day one: all i want for christmas is you
day two: it's beginning to look a lot like christmas
day three: deck the halls
day four: wonderful christmastime
day five: here comes santa claus
day six: dreaming of a white christmas
day seven: santa claus is coming to town
day eight: santa looked a lot like daddy
day nine: merry christmas, baby
day ten: step into christmas
day eleven: christmas (baby please come home)
day twelve: happy xmas (war is over)
notes: oh my god, it's day 12! the final day of the 12 days of mechamas, and i can't thank you enough for reading, reblogging, and enjoying along the way. it means the world to me after having been away for so long. and even though this series is over, you can absolutely request things from me in my inbox! i hope you have a merry christmas if you celebrate, and thank you all again! <3
For Robert, life used to be nothing but monotonous. It was wake up, maybe eat something, suit up, get punched, go home, feed Beef, go to bed. Time became a concept, days blended into one another, and it was hard to tell everything apart. Even after the coma, time seemed to mean nothing despite the fact that he knew he should have been grateful. It was like being given a second chance, a second life, yet the routine just shifted slightly to the left. It became wake up, maybe eat something, shower, get dressed, gather up Beef, go to work, make it through the shift, go home, go to bed.Â
The days began to get a bit more distinguishable from one another once he met you. It was like his world burst into color the moment you stepped into it, and there was a break in the monotony. Suddenly, there were dinner dates and walks along the pier. There were movies to watch and museums to wander around on the off days. He had your hand to hold, your body to hug, your forehead to kiss. Even Beef had someone new to beg for food from. He didnât think it could be any better than that. But that was before the holidays came knocking.
When December rolled around, Robert didnât feel the change in the atmosphere around the office until you started talking about hosting everyone at your apartment for the holidays. The thought had never occurred to him that you might want to have a get together this time of year. Heâd never had friends over before, aside from the times Royd came to gather the pieces of the Mecha Man suit, or when the Z-Team stopped by for his âhousewarmingâ party the night they found the Astral Pulseâs location. But now, with you having moved in and helping to make it feel more like a home than ever before, he couldnât even think about having a party. But you seemed so excited about it, about all of the decorating and baking and celebrating, so he figured heâd give it a go to see you smile.
To see you in full holiday preparation mode was a bit of a treat. You got so into decorating, and you made the apartment feel so warm and cozy. You found a nice sized fake tree to set up in the corner, you had garland and Santas and snowmen all over the place, and for the first time, he found himself enjoying how it looked. His apartment had never been so lively, and he couldnât believe the transformation. The tree glimmered with soft white lights, and while there were no ornaments yet, he didnât mind it. If anything, he preferred it that way, how it looked less cluttered in the space. Then came your baking.
Each weekend before Christmas, you were busy as a bee in the kitchen. You couldnât decide on which kinds of cookies to make, so you just made whatever popped into your mind. You made sugar cookie cutouts, gingerbread men, almond crescents, peppermint candy cane cookies, and more. They were set into different tins, organized by type, and ready for you to share, and some for the party. Then you made peppermint bark and caramels covered in chocolate. The place always smelled like heaven, and he swore he could sit and watch you at work all day. Even when he offered to help, you said you had it handled, and he could just sit and talk after working all day.Â
When Christmas Day finally rolled around, Robert was woken by the smell of fresh coffee, and he was greeted by you, standing in the doorway with two mugs. He couldnât help but smile when he noticed that mugs were holiday themed. He got out of bed to take one from you and plant a kiss to your cheek, then you made him follow you to the living room. There were presents neatly wrapped under the tree, and stockings were hung on door handles nearby. The two of you sat on the couch, and as you exchanged gifts, he leaned back to watch you open yours. He couldnât remember the last time he did a gift exchange, let alone had someone to even buy gifts for. To see your eyes light up at the earrings he bought for you, or the book he picked up that he remembered you mentioned weeks back. There was a sense of pride that blossomed in his chest when you gushed over the gifts, and he laughed when you pushed for him to open his own gifts. You even made sure to get some new toys for Beef, as well as some special treats that were peanut butter flavored.
But the real shellshock of the day came when everyone finally stopped by for Christmas celebrations. When everyone was back in his apartment, eating and drinking and talking, he stood in the doorway and just watched. This what was what the holidays were supposed to feel like. They were supposed to fill him with a sense of warmth, of joy, they were supposed to make him smile. For the first time in a long time, Robert was content. Watching you, his friends, everyone he cared about, be in one room and enjoying each otherâs company, he couldnât believe heâd never felt this way before.Christmases before had been so lonely, just another day. But now? God, now, he wanted this to happen every year. He wanted a Robertson Annual Christmas party, he wanted to spend every day with you, to have this feeling every day. The apartment felt like home, and he felt like a new man. He felt safe. And safety was foreign to him up until now. But after having a taste of it, of this domestic life with you, he craved more. He was determined to have more, to make more of these memories with you, with everyone, and make sure that it didnât slip through his fingers. The Christmases before his father died felt like sad blurs now, still lingering, but not as clear. Not when the future was right in front of him.
mechamas day eleven: christmas (baby please come home)
word count: 1218
notes: happy christmas eve, and happy day eleven, oh my god! i can't believe tomorrow is the last day of mechamas, and christmas day. i've had such a blast writing all of these and posting again, i hope it takes me into the new year
One of the worst parts of dating a superhero was the worrying. Worrying they would come home safely after each time they went out, worrying about your own safety, hoping that nothing targeted you. And when it came to Robert, there was always something to worry about. In his desire to do good, to do right by the people in his community, he could get a little reckless. It wasnât hard to see and understand that, when it came to his own personal safety, he didnât care as much as he did about the safety of others. It drove you crazy, seeing on the news what he got himself into these days alongside the rest of the Z-Team. Sure, he did his best to reassure you, promising he only went out in the case of a true emergency, but it didnât do much to clear the anxiety from the back of your mind.
Even before you had started dating, you had imagined the worst case scenario each time he went out. You couldnât help it, your brain was just wired to apparently be catastrophic at all times. It was exhausting, and you wanted so badly ot believe him when he promised to be home at reasonable hours if he could swing it. Being this stressed wasnât easy, but you tried, you tried your absolute hardest for him. But the worst possible thing that could have happened, did.
It was Christmas Eve, and everything seemed to be settling down for the evening. As you were doing dishes in the kitchen, cleaning up after a nice Christmas Eve dinner with Chase in attendance, Robertâs phone began to buzz like crazy. He grabbed it and answered, bringing it up to his ear while you turned off the sink. You watched his expression change, his brows furrowing, and you knew what was coming next.
âDonât tell me âŚâ you started, and he looked at you almost sheepishly.
âItâs an emergency. Big one,â he said, nearly wincing as he saw your expression while your shoulders sagged. He knew it was terrible timing, and he knew he didnât want to leave. But the others did need him, and he had an obligation to his team.
âRobert âŚâ you said, looking at him, âyou canât go out there.â
âUnfortunately, I need to. And Iâm sorry,â he said. The sincerity in his tone tugged at your heart, and you sighed quietly. He was right, and you hated that he was right, but you hated that you had to let him go even more. Without a word, you walked over and hugged him tightly, though you did tense when his arms wrapped back around you as well.
âJust promise me youâll stay safe,â you whispered.
âDonât I always?â he asked, rubbing your back.
âYou do, but it doesnât mean you always come back without a new bruise somewhere.â
You felt his chest move with a soft chuckle, though there was very little humor behind it. When you pulled back from one another, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then you separated fully so he could get suited up. You felt a weight by your foot, and you looked down to see Beef sitting against your leg, so you bent down to scoop him up into your arms.Â
âI know, buddy. I hate when he has to go out there, too,â you murmured, kissing the top of his head.
When Robert came back, he was in his new Mecha Man suit, courtesy of SDN, and he was ready to get into his mech to meet the others at the site. He walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, and then to the top of Beefâs head as well.
âIâll be back before you know it,â he said.
âGod, I hope so,â you replied, and then he was out the door, leaving you and Beef in the kitchen. You stared at the door for a minute, unable to really look away, but then Beef yipped to be put down, so you obliged and let him run free. You finished with the dishes, then went to get changed into your Christmas pajamas, just like you did every year. You wanted to be as cozy as possible on Christmas Eve night, but this oneâs plans suddenly changed out from under you. After getting changed, you made yourself a cup of hot cocoa, complete with shipped cream and marshmallows, and you went into the living room. As you settled onto the couch, you had the urge to turn on the news and keep up to date with what was going on, but you fought your brain against the idea. No, Christmas Eve was going to be the one night you took him at his word, that he would be back home soon, safe and sound. Instead, you reached over to turn on the Christmas tree, and then you grabbed the remote and turned on Home Alone to take your mind off of everything. To stop yourself from changing the channel, you hid the remote under the couch cushion, and both of your hands gripped the mug of hot cocoa you made. You watched Beef get comfortable on his dog bed, and then your eyes were on the TV, watching the movie.
