intending to shake one of his and find out what was inside.
Debra comes into the room and sees what he is up to. "Oh no you don't!" she says shaking her head, wiping her hands on a tea towel. "You can come get your breakfast, then after you are done eating, you can open one." She grins. "And if you are really nice, I might give you the big one."
He jumps and looks over at her, trying to look all innocent. "What? I wasn't going to do anything. Just wanted to see if Santa brought me that beer I wanted." He grins and walks over to her, leaning in and giving her a kiss. "Merry Christmas, Baby. What'd you get me?"
She shakes her head, returning his kiss. "Well Santa didn't bring you any beer. The beer fairy did. " She rolls her eyes at him. "I swear, I am expecting you to get a gut any day now because of your love for beer." She steps back from him. "I am not telling you what I got you." She smirks. "You have to wait till after breakfast."
"I won't GET a beer belly cause I work out all the time." He walks with her to the kitchen, whining only to annoy her. "Awe but I want my present now, Debra. Can't I have it now? Please?" He gives her his cutest look.
She groans and shakes her head. "No, you can NOT have it yet, Steve. And if you keep whining at me about it, then you won't get ANY of your presents." She motions to the table, set and laid out with food. "Eat your breakfast, then you can open them. And no scarfing it down," she says laughing.
He grins and rushes over to the table, grabbing the food and piling it onto his plate. He then starts eating. Not exactly scarfing it down, but not eating slowly either.
She groans and takes a seat. "STEVE!" She reaches over and slaps his hand. "You are going to make yourself sick." Then she shakes her head. "I swear you are nothing more then a big kid."
"What?!" He snickers and goes back to eating, doing it much slower this time, complying to her. "So what'd you get me?"
Sitting there she doesn't answer him, instead she starts to eat her breakfast. "I told your mother we would be over for Christmas Dinner. She called this morning." She wondered how well that was going to go over and watches him carefully, trying to gage his mood. "I figured that we could tell her about starting a family. She is always after you about grandkids, seeing how old you are and stuff." This last was said in a teasing manner, but with as serious a face as she could muster.
He looks at her and rolls his eyes. "Hey! You are older than me, Debra. So there." He smirks and eats some more food before nodding and drinking some of the juice in front of him* All right. I suppose dinner will be fine. But if she tries to get me to quit wrestling again I ain't gonna be happy."
She rolls her eyes. "Okay okay, if she tries, then you will bite your tongue and let her try. She is your mother, Steve and she loves you a lot. She puts up with watching her baby boy hit, beaten, bruised, and broken. You walk around with braces on your knees in order to walk. What do you expect her to do?"
He gives her an exaggerated look. "I don't have to wear them ALL the time. Just when I am wrestling or have a long ways to walk. I don't wear them around the house do I? And okay okay. I will just sit there and smile and nod if she starts getting into it. Which we both know she will. But we won't tell her about the grandkids thing till she starts in on my job. That way when we bring it up it'll give her something else to think and talk about." He finishes off the food on his plate and then grabs a little more.
She sits back in her chair and watches him. "Okay, we won't tell her about the grandkids thing untill she starts in on your wrestling. And, by the way, I am NOT older then you." She makes a face at him and sticks out her tongue.
He looks at her and grins. "You are! Go look at our birth certificates." He finishes off the food on his plate and then downs the rest of his orange juice. He wipes his mouth on his napkin, he did have SOME manners, and then looks over at her. "Now I've eaten, so where is my present?" He grins.
She points her fork at him. "It is NOT nice to remind a woman how old she is. For that I shouldn't give you your gift." She smirks and keeps eating. His gifts were all under the tree, all but the big one, but she wasn't telling him that.
He smiles innocently. "Well I'm just saying I ain't old. Now...can I have my present? I ate my breakfast like you asked. Even drank all my juice." He grins and rubs his hands together, looking much like a kid in a candy store, all excited. "Now can I have my present?"
She laughs and shakes her head. "Okay okay." She takes the last few bites and stands, wiping her mouth and setting the napkin on her plate. "You can have them." She leaves the room and heads to the living room, taking a seat on the couch.
He jumps up and runs into the living room, stopping by the tree. He looks around and then reaches down and grabs a couple presents. He carries them over to the couch and sits down beside her, holding out the one that has her name on it to her. "Here."
Shaking her head, she laughs and takes it, but doesn't unwrap it, instead she watches him.
He starts opening his present and grins at the dress shirt that he got.