The later it got the harder it was to keep your eyes open, but it was also getting harder to keep your mind from going overboard with nightmare scenarios. You knew he couldnât reach out and call you, to let you know he was on his way or taking a bit longer, so that played into the anxiety. Beef was passed out nearby, your hot cocoa mug was empty on the coffee table, and you were now curled up on the couch with your head on a throw pillow. You couldnât keep fighting the exhaustion, and the clock struck midnight as your eyes finally closed. It was Christmas Day, and there was no telling when Robert was getting home. If he was coming home.
It was the gentle shake to your shoulder that roused you from your sleep. Your eyes opened, then squinted, as pale sunlight hit your face. When your eyes finally adjusted, you were greeted by Robert, who was standing in his Mecha Man suit, but the headpiece had been discarded somewhere else in your apartment.
âRob?â you mumbled, your voice soft and a little raspy.
âHey, yeah, itâs me. Sorry I took so long to get back,â he whispered, reaching to smooth down your hair. The TV was still playing in the background, which meant the remote was still under the cushions, and the tree was still on behind you.
âItâs okay. I knew youâd be back for Christmas,â you said, a sleepy smile on your lips.
âBecause Iâve never given you a reason to doubt me, yeah?â he teased.Â
You gave his shoulder a weak, playful push, then sat up and rubbed your eyes to try and wake up a bit more. At least you didnât wake up alone that morning.
âCome on, Iâll make some breakfast, then weâll open some gifts. Iâm yours for the whole day, nothingâs taking me away,â Robert said, and you nodded. That mightâve just been the best Christmas present of them all.
notes: happy day ten! sorry this is up so late, i was wiped out yesterday and didn't write it up in advance. but now i'm on winter break, and tomorrow's and thursday's will be up at reasonable hours!
Robert had truly never been a Christmas kind of guy. Even as a kid, with his father, on top of being away so often, being a not so jolly fellow, Christmas had been a weird time of year for him. Everyone always looked so happy, buying gifts for their loved ones and listening to the cheery music, but the spirit never really found him. As he got older, it got even harder, watching kids get excited at the idea of new toys, seeing them take pictures with mall Santas, and something settled in his stomach like a rock. Christmas wasnât a holiday for him, it was just another day. Before the coma, he suited up like he did every day, he helped keep the city safe like he did every day, and then he went home to Beef like he did every day. The only major difference now was the fact that he got the day off from working at SDN, and that was hard for him to fathom.
The office started to grow brighter and more alive the closer it got to the holidays, with all sorts of decorations popping up in the halls. There were Christmas trees and menorahs, some snowflake decals clung to the windows and Robert spotted you hanging some from the ceiling with a smile on your face.
âHey!â you called, waving with one hand from your ladder.
âOh my god, please be careful,â he said, walking over after setting Beef down at his makeshift pillow bed by his desk.
âOh, calm down, Iâm fine. Itâs a sturdy ladder. What do you think of all the decorations so far?â you asked, looking down at him.
âTheyâre, uh, festive,â he said, looking around the room again.Â
âRight? Everyoneâs doing such a great job, itâll be like a Hallmark movie in no time,â you said with a chuckle, then began your climb down. Once both feet were firmly on the ground, you moved the ladder aside and looked up to admire your handiwork. You had always loved the holidays, they made the world seem nice and good, even if just for a little while. You loved the lights, the music, the fact that the month seemed to put everyone into a slightly better mood. Well, everyone accept Robert. You couldnât quite place if the month changed his mood at all, or just made him a bit grumpier than usual.
âYouâre, uh, staring at me,â he said, which cut through your thoughts quickly.
âSorry, sorry. Just trying to figure something out,â you replied, then offered him a smile before you went back to your desk. The wheels in your head were definitely turning now, and you were going to do your best to get him into the Christmas spirit.
As the days went by, you did your best to at least get him to smile a little bit. One day, you brought fresh back Christmas cookies to leave the in the breakroom, but you set aside a few on his desk. He thanked you and ate them, but that was pretty much it. Another day, you brought in some hot cocoa, but he didnât partake. He just stuck to his coffee, which you couldnât really be bummed about, but still, you wanted something to work. You wanted him enjoy this time, but then again, maybe you were pushing it a bit too hard. After all, maybe he had his reasons for not being as festive as some of your other coworkers.
The following week, you caught up with him in the breakroom while he was getting a snack from the vending machines. You thought for a moment about actually asking the question that was on your mind, but when he looked over at you, you figured it was now or never.
âHey, can I ask you something?â
âYou just did. But Iâll allow a second question,â he replied, and you couldnât help but roll your eyes. Wise ass.
âVery funny. But seriously, I was wondering, and stop me if this is too ⌠invasive, but why arenât you getting into the Christmas spirit like the rest of the office?â you asked. He was quiet for a moment as the vending machine whirred, then dropped his chips into the slot. As he reached in, you watched as he shrugged his shoulders.
âDunno. Was never really a big Christmas guy, even as a kid,â he said, but his tone left no room for further discussion, so you nodded.
âYeah, I gotcha. Well, Iâm sorry if I made you feel like I was, like, trying to push a holly jolly agenda onto you the last few days,â you said, and for the first time since the start of the month, he cracked a small smile.
âItâs fine. If I hated it, I would have asked you to stop, you know that,â he reminded you, and you offered him a sheepish smile.
âI guess youâre right. But I promise I wonât be pushy,â you said, and he set a gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly.
âThanks. But for what itâs worth, itâs nice to know that you cared enough to try.â
He left the breakroom, and you watched him go, a small smile on your lips. He had always been a nice guy, but you felt a little better now. You left shortly after, making your way back to your desk, and it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You cared enough to try.
It was the 23rd, the day before the Torrance branch sent everyone home for holiday break, and you were feeling good. You were dressed in a cute Christmas sweater, and you had put in a pair of Christmas bulb earrings that glimmered in the light. It was the one day wat work where you didnât have to wear the company outfit, and you were going to take full advantage of it. You made it into work and greeted everyone with a smile, happy to see that everyone was in good spirits. The decorations you and your colleagues worked to put up seemed even more special in the atmosphere of the office, and Blazer had set up a nice spread in the breakroom. The biggest surprise, however, came when you reached your desk and saw a somewhat messily wrapped gift and a card waiting by your keyboard. You set your bag down and reached for the card first, opening the envelope and sliding out the actual card.
âHope you like what I got you. Have a Merry Christmas. Robertâ.
You set it down and reached for the clumsily wrapped gift, and you sat down in your chair to open it. The paper was torn away to reveal a large mug with green and red stripes, and inside was almost everything you needed to make a cup of hot cocoa: a packet of powder, mini marshmallows, and a candy cane to stir it with. You held it in your hands with a soft smile, then set it on your desk next to your desktop.He cared enough to try.
notes: happy day nine! i can't believe it's almost over, but this has been so much fun! this is now the longest one shot of the 12 days of mechamas, i just love how this one turned out.
For as long as youâd known him, Robert had always come off as very nonchalant. It seemed like he let very little bother him, and when something did get under his skin, he did his best to remain rational about it. However, despite all of that, he still managed to find ways to surprise you, and sometimes, he got creative. He was clever, and there was definitely more to him that met the eye, which was something you loved about him. To everyone else, he just looked like some guy, nothing special about him. But to you, he was the most wonderful man to ever exist. During the holiday season was when he proved it to you most, and this year was no exception.
Christmas Eve rolled around faster than youâd anticipated, the whole month feeling like a blur most days. Everything seemed to blend into one big moment, and it made your head feel like it was spinning. Work felt like it was draining your very soul, every day felt longer than the last, and yet you still pushed through, determined to make it to the brief holiday break that you had most definitely earned. Your day started off pleasantly, much to your surprise. On your nightstand was a mug of coffee, along with a note that read:
âMorning, sunshine. Sorry I couldnât be there this morning, but work called me early. Hope the coffee is still warm, I tried to time it with your alarm. Donât forget to stop in the kitchen and grab a bite to eat. Love you, Robert.â
You smiled softly at the note and picked up the coffee, and it was still warm. You sipped it slowly, and it was the perfect temperature to drink without burning your tongue. You got out of bed, the mug still in hand, and made your way to the kitchen like the note reminded you. You werenât exactly the best at remembering to eat your breakfast, so you appreciated the notes he left for you from time to time. However, this time was a little different, and you spotted a plate on the kitchen table. On it was a chocolate croissant, one of your favorites, and there was a second note waiting for you. You walked over and set your mug down, then reached for your breakfast and for the note.
âHey, if youâre reading this, thatâs great! Means you remembered to get breakfast. I had these delivered this morning, so they should be fresh, just for you. Enjoy, and no need to pack a lunch today, I got it covered. With love, Robert.â
You couldnât help but laugh before biting into the croissant. It was flaky and buttery and chocolatey, and you closed your eyes in satisfaction. Your morning was already off to a wonderful start, and you hoped that the momentum kept up throughout the rest of the day.
***
When you arrived to work, you spotted another note, this time it was on your desk, and you tilted your head. You walked over, taking the note from next to your keyboard and reading it over with a warm smile.
âHey, hope you made it to work safely, and didnât pack your lunch. Check the fridge in your break room when if you get a chance, or if not, youâll see at lunch time. See you later, Robert.â
You shook your head with a smile and took a seat at your desk, booting up your laptop to get read for the day. You had no idea why Robert was so full of surprises that day, but you were definitely enjoying them. But, at the same time, you were wondering when he had the time to write these notes and drop them off, and also how he was able to get it all done. He was supposed to be at work, that was why he wasnât in bed that morning, he had left before you like almost every other morning. Yet here he was, somehow writing notes, timing the perfect cup of coffee, surprising you with your favorite breakfast, and even doing something for your lunch. The man was full of surprises, and you had no idea what to expect next.
When lunch time rolled around, you went into the break room like the last note said and went into the fridge. There was a brown paper bag with your name on it, so you grabbed it and took it out to peer inside. Your favorite takeout from the Chinese restaurant you loved to order from was waiting for you, and you couldnât help but smile. You took everything out of the bag and began to fix up a plate to reheat, humming as you did so.Â
âOh good, you found it.â
You turned to see your coworker, Matthew, coming into the break room. You chuckled softly, setting your hands on your hips as your lunch warmed in the microwave.
âCouldnât miss it. Did you see him leave it?â you asked.
âYep. Looked real proud of himself, too. And I gotta say, Iâm jealous. Smells delicious,â he said with a chuckle, grabbing his lunchbox from the fridge. You nodded in agreement, taking your food out carefully once the timer was done. You went to toss out the bag, but before you did, you noticed there was yet another note for you, only this one was covered in a tiny bit of grease. You pulled it out, then read it over with another smile.
âHope youâre enjoying your lunch, even if you had to reheat it. When youâre done for the day, I want you to meet me on Redondo Pier where you set up that picnic for our anniversary. Christmas came a little early this year. See you then, Robert.â
Your curiosity was piqued, and now you were getting closer to finding out where this spontaneity came from. It nagged at you as you ate your delicious lunch, while you got your work done, while you packed up for the day. You bade your colleagues a good night and a happy holiday, then went to your car to pack it up and drive out to meet Robert on the pier. It wasnât too long of a drive, given the time of day and what day it was, and you found a decent enough spot to park. You left your stuff in the car, then made your way out onto the pier, looking for any sign of Robert among the slight crowd of people. You finally spotted him near the end, his hands in his pockets as he looked out to the horizon, so you started to make your way over.
At the sound of footsteps, he turned around, and a soft smile graced his lips when he saw you. Immediately, he opened his arms for a hug, which you gave to him, wrapping your arms tight around his middle.
âI see you found my notes,â he teased.
âYouâre lucky, I almost threw the last one away,â you replied.
âWell, now I know for next time where not to leave it.â
You laughed, then leaned your head against his chest as you watched the sun begin to sink below the ocean, the sky now streaked with orange and red. You had always loved the view from the pier, and sound of the ocean gave you a sense of calm. Plus, with Robert there, it felt like your first date, and your anniversary, all over again.
âThis is nice,â you murmured, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
âIt is, yeah. Figured we could use a moment of peace on Christmas Eve,â he whispered, and he was right. Life had been so chaotic, and you hardly had any time to slow down. But this, this was just what you needed.
You stayed that way for a bit, until the sun finally dipped below the horizon, and the night sky filled with twinkling stars. The pier had emptied considerably, with people heading home for the holiday. You didnât want the peace to end, but when he pulled back from you a bit, you knew it was time to head home for the night. As you turned to leave, he gently grasped your wrist, making you turn back around to face him.
âWait, before we go, I have something to say,â he said softly, and you tilted your head.
âOkay ⌠is everything all right?â you asked, and he nodded.
âEverything is ⌠more than all right. These last few years have been the best of my life, and while we can joke about how that might not be saying much, I really do mean it. Iâve never met anyone quite like you before, and I donât think itâs an exaggeration to say that knowing you, loving you, has changed me for the better.â
You could feel your heart starting to race in your chest as he slowly got down onto one knee as he spoke, and your hand flew over your mouth as he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. Tears began to well in your eyes, and you tried to will them away so you didnât miss a second of this moment.
âSo, with all of that being said, because I did have a lot more but Iâve been dying to ask this all day, would you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?â He opened the box as he spoke to reveal a sparkling engagement ring, and you couldnât even open your mouth to say yes, terrified you might start bawling your eyes out. Instead, you settled for a quick nod, and he was just as quick to slide the ring onto your finger. He stood and swept you into his arms, pulling you in for a deep kiss, as if that was the only thing that sealed the deal. You hand came up to cup his face, the band of your ring cool against his cheek, and when you pulled away from one another, happy tears rolled down your cheeks.
âMerry Christmas, baby,â he murmured, his thumb brushing a single tear away.
âMerry Christmas, Robert,â you whispered back, before leaning in for another kiss. You couldnât have asked for a more wonderful day, or a more wonderful gift.
notes: happy day nine! i can't believe it's almost over, but this has been so much fun! this is now the longest one shot of the 12 days of mechamas, i just love how this one turned out.
For as long as youâd known him, Robert had always come off as very nonchalant. It seemed like he let very little bother him, and when something did get under his skin, he did his best to remain rational about it. However, despite all of that, he still managed to find ways to surprise you, and sometimes, he got creative. He was clever, and there was definitely more to him that met the eye, which was something you loved about him. To everyone else, he just looked like some guy, nothing special about him. But to you, he was the most wonderful man to ever exist. During the holiday season was when he proved it to you most, and this year was no exception.
Christmas Eve rolled around faster than youâd anticipated, the whole month feeling like a blur most days. Everything seemed to blend into one big moment, and it made your head feel like it was spinning. Work felt like it was draining your very soul, every day felt longer than the last, and yet you still pushed through, determined to make it to the brief holiday break that you had most definitely earned. Your day started off pleasantly, much to your surprise. On your nightstand was a mug of coffee, along with a note that read:
âMorning, sunshine. Sorry I couldnât be there this morning, but work called me early. Hope the coffee is still warm, I tried to time it with your alarm. Donât forget to stop in the kitchen and grab a bite to eat. Love you, Robert.â
You smiled softly at the note and picked up the coffee, and it was still warm. You sipped it slowly, and it was the perfect temperature to drink without burning your tongue. You got out of bed, the mug still in hand, and made your way to the kitchen like the note reminded you. You werenât exactly the best at remembering to eat your breakfast, so you appreciated the notes he left for you from time to time. However, this time was a little different, and you spotted a plate on the kitchen table. On it was a chocolate croissant, one of your favorites, and there was a second note waiting for you. You walked over and set your mug down, then reached for your breakfast and for the note.
âHey, if youâre reading this, thatâs great! Means you remembered to get breakfast. I had these delivered this morning, so they should be fresh, just for you. Enjoy, and no need to pack a lunch today, I got it covered. With love, Robert.â
You couldnât help but laugh before biting into the croissant. It was flaky and buttery and chocolatey, and you closed your eyes in satisfaction. Your morning was already off to a wonderful start, and you hoped that the momentum kept up throughout the rest of the day.
***
When you arrived to work, you spotted another note, this time it was on your desk, and you tilted your head. You walked over, taking the note from next to your keyboard and reading it over with a warm smile.
âHey, hope you made it to work safely, and didnât pack your lunch. Check the fridge in your break room when if you get a chance, or if not, youâll see at lunch time. See you later, Robert.â
You shook your head with a smile and took a seat at your desk, booting up your laptop to get read for the day. You had no idea why Robert was so full of surprises that day, but you were definitely enjoying them. But, at the same time, you were wondering when he had the time to write these notes and drop them off, and also how he was able to get it all done. He was supposed to be at work, that was why he wasnât in bed that morning, he had left before you like almost every other morning. Yet here he was, somehow writing notes, timing the perfect cup of coffee, surprising you with your favorite breakfast, and even doing something for your lunch. The man was full of surprises, and you had no idea what to expect next.
When lunch time rolled around, you went into the break room like the last note said and went into the fridge. There was a brown paper bag with your name on it, so you grabbed it and took it out to peer inside. Your favorite takeout from the Chinese restaurant you loved to order from was waiting for you, and you couldnât help but smile. You took everything out of the bag and began to fix up a plate to reheat, humming as you did so.Â
âOh good, you found it.â
You turned to see your coworker, Matthew, coming into the break room. You chuckled softly, setting your hands on your hips as your lunch warmed in the microwave.
âCouldnât miss it. Did you see him leave it?â you asked.
âYep. Looked real proud of himself, too. And I gotta say, Iâm jealous. Smells delicious,â he said with a chuckle, grabbing his lunchbox from the fridge. You nodded in agreement, taking your food out carefully once the timer was done. You went to toss out the bag, but before you did, you noticed there was yet another note for you, only this one was covered in a tiny bit of grease. You pulled it out, then read it over with another smile.
âHope youâre enjoying your lunch, even if you had to reheat it. When youâre done for the day, I want you to meet me on Redondo Pier where you set up that picnic for our anniversary. Christmas came a little early this year. See you then, Robert.â
Your curiosity was piqued, and now you were getting closer to finding out where this spontaneity came from. It nagged at you as you ate your delicious lunch, while you got your work done, while you packed up for the day. You bade your colleagues a good night and a happy holiday, then went to your car to pack it up and drive out to meet Robert on the pier. It wasnât too long of a drive, given the time of day and what day it was, and you found a decent enough spot to park. You left your stuff in the car, then made your way out onto the pier, looking for any sign of Robert among the slight crowd of people. You finally spotted him near the end, his hands in his pockets as he looked out to the horizon, so you started to make your way over.
At the sound of footsteps, he turned around, and a soft smile graced his lips when he saw you. Immediately, he opened his arms for a hug, which you gave to him, wrapping your arms tight around his middle.
âI see you found my notes,â he teased.
âYouâre lucky, I almost threw the last one away,â you replied.
âWell, now I know for next time where not to leave it.â
You laughed, then leaned your head against his chest as you watched the sun begin to sink below the ocean, the sky now streaked with orange and red. You had always loved the view from the pier, and sound of the ocean gave you a sense of calm. Plus, with Robert there, it felt like your first date, and your anniversary, all over again.
âThis is nice,â you murmured, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
âIt is, yeah. Figured we could use a moment of peace on Christmas Eve,â he whispered, and he was right. Life had been so chaotic, and you hardly had any time to slow down. But this, this was just what you needed.
You stayed that way for a bit, until the sun finally dipped below the horizon, and the night sky filled with twinkling stars. The pier had emptied considerably, with people heading home for the holiday. You didnât want the peace to end, but when he pulled back from you a bit, you knew it was time to head home for the night. As you turned to leave, he gently grasped your wrist, making you turn back around to face him.
âWait, before we go, I have something to say,â he said softly, and you tilted your head.
âOkay ⌠is everything all right?â you asked, and he nodded.
âEverything is ⌠more than all right. These last few years have been the best of my life, and while we can joke about how that might not be saying much, I really do mean it. Iâve never met anyone quite like you before, and I donât think itâs an exaggeration to say that knowing you, loving you, has changed me for the better.â
You could feel your heart starting to race in your chest as he slowly got down onto one knee as he spoke, and your hand flew over your mouth as he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. Tears began to well in your eyes, and you tried to will them away so you didnât miss a second of this moment.
âSo, with all of that being said, because I did have a lot more but Iâve been dying to ask this all day, would you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?â He opened the box as he spoke to reveal a sparkling engagement ring, and you couldnât even open your mouth to say yes, terrified you might start bawling your eyes out. Instead, you settled for a quick nod, and he was just as quick to slide the ring onto your finger. He stood and swept you into his arms, pulling you in for a deep kiss, as if that was the only thing that sealed the deal. You hand came up to cup his face, the band of your ring cool against his cheek, and when you pulled away from one another, happy tears rolled down your cheeks.
âMerry Christmas, baby,â he murmured, his thumb brushing a single tear away.
âMerry Christmas, Robert,â you whispered back, before leaning in for another kiss. You couldnât have asked for a more wonderful day, or a more wonderful gift.
notes: welcome to day eight! it's the sequel to day seven, and that's a wrap on the partner pieces. but wow, can't believe there's only 4 more days to go!
The whole was silent now, which you could hardly believe. It was like something always had to be making noise at every second of the day, and even the night. But now, all was peaceful, all was calm, and there wasnât a peep coming from the room your daughters shared. You almost didnât want to bring the gifts down, you just wanted to fall into bed and sleep until the girls woke you supremely early to open their presents. But you couldnât, you had a job to do, and your husband was already a few steps ahead of you.
Up in the master bedroom, you and Robert were busy gathering up the multitude of presents from your shared closet. Luckily, your girls were nosy and had no desire to snoop, so most things could be hidden in plain sight. As carefully as you could, you carried the presents down the stairs, mindful of the one creaky step that always alerted your youngest to movements, even when you thought she was asleep. You swore she had ears like a bat, able to pick up even the softest of sounds. You were careful not to crinkle any wrapping paper or even nudge any of the ornaments on the tree as you crouched down with the many presents in your arms. Of course, not everything the two of you were carrying were strictly for the girls. You also had gifts for each other mixed in, and in the dark of the living room, you had a greater chance of keeping them hidden until morning.
Like every year, the two of you worked together to create the different piles for each child. Sage had a pile closer to the tree, and Aprilâs had always been a little closer to the entertainment center, near the stockings.
Shit, the stockings.
âRob?â you whispered, looking at the stairs, and then back at him.
âYeah?â he whispered back.
âWe forgot the stocking stuffers.â
His eyes widened, then squeezed shut as he let out a huff. There was always something, without a doubt, that one of you forgot each holiday. On Easter one year, you forgot to hide the eggs after a long day. There was a Halloween where you forgot to buy a very specific bag of candy, the only kind your youngest enjoyed, and it was almost meltdown central. You were no stranger to the occasion âwhoopsieâ, so you quickly got to your feet and made your way back up to your bedroom.
You took a moment to peer into Sage and Aprilâs room, and you smiled when you saw that both girls were still blissfully asleep. You would think it was adorable any other night of the year, but there was just something about it being Christmas Eve that made it that much more precious. Slowly, you stepped back and closed the door by again, then went upstairs to get the bag of stocking stuffers. They were in a plastic bag, so you had to be extra careful that it didnât rustle on your way back down.
You joined Robert back in the living room, and it was with great care than you took the little gifts out of the bag and began to divide them up. Each girl got the same amount of sweets, a mix of peppermint bark squares, chocolates with the crispy candies inside, a plastic candy cane full of M&Ms, and a classic chocolate orange. They each got a special ornament, one you spent time trying to pick out based on their yearly interests. Sage had gotten a K-Pop Demon Hunters ornaments, and Aprilâs was a painterâs canvas, as she had been enthusiastic about joining her class art club and was loving every second of it. Then, each girl got a lip balm, a squeezy stress toy, and a new stuffed animal that they could take everywhere with them. Once everything set up the way it always was, you leaned back and admired the hard work you both put into making everything look as perfect as you could.
âNot too shabby this year,â he said, and you nodded in agreement. You both got to your feet, and as you went to shut off the lights on the Christmas tree, the clock struck 12. It was officially Christmas Day, and you had a feeling it was going to be one for the books. Before you could turn to head up to your bedroom, you felt Robert take your hand and turn you back to face him. His arms then looped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and you brought your hands up to rest on his chest.
âMerry Christmas, babe,â he murmured.
âMerry Christmas, Rob,â you replied, her voice soft as he leaned down to meet you in a soft kiss. You returned it with as much gentleness as you could muster, and maybe it was the fact that it was Christmas, or the fact that everything felt like it had fallen perfectly into place, but it was the sweetest kiss youâd ever shared.
At the top of the stairs, April was up and out of bed, trying to peer down the stairs to see if Santa had come by the house yet. And to her young eyes, the silhouettes on the wall looked ⌠like a large man, with a beard, and someone else ⌠Her little eyes widened, and she hurried back to her shared bedroom, where Sage was sitting up in bed, waiting for the report.
âWhat did you see?â she asked, her voice hushed just in case either parent had decided to make their way back up the stairs.
âI think ⌠I think I saw Santa. But I think I saw him kissing Mama!â she whispered, her voice a little panicked. âOr maybe it was Daddy. But if it was Daddy, he looked a lot like Santa.â
Sage giggled softly, her older sisterâs antics very amusing to her.Â
âThatâs silly, April. Daddy isnât Santa. He doesnât have the beard or the belly for it.â
April considered this, then shrugged her shoulders.
âI know what I saw. Just because you donât believe me âŚâ
Both girls fell silent as footsteps made their way back up, and they quickly laid back down against the pillows, closing their eyes to mimic sleep. Though, April was a bit more determined to prove herself correct ⌠after presents, of course.
notes: happy day seven! today and tomorrow's are partner pieces, kind of like days three and four. and an added bonus? these have some good old girl dad!robert!
In the Robertson household, the night of Christmas Eve was always a chaotic one. You hosted your friends that night, then the family on Christmas day, and you tried to put together as big of a spread as you could to accommodate the man people who would be coming and going from your home. And on top of that, there were some very energetic children running around. You and Robert had two little girls, ages seven and four, and it was like they never stopped going. You swore up and down that you were raising little Energizer bunnies, and while you wouldnât trade it for anything, there were plenty of nights where you wished for some peace and quiet.
Christmas Eve was one of those nights.
Once all of your guests had gone home, and your house was a mess of wrapping paper and new toys from the members of the Z-Team, you knew it wasnât long before the usual bedtime battle began. You and Robert were handling dishes while some Christmas music played, and you could hear the girls racing around and laughing in the living room.
âIâm starting to worry that our gifts are going to pale in comparison to what they got today,â Robert said, chuckling a bit. You snorted, taking a wet dish from him to dry before placing it on the stack of plates to be put back into the cupboard.
âWeâll be fine. No one knows those two better than us. But also, Iâm going to kill Flambae for the elf karaoke machine. He knew what he was doing.â
Robert nodded in agreement, turning off the sink and drying his hands off on a nearby dish towel. He helped you put the plates back in their respective spots, and as you finished up, the unmistakable sound of small footsteps came hurrying towards you both.
âDaddy! Daddy!â your youngest, Sage, called as she barreled towards her father. With a grin, he scooped her up as soon as she was close enough, and he held her close to his chest.
âWhat is it, honey?â he asked, planting a kiss to her temple.
âItâs almost time to put cookies and milk out for Santa!â she exclaimed.
âAnd leave carrots out for the reindeer,â your eldest, April, added as she joined the family in the kitchen.
âYouâre right. And we canât forget those reindeer this year,â you said, smoothing down Aprilâs hair. She nodded, like this was serious business, and she went to get the special plates you used on Christmas Eve. Meanwhile, Robert helped Sage get a glass from the cupboard so you could pour some milk into it, and you went to the fridge get the gallon. The cookies were sitting in a tray on the country, and both girls grabbed a few each to put onto the plate. You poured the milk, and as you did so, Sage was set down to get some carrot sticks from the fridge. Once everything was situated on the table, the girls looked pleased with themselves, and like there were no better helpers than them.
âAll right, good job. Now, think there are some little girls who need to get to bed so Santa makes it here in time,â Robert said, and the girls both groaned.
âDo we have to?â April asked, pouting up at the both of you.
âOf course you do. This is, like, the one night a year where going to be at a reasonable time should get any argument from you two,â you said, chuckling softly.Â
âThatâs right. Come on, time to brush teeth and get under the covers.â
Again, your girls groaned, but they obeyed and went upstairs to their bathroom. You heard the sink turn on, and you let out a little sigh.
âDo you think theyâll be too excited to get to sleep? Should we let them run around a bit longer?â you asked in a hushed tone, glancing towards the stairs.
âAbsolutely not. They wonât learn if we let them run wild. Come on, it wonât be that bad. If we work together, weâll get them down faster than last year.â
With that bit of encouragement, you two went upstairs together as the girls were settling into their beds. They still shared a room in your little townhouse, but neither of them seemed to mind it all that much. They were still at the age of being best friends, and you meant every word when you said they needed to keep their sides of the room clean to make sure it didnât bother the other.Â
âAll right, whoâs ready for a bedtime story?â he asked, and both girls, after being tucked in nice and snug, perked up.
âMe! Me!â they called in unison, and you chuckled softly.
âYou heard âem, hon. Time for the Christmas Eve classic,â you said, and he smiled.
âWay ahead of you.â
He left the room, and came back a few moments later with a special book. It was a pop-up copy of The Night Before Christmas, and both girls look as giddy as could be. He got comfortable on the rocking chair between their beds, and in the most soothing voice he could muster, he began to read the story to them. You were sitting on the edge of Sageâs bed, listening just as intently as the girls were, but you could see their eyelids starting to droop. Whatever his plan was, it was working like a charm, and you couldnât help but smile.
â... but I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, âHappy Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!â.â
The spine of the book cracked softly as he closed it up, and you looked between your daughters. Both of them were dozing off, unable to really fight the coziness of their beds combined with their fatherâs story time voice. With a warm smile, you kissed both of their foreheads, whispering a âgoodnightâ to them, and Robert did the same. You turned out the overhead light, and the only thing left was the rainbow nightlight that was plugged in on Aprilâs side of the room. Quietly, you and Robert tip-toed out of their bedroom, and you pulled the door by so no outside light could get into their room.
âYouâre amazing,â you whispered, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.
âI try. Now, we need to get a move on. Weâve got gifts to set up,â he whispered back.
You nodded, and as quietly as you could, you went to the master bedroom, preparing to set up a Christmas neither of them would ever forget.
notes: it's day 6! we're now officially halfway through the 12 days of mechamas, which is hard to believe. but hey, christmas is right around the corner!
Moving to the west coast had itâs perks, definitely. The weather was a bit nicer, the people were friendly, and going to sit by the beach every so often wasnât that much of a hassle anymore. But the one thing you did miss, however, was the snow. You could look back fondly on the snow days of your childhood: playing outside, sledding, building snowforts and having snowball fights. Then there was the hot cocoa and hot bowls of soup or stew that came after, and if you were lucky, there was some popcorn and a movie to be watched while wrapped up in a nice, cozy blanket.Â
You even just missed the look of snow, the way it made you feel, the way that it seemed to quiet the world around you. There was no quiet quite like a snowfall quiet, where the whole world seemed to stop, just for a moment, as the snowflakes drifted down to the ground. You missed the way the houses in your childhood neighborhood looked as the snow covered them before Christmas. Everything looked like it belonged inside of a snow globe, and the way the lights twinkled and made everything seem that much more festive ⌠there was no better feeling than that. You used to take walks a few nights before Christmas to see everything lit up in the snow, but now, living in California, you didnât have that anymore.
It was honestly a bummer, you had to admit. And it wasnât lost on Robert that every December heâs known you, you were a little down. He figured it was homesickness, and he wasnât exactly wrong. And yet, he still wasnât sure how to help make it better. That was until one day, when he saw you sitting by the window with a mug of tea in your hands, listening to some classic Christmas songs that he knew you loved. He watched as you gazed out of the window, your fingers tracing the rim of the mug absentmindedly. You were looking at the gray, cloudy sky, and you seemed to be lost in thought, but for the first time, it felt like he could read your mind.
Snow. You were missing snow.
And he knew just the guy to ask about it.
***
âRoyd! Hey, Royd!â
Robert jogged down the hall at the Torrance SDN branch, trying to catch up to his friend. He nearly collided with his arm with Royd stopped dead in the hall to face him, but he came to a stop just in time.
âWhoa, hey, whereâs the fire?â Royd asked, chuckling a bit as he reached a hand out to steady Robert.
âSorry, sorry, I just ⌠I need a favor, Royd. Or at least, I need to know if something is possible. With the suit.â
At the mention of the Mecha Man suit, Royd perked up, and Robert could see that gleam in his eyes. And when that man got that look in his eye, there was no stopping him.
âGo on, lay it on me.â
***
With the plan set in motion, Royd was busy at work, using his lunch breaks to work on the suit. And as Christmas drew closer and closer, things were beginning to look up. You were still feeling a little down, but you noticed that something about Robert was a little different. He seemed a bit more upbeat, and there were far more smiles from him recently.
âYouâre awfully chipper lately,â you said on the morning of Christmas Eve after he handed you a cup of coffee. It wasnât often he was up and moving so early on a weekend, and you almost didnât want to ask about it, but there you were.
âI am? Huh, guess things are just going well at work,â he replied, placing a kiss to your forehead.
âOh? Thatâs good. I hope it stays that way,â you said, a small smile on your lips.Â
God, that smile. Robert wished he could keep it on your face 24/7, and he hoped that, if everything worked out the way he hoped it would, youâd be smiling for days to come, well into the new year. This was the most thought heâd put into a project like this ever, and if it didnât work, there was no telling what he would do.
That night, once he knew you were sound asleep, he kiss the top of your head and slipped from your bed, making sure to tuck the covers around you and Beef so you hopefully wouldnât wake and notice his absence. He got dressed in the dark, managing not to fumble around in the dark, and he was out of the door in no time at all. He was meeting Royd about halfway from your shared apartment and SDN, and in the dead of night, the handoff would be no issue, or so he hoped. The last thing they needed was to start some kind of brawl in the early hours of Christmas morning.
When he arrived at the rendezvous point, Royd was already there, motioning for Robert to follow him. They walked a little farther, and waiting in the wings was the Mecha Man suit, looking just as they had left it.
âRan the tests this afternoon. should be workinâ just fine,â Royd reassured him, clapping one massive hand on his back.
âThanks, Royd. I owe you for this,â he replied, looking up at his friend.
âNah, this was nothinâ. You know Iâm down to work on the suit any time.â
âWell, you are my go-to guy. Iâll let you know how it goes. Have a Merry Christmas, Royd.â
âYou, too, Robert. All three of you.â
After a brief hug, they parted ways, and Robert climbed into the suit. It came to life with just a push of a button, and the plan was set into motion. All that was left was the execution, and the look on your face would be all worth it âŚ
When the morning finally came, you woke with a yawn, still laying on your side. Beef was curled up at the foot of the bed, and when your hand moved and found no warm body beside you, your eyes opened just a little bit wider. To your surprise, you were alone in your bed, and you blinked a few times to make sure you werenât still dreaming.
âRobert?â you called, your voice soft and still raspy with sleep. âRob, you there?â
When you got no reply, you pushed yourself into an upright position, and you stretched your arms over your head. With another look around, you got up, and the air was suddenly freezing around you.
âChrist,â you murmured, grabbing your robe and putting on your slippers. You glanced to the window, and for some reason, everything looked ⌠brighter, like the sun was bouncing off of something that hadnât been there before. Puzzled, you walked to the window and opened the curtains, and when you looked outside, you gasped.
The world outside your apartment building was suddenly covered with snow. Snow. Your jaw dropped, and you heard the door to your apartment creak open. As quickly as you could move without tripping in your slippers, you hurried out into the hall, spotting Robert with a sheepish grin on his face.
âHey, have you seen outside? What the hell, right?â he asked, and you couldnât help the laugh that left your lips. You rushed over and threw your arms around his neck in a hug, and you felt his arms wrap tight around you.
âHow the fuck did you do this?â you whispered, and he chuckled softly.
âRoyd. That fuckinâ genius was able to build and install a new mechanism in the suit that could chill the water vapor in the air and convert air moisture into snow. Pretty cool, right?â he asked, resting his cheek against your head.
âOh my god, this is so ⌠Why?â you asked, pulling back just enough to look up at him.Â
âBecause I know how much youâve been missing snow this time of year. And luckily, I have good friends in high places,â he replied, smoothing down your hair with one hand. âMerry Christmas, babe.â
âOh, Merry Christmas, Robert,â you said, looking from him to the window, at the winter wonderland just outside your home.
Only Robert Robertson the Third would be crazy enough to do something like this just for you. And you loved him for it.
notes: welcome to day five of the 12 days of mechamas! can't believe we're almost halfway done already, it's wild. i really can't thank everyone enough for all the love for this series <3
Christmas shopping was something that never really came easy. It got very overwhelming very fast, trying to make sure you found the best possible gifts for everyone on your list. You had always been a very conscientious gift giver, making sure not one of your gifts was something generic, something that looked like it could go to just about anyone. Everything you gifted had some kind of personal touch, something that said âIâm thinking of youâ, and you knew how much that could make someoneâs day.
You and Robert were out shopping together one afternoon, a few bags between you both. You were doing a big Christmas this year with both sides of your family, plus Robertâs mom and Chase, in attendance. The four of you had flown out a few days back, and you decided to tackle your shopping while visiting, instead of lugging everything with you. It was a good idea, since with all of the kids on your side, you had many gifts to give out. It was a daunting task, but one you were up for, whether you wanted to be or not.Â
As you entered the next store, you were greeted by one of the employees, but you were also greeted by a large Christmas tree near the entrance. Curious, you made your way over to it, with Robert not far behind. The closer you got, you realized that the decorations on the tree were like little nametags, or slips of paper. An Angel Tree. Reaching forward, you gently plucked a tag from the tree, and you read it over.
âWhatcha got there?â Robert asked, walking up alongside you.
âA name from the Angel Tree,â you replied, your eyes not leaving the tag. The one you had grabbed was from a seven year old boy, asking for Lego sets, Hot Wheels tracks with some cars, and a new jacket for the rest of the winter. All very simple asks.
âAngel Tree, huh? Havenât seen one of these in a while,â he said, reaching forward to take his own tag from a branch. His was for a four year old girl, and she was asking for Barbies, Bluey pajamas, a coloring book, and new crayons.
âWhy donât we add these guys to our list?â you asked, looking over to him as his eyes scanned his name again.
âSounds like a good idea to me. Letâs get a move on,â he said, and you both set off to grab a cart before heading further into the store. You decided to shop for your child first, and taking another look at his wishes, you figured youâd head to clothing first. A winter jacket in his size didnât seem like that hard of a task, and you were sure you could find some matching gloves and a hat to go with it. After all, when it got chilly on the East coast, you felt it.Â
âOkay, youâre a guy,â you said, holding up two different jackets for him to inspect. One was a black jacket with a neon green trim, and the other was a blue jacket with a hood attached to it.
âIâm so glad you noticed,â he said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
âYou know what I meant, wise ass. Which do you thing my buddy would like more?â
He looked over both jackets, sucking on the inside of his cheek with a quiet hum of thought.Â
âIâd go with the black one. More stuff will go with black,â he decided, and you nodded in agreement. You set the blue jacket back on the rack, placed the black one in your cart, and you went to find a hat and some gloves to go along with your jacket of choice. With a winter ensemble complete in your cart, it was off to the toy aisle to pick out some Legos and Hot Wheels sets, as well as the toys for Robertâs name.
When you reached the toy section, it took a moment to find the Legos. Turns out, they had an entire aisle dedicated to the damn things, which meant you had even more options than you originally thought.
âChrist,â you muttered, looking at all of the different sets. There were police sets, helicopters, racecars, themed sets from different movies and shows, even sets that had in-universe lore, like the ninja ones you kept seeing.
âYou werenât kidding. Any ideas?â Robert asked, picking up a coffee shop Lego set.
âWell, I want it to be a bigger one, you know? One thatâll take him some time. It would be so lame to finish it in a day,â you mused, picking up two Lego City Police Station sets. They were partner sets, so one added on to the other, and with a shrug, you set them both into the cart.
âBig spender, I see,â he chuckled.
âChristmas only comes once a year. Why not go a little crazy? We already did for the kids we know,â you said.
âCanât argue with that. Câmon, I think I saw some Hot Wheels back in aisle 12.â
Indeed he did. Together, you picked out a decent sized track, as well as a few small packs of cars, and your name was successfully shopped for. Now, all you had to do was find the perfect gifts for the little girl who was counting on Robert for a Merry Christmas. of her own.
âSince weâre here, letâs get the toys first before we head back to grab her ⌠Bluey Pajamas,â he said, reading from her list again.
âSmart thinking,â you agreed, walking back down the length of the toy aisle. His little girl wanted Barbies, a coloring book, and some crayons, but it was the Barbie part that you were most excited for. You found the wall of dolls, and you began to inspect each box. There were more than enough to choose from, which made your life that much harder.
âDo you think she needs accessories?â he asked, holding up a doll that came with a set up. It was veterinarian Barbie, and you smiled a bit.
âCouldnât hurt, right? What do you think of this one?â you asked, holding up a Barbie that came with a kitchen set up.
âHm ⌠seems a little patriarchal, donât you think?â he teased, that smirk back on his lips. You playfully hit his shoulder which made him laugh, and you set it into the cart.
âIf Barbie can be anything, she can be a good cook,â you muttered.
âNo arguing there.â
You went to find a coloring book next, deciding on a Bluey themed one to match the pajamas she was asking for. As for crayons, you set the box with 120 colors and the built in sharpener into your cart, ensuring she had as much of the rainbow as she could imagine. Finally, you made your way to clothing, and you were able to snag the last set of Bluey pajamas in her size.
âI think thatâs everything, right?â you asked, setting your hands on your hips.
âLooks that way. Letâs get everything checked out so we can get it back to the tree.â
After separating what you pick out for your respective names, you made it to the checkout line and got everything situated. It didnât take as long as you thought, which was a relief, and you made it back to the Angel Tree with your gifts balanced carefully in the cart. With help from the attendant, you were able to get the gifts stored away, along with the correct nametags, and you couldnât keep the smile from your face. Because of you, two kids were going to have a Christmas morning full of cheer, and there was no better feeling in the world. And as you left the store, the world felt a little brighter, and Robertâs hand against yours felt just a little warmer.
notes: welcome to day four of mechamas! this one works as pretty much a sequel to day 3, so if you haven't read that one yet, go and check it out!
The apartment was nice and cozy, holiday classics played softly in the background, snacks and sweets were set out on the living room table, and you were fixing your hair in the mirror. To celebrate your new apartment, you and Robert had decided to throw a little Christmas housewarming party. He was a bit wary at first, of course. Having the Z-Team and a few others from SDN would definitely make things a little cramped, but if he could do it once at his old place, he could do it a second time in this one, with you by his side.
In your living room stood a modest artificial Christmas tree, with Beef napping on skirt around the base. You hadnât been too thrilled with the idea of a fake tree, but in the end, the idea of hauling a real tree up that many steps, vacuuming up needles every day, remembering to water it, and hauling it back down the steps after the holidays made you cave. You had decided to turn on the white lights for the party, but your tree was still missing ornaments. Oh well, that would be next yearâs quest, it wasnât that big of a deal.
As you finished getting ready, there was a knock on your door, and Robert moved from his spot on the couch to go and answer it.
First to arrive were Royd and Galen, entering the apartment with a fist bump greeting. You came out of the bedroom with a smile, hurrying over to offer a one armed hug to both men. You noticed they were each carrying something, and you tilted your head.
âHey now,â you said, hands on your hips, âyou didnât have to bring anything.â
âYou never show up to a party empty handed,â Royd said, handing over a small box to you. You took it gently, and you were surprised to find that it had some weight to it. You opened it up to see an ornament, a beautiful glass one shaped like a key. On one end was a dangling piece that read âOur First Homeâ, and you admired it with soft eyes.
âRoyd, itâs beautiful,â you said softly. âThank you so much.â
âNah, donâ mention it. Heard the tree was lookinâ a little bare,â he replied, glancing over your shoulder to the tree in question.
You and Robert shared an almost sheepish look, but smiled nonetheless. Before you could go to hang it on the tree, Galen also held out a box, which Robert took.
âIâm sensing a theme here,â he said, chuckling as he opened it up and pulled out another ornament.
âIt was too good not to pass up,â Galen said, and he was right. Galen had picked out a Godzilla ornament for your tree, one of the monster attacking a building. Your eyes lit up when you saw it, and Robert chuckled a bit.
âThis is great, Galen. Thank you,â he said, then you both stepped aside to let them further into your apartment. Before you could close the door, however, another guest arrived.Â
âMandy, hey! So glad you could make it!â you said, inviting her in and giving her a friendly hug.
âOf course! Did you really think Iâd pass on this?â Mandy asked, returning your hug with a on armed one, then smiling at you after pulling back. You noticed, in her other hand, was a box, and like Robert, you could feel a pattern starting to form.
âIs that what I think it is?â Robert asked, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
âProbably. Thank you so much, Mandy,â you said, accepting the box from her. Together, you and Robert opened it, and inside were a pair of ornaments that looked linzer tart cookies, and the holes in the centers were shaped like hearts.
âOh, these are so cute!â you exclaimed, admiring them in the box. You gave Mandy another hug, then stepped aside so she could make her way into your living room.Â
Over the hour, your other guests began to arrive, each bringing along a box with an ornament inside. Prism had gotten you a glass snowflake that, when the light hit it, refracted into rainbow light. Sonar and Malevola had brought a collection of bauble ornaments, the traditionally round ones that looked perfect on any tree. Flambaeâs ornament was of a frog on a lilypad, and despite his attitude towards it, you were still grateful for the gift. CoupĂŠâs was a raven sitting on a stack of books, clearly supposed to be a collection of Edgar Allen Poe works, and Colm gave you a stained glass holly leaf ornament, including the berries. When Visi arrived, she gifted you with a set of ornaments, and they all looked like sugar coated Swedish fish, which you found to be absolutely adorable. Phenomamanâs ornament was honestly a classic one: a pickle. As he explained it, you felt Robert nudge you when he talked about the tradition of hiding the pickle, and you fought back a laugh. Waterboyâs ornament was an adorable rain cloud and rainbow, though the box was a little damp when you took it from him. And Chase, his ornament was absolutely inspired by Beef. It was a handmade felt ornament that looked like a pretty good copy of the overweight chihuahua, and it made you laugh.
âOh my god, itâs perfect,â you said, giving him a hug in thanks.
The party was in full swing by then, with everyone enjoying the spread and just talking like old friends would. It was honestly a nice sight to see, everyone acting so normally around each other. Your apartment felt lively with your first ever Christmas party, and you couldnât help but feel proud of yourself for putting it together. Even if it was just for a single night, the Z-Team and Co. were friends, giving your home that Christmas feel.
As the night began to wind down, you were sitting on the couch, Robertâs arm around your shoulders and the music still going strong in the background. You glanced over to the collection of brand new ornaments in their boxes, and an idea popped into your head. You carefully untangled yourself from Robert, got to your feet, and walked over to the table.
âIf itâs not too much trouble,â you began, lifting one of the boxes, âIâd like for everyone to help decorate the tree. I think it would be a fun way to end tonight.â
There was a quiet murmur of agreement among your guests, and one by one, they all came and accepted the ornaments from you. Soon, your tree was adorned with all of the gifted ornaments, and it looked like a real festive tree. The white lights glimmered, and Prismâs snowflake caught some of the light, sending some rainbow lights over your wall. You admired the tree with a warm smile, your head tilting a bit.
âWait, wait, we missed one,â Robert called from your bedroom, and you turned to look at him.
âHuh? Which one did we miss?â you asked, raising a brow as he walked over to you with another box.
âOpen it and find out,â he replied, handing it over. You accepted it gently, and when you opened it, your eyes widened. It was an adorable little picture frame ornament, and the photo inside was of you, Robert, and Beef, from the very first Christmas you celebrated together.
âFigured it could go front and center,â he suggested, and with a warm smile, you nodded. You walked up to the tree, and with careful fingers, you hung it on a branch close to the front. You stepped back to admire the now completed tree, and you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind.
âI think that about does it,â he said, and you nodded.
âI couldnât agree more,â you replied.
Your first Christmas party was a success, and you had the best tree in the world to show for it.
notes: welcome to day three of mechamas! sorry this one's a bit late, i was out christmas shopping with my mom! but as always, thank you for all the love on parts 1 and 2, it means the world <3
Thereâs always something people donât tell you about moving in with your significant other. Thereâs always the sleeping arrangements, the need for personal space, chore division, and a whole laundry list of things that can irritate a person. But the one thing no one gave you a heads up about was decorating for the holidays, specifically Christmas.Â
Halloween had been fine, Robert liked your dedication to the day, and you were respectful of his need to keep at least one corner of your apartment a little less decorated so Beef didnât chew on anything, and so he could keep some of his items from getting lost in the chaos. But with Christmas right around the corner, you were surprised when he started to decorate your place almost as soon as Thanksgiving was over. It wasnât much, though, and you realized that when he lived alone, while he might not have decorated much, he tried to at least have something festive to make his old apartment seem more ⌠lived in. And it got you thinking, why not make your first apartment together look a little more Hallmark?
It was around dinner time when Robert came home from SDN one evening. With Beef in his arm, he pushed open your door, and was immediately greeted with a chipper Christmas song playing from your bluetooth speaker. Quirking a brow, he shut the door, put Beef down, and set his keys into the bowl on the table in the hall.
âBabe?â he called, a bit of confusion laced in his tone. âWhatâs going on?â
He walked a bit further inside, heading into your living room, and you were standing among a few bins, your hands on your hips as you surveyed your haul from your parentsâ attic.
When you turned to look at him, you smiled, then gestured to the bins on the floor. He glanced down at them, then back at you, his head tilted ever so slightly.
âYard sale or something?â he asked.
âWhat? No! Wait, let me just âŚâ You crouched down and popped the lids off, revealing old Christmas decorations from when you were little. You looked back up at him to see his eyes widen, and you couldnât help but chuckle softly.
âPlease tell me you didnât go out and buy all of this,â he said, and you shook your head.
âNope! All second hand. Ever since my parents moved into that 55 and up community, they downsized a lot. This was all in storage, and when I asked them, they said we could take whatever we wanted,â you explained, and a slow smile spread across his lips.
âYou never were one to pass up an opportunity like that,â he said, his arms folding over his chest. It was something he admired about you, your ability to find plenty of things second hand or just gently used, and get even more out of it. A lot of your clothes were thrifted, a lot of your furniture was from Facebook Marketplace, and what wasnât second hand was usually just a good deal you found from couponing on the weekends.
âIâm my motherâs child. Now, letâs get to decorating. I got music queued up, I picked up some boxes of those Pillsbury cookie things with the pictures on them, and pizza will be here in about,â you said, looking at your watch, â20 minutes.â
That was all Robert needed to hear. With your carols playing in the background, you both set to work going through the bins. Inside were all sorts of holiday goodies from your childhood, you were amazed to see that it fit into just a few bins. There was garland, wreaths, singing snowmen with the batteries taken out to avoid corrosion, stockings and weighted hangers for them, plenty of Santas, and more. Everything was removed with care, and Beef was kept far away from the garland you draped over your TV stand. The both of you moved in sync with one another, passing stockings and making sure the suction cups on the window decorations were still functioning. You hung up some warm toned fairy lights after testing to make sure they still worked, and the living room was suddenly filled with a warm glow. You stood back to admire your handiwork, and Robert stopped to admire you.Â
Quietly, he came up behind you and gently set his arms around your waist, pulling you against him with a soft hum. He felt you relax and lean into him, and he gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
âItâs lookinâ real good so far,â he said, glancing around the living room.
âRight? It goes well with the stuff you put up the other day. All weâre missing is a tree and some decorations for it,â you replied, and he responded by pressing another kiss to your hair.
âWe can worry about that later. Right now, Iâm kind of feeling those cookies you mentioned,â he said.
âI almost forgot about those. Letâs go heat the oven, and dinner should be here any minute.â
Robert let go of you, almost reluctantly, and you made your way into your little kitchen. He reached to preheat your oven while you opened the boxes of premade flat cookie dough, counting out how many would fit on a baking sheet at a time. As you were doing the math in your head, the doorbell rang, and Robert left to go and grab the pizza, his wallet in hand. He came back moments later, two pizza boxes in his arms and the air smelling like warm crust and cheesy goodness. Your stomach growled as he set the boxes on the kitchen counter, and you went to grab plates from the cabinet and the pizza cutter from one of the drawers. As he separated the slices, you set two baking sheets of 20 cookies into the oven, set the timer, and washed your hands before accepting a plate from him.
You both made your way out to the living room and sat down on the floor, leaning against the couch, so Beef could sit between you and beg for the crust. And as you sat there, bathed in warm light with the smell of hot pizza and baking cookies in the air, you felt at home for the first time in a long time. Slowly, your head came to rest on Robertâs shoulder, and you felt his head settle on top of yours.
âThis was nice,â he murmured.
âIt was. Iâm glad we get to spend Christmas in the same place this year.â
âYeah, me too.â
Between you, Beef let out a little bark, and you chuckled, giving him a piece of crust without any traces of sauce on it.
mechamas day two: it's beginning to look a lot like christmas
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notes: welcome to the second day of mechamas! i'm so glad you all enjoyed the first one, it meant so much to see all the love after being away from here for so long <3 i hope you enjoy day two just as much <33
One of the nicer parts of living in California was the fact that, for a walk at night in December, you didnât have to bundle up like you would if you lived more north, or on the east coast. Throwing on a sweatshirt and some jeans, you were all set to head out for your yearly tradition. Every year, without fail, you and Robert went for a walk around the city, looking at the lights. Seeing everything all lit up always put a smile on your face, and with Christmas just days away, you knew the majority of the homes would be decorated by now.
âRob, you ready?â you called, pulling down the bottom of your sweatshirt and fixing your shirt underneath.
âYeah, just gimme a sec to get Beefâs leash on,â he replied, and sure enough, you could hear the jingle of the metal of the leash, as well as Beefâs tag on his collar. The little pitter patter of dog feet and claws came from the other room, and you smiled as your two favorite guys came into the room.
âItâs not a successful walk without Beef,â you said, and the little chihuahua yipped in return. With a chuckle, you opened the front door and made your way outside with Robert and Beef not far behind.
The air around you was cool, and there were homes lit up as far as the eye could see. It made your chest feel warm, seeing rows of warm rainbow lights, sparkling red and green, even some of those tacky inflatables that adorned peopleâs front lawns. All of it just reminded you of the Christmas spirit from when you were a little kid, and it was refreshing to see that the magic hadnât gone away. That was something that had always worried you as you got older: would Christmas feel the same when you were an adult?Â
It felt even better, if you were being honest.Â
You got to surround yourself with your loved ones and help make even more memories, even if it was something small. And thatâs what the holidays were all about now. Nothing could be clearer as you walked down the street with Robert, Beef trotting alongside him. His hand reached for yours, gently lacing your fingers together as you walked. The gesture pulled you a bit closer to his side, and no matter how many times he did it, or how long youâd been together, it always sent butterflies flitting around your stomach.
âOh, look at that one,â you said, your free hand pointing over to a nearby house. It was adorned with those warm rainbow lights you liked so much, and the trees glittered with gold and silver strings of lights. On the front of the house hung a sparkly green wreath with a red bow, something you remembered having when you were younger.
âThat is a nice one. What about that one, across the street?â Robert pointed towards the house in question, and when your eyes landed on it, they widened with a child like wonder. The house he had pointed out was decorated to look almost exactly like a gingerbread house. The lights along the roof were silver and looked like icing, some of them were warm golden lights to look like gingerbread, and there were lit up lollipops and gumdrops in their yard.
âOh wow,â you breathed, stopping to admire the creativity.Â
Robert stopped with you, still holding your hand, but he tilted his head with a faint smile. He never got tired of admiring you when you went out together. Between work and being a part time superhero now, these little moments, where the world seemed to slow down for just a moment, meant the world to him. You meant the world to him. If there was one person he could always count on, it was you. He never thought heâd be the type to enjoy these little things, much less have someone to enjoy them with, but there you were, your features illuminated in a way that made you look ethereal. For a split second, he couldnât believe that you were actually there with him, or that he was there with you. Maybe it was some kind of Christmas miracle, or the gift that kept on giving.
âRob?â you asked, suddenly snapping him from his thoughts. âYou ready to keep moving? I think Beef is getting a little impatient.â
Sure enough, Beef was trying to pull ahead, clearly smelling something. Giving your hand a squeeze, Robert turned back to the sidewalk, and you began to make your way down the rest of the street.Â
On the walk back, your gaze moved from the houses to the night sky, watching the stars blink against the inky blue-ish black. The moon wasnât out, but it was still a beautiful night. It was a contender for the best night of the year so far, in your opinion.
âYou wanna make some drinks and put on one of those old Christmas specials?â Robert asked as he took Beefâs leash off of his collar.
âOoh, yeah. Iâm kind of in the mood for a spiked hot chocolate. What do you want?â you asked, peeling off your sweatshirt.
âIâll have what youâre having. âTis the season, right?â he asked, his eyes not leaving your face as you tossed your sweatshirt aside.
âYou got it. And this means you get to pick the movie. Make it a good one,â you said, kissing his cheek as you moved into the kitchen. The smile that graced his lips was warmer than the sun, his skin still tingling where your lips had pressed. He was a man in love, something he never thought heâd get the chance to be. With your words in mind, he made his way to the living room, and he turned on the TV, flicking through the channels until he settled on Home Alone. It was a classic, something no one could complain about, and that was all he could ask for. As the movie started up, you came into the room with two mugs, and you set them both down on the coasters on the table. Then, you settled onto the couch, relaxing as his arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in close once again. Beef made himself comfortable on his pillow on the floor by your feet, and you couldnât think of a more perfect way to end a perfect night.
notes: welcome to the first day of mechamas! i really did have a blast writing this, and i hope you all enjoy!
There were plenty of things Robert hadnât expected when he began working at SDN, that wasnât hard to figure out. From sending his team out on girlfriend-of-the-CEO coffee runs to hearing about Malevolaâs adventures in Sunday School, he was still sure he hadnât seen it all. But when the news of an office Christmas party reached his desk, he nearly breathed out a sigh of relief. Finally, something normal for once. No kaijus or killer mechs, just cheesy Christmas music, company provided food, and maybe some company provided booze as well. It wouldnât be the first time Blazer had offered him some kind of alcohol, and he would take full advantage of it.
On the afternoon of the party, Robert was on his way to the vending machine in the break room when he spotted you, standing by the microwave while you waited for your instant noodles to heat up. When you heard footsteps, you turned around and greeted your fellow dispatcher with a warm smile.
âHey, Robert,â you said, offering a half wave.
âHey, whatâs up?â he asked, trying to smooth out his dollar bill.
âNothing much, just looking forward to tonight. Did you bring anything, or are you gonna mooch?â you asked, throwing him a wink.
âI brought Beef, I feel like thatâs enough.â
âYou bring him in every day, Robert. I donât think it counts anymore. We get plenty of Beef.â
All he could do was chuckle and shake his head as he inserted the dollar into the slot. You werenât exactly wrong, but who didnât love his chihuahua? Hell, Chase had dedicated cubicle space for the little guy, he was practically their blockâs mascot.
âFor all this judging, Iâm sure youâre bringing something?â he asked while punching in the code for his chips.
âIâm making homemade hot chocolate cookies, wise ass,â you replied, opening the microwave door after the timer beeped.
âGetting fancy, I see. Canât believe you didnât ask for a taste tester.â
You scoffed at that, adding your seasoning packet to your noodles and stirring them with a shake of your head.
âMaybe I did, and you were too busy,â you countered.
âWe both know Iâm never too busy for whatever youâve got baking,â he replied with a quirk of his brow. You pushed his shoulder gently after he grabbed his chips from the vending machine drop off, and he couldnât help but chuckle.
âAss,â you muttered, but there was a smile on your lips. If there was one thing you enjoyed about work, it was the banter you two shared. It felt natural, and he was surprisingly easy going at work. The few times you hung out after hours, he seemed relatively laid back, too, and it was nice to have someone at work who was so easy to talk to.
âBe still, my heart.â He placed his right hand over the left side of his chest, the hint of a smirk on his lips as you took your lunch back to your desk. As he watched you go, his gaze softened, and he took his own chips back to his desk to finish out his shift.
That night, Crypto Night was packed to the gills with members from the Torrance branch of SDN. Everyone was dressed nicely, even Robert, who had shown up in slacks and a polo that, for once, didnât have the SDN logo on the chest. And, as promised, he had Beef under one arm, truly unable to leave the little guy at home. He greeted his coworkers with a wave, making his way through the bar to see what drink options were available. Along the way, however, he spotted you, standing across the room. You were practically glowing in the warm light of the bar, a drink in your hand and a bright smile on your face.Â
âYou alive in there? Earth to Robert!â
He was snapped back to reality by the sound of Chaseâs voice, and he turned to look down at him with a sheepish smile.
âYes, hi, Iâm good,â he replied.
âUh huh. If by âgoodâ, you mean staring like a high motherfucker, sure.â
âI wasnât staring, I was just, uh, taking in the decor. They did a great job, very festive in here.â
It was a lame excuse, he knew it was a lame excuse, but it was the best he could do. Clearly, Chase was unimpressed, but decided to let it go with a wave of his hand. Instead, he turned his attention to Beef, like he always did, and carefully swiped the overweight chihuahua out of Robertâs arms.
âDonât gimme that look, heâll be fine. Go and be merry or whatever the fuck,â he said, and before Robert could protest, Chase was gone, vanishing into the crowd with the little dog yipping happily at the attention.
Robert shook his head and made his way to the food table, taking in all of the goodies people had brought along with them. Company potlucks were such a wonderful thing. He began to make himself a plate, making sure to save enough room for one of your hot chocolate cookies, then forced himself to mingle with the others. He kept an eye out for you, but only managed to snag glimpses of you between the many bodies, and it felt like every time he tried to get close enough, something, or someone, pulled one of you away. Whether it was Royd coming