She shakes her head and watches him. He was like a kid in a candy store. "Like it?"
He looks at the shirt that was in the box and grins, looking over at her. "And it's even my size!" He leans over and kisses her. "Thank you. Now open yours."
She shakes her head and starts with the first one, stopping, staring. "Steve?" Her eyes go from the single diamond drop necklace to his face. "You didn't, not really?..............."
He leans over and looks at the necklace, the one he had seen her admiring for a while now. He grins and leans back, getting up to go get more presents. "Looks like I did." Snickers and walks back over with two more presents, one for him and one for her. He sits back down beside her and holds out her present to her.
She is still looking at the necklace. "Steve....." her voice soft, "You are too....." she shakes her head, then holds it out for him to put it on her, sitting back when he is done. "Thank you. " She winks at him and starts to open another one.
He smiles and starts opening up his other present, another shirt he had wanted. He grins as he realizes the two of them really did understand each other. He gets up and gets more presents, always one for him and one for her. He finally picks up the little box and opens it, raising a brow and pulling out the keys. He looks over at Debra, holding up the keys. "Where's the rest of it?"
She had been opening her presents along with his, pulling out things like a pretty sweater, a few of the books she had been wanting to get, the last gift sitting in her lap, making her laugh. A pair of fuzzy slippers. "Got tired to me putting my cold feet on you, huh?" Her eyes slide from the slippers to the keys and a mischievous twinkle enters them, deciding to tease him a little. "Well I know how you have wanted a new truck, not like you need it, but you wanted it." She shrugs and puts on an innocent look. "I couldn't afford the truck, so I got you the part I could afford. Keys."
He rolls his eyes and looks at her. "Oh come on. Just the keys?" He hadn't seen the truck anywhere near the house. But she could have just bought it and left it on the lot until they went to pick it up. But he decides to play along with her and pouts. "I wanted the truck though!"
She shrugs and gets up, picking up her gifts and smiling at him. "I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do about it." She leans down and kisses him. "Maybe next Christmas I can get you the steering wheel."
He pouts even more and crosses his arms over his chest. "I want my truck!" Looks just like a little kid who doesn't get what he wants.
She groans and gives in. "Okay okay. Come with me." She leads him from the room and out into the garage, then out of the garage to the driveway, where she had set up a tiny little minature version of the truck she got him. She walks over to it, bends down, picks up a remote and walks back over to him, holding it out. "I understand it will climb over any kind of rock in the yard." She keeps her face straight as she offers him the remote.
He walks outside and raises a brow at the little truck in the driveway. He takes the remote from her and looks at it. "No key hole." He holds up the keys. "Where's my truck?"
She can't help it any longer, she starts to laugh. "Well you COULD try to use the key on it." She takes his hand, leading him down the driveway and around to the other side of the neighbor's house where she had parked his truck.
He sees the truck and practically jumps up and down. "You got it!" He rushes over and unlocks the driver door, climbing in and looking at all the neat feature she had installed on the truck too. Most of it was what he wanted but there were a few things that she apparently thought he would want or need. And she was right too. He starts messing with switches and stuff.
She laughs at his excitement, walking over and climbing, with difficulty, into the other side. "Steve! You would think that I just handed you a new toy." She laughs. "Okay, I did. But we have to go get ready to see your mother."
He shakes his head and grins. "Uh uh. No way. I'm taking this baby out for a spin. YOU can go see my mother." He puts the key in the ignition and starts the truck up, sighing happily.
"NO! You are going to go see your mother. If we go get ready to go, then you can drive your new toy to your mother's place," she says laughing.
He thinks about it, then grins and nods. He drives the truck over to their driveway and parks the bigger truck right beside the little miniature one. He turns his new toy off and climbs out, walking around to her side and helping her out. "Okay. But tomorrow I get to go take it off-roading right?"
She takes his hand and lets him help her out. "Okay, tomorrow you can do that. While I go shopping." She wasn't one that did those things with him, unless he really asked her and she felt like running around in jeans and getting dirty. "You know, those after Christmas sales." She laughs and heads into the house, heading to their bedroom.
He follows her into the house after locking up his truck and grabbing the little toy one off the driveway. He sets the toy truck and the keys down inside the bedroom and then walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a very passionate kiss, to thank her for his gift.
She smiles against his lips, then pulls back and looks into his eyes. "I take it you like your present?" She kisses him softly. "You are welcome." Then pulls away and turns to head to the closet to find something to wear. "Wait till you get the bill," she says teasing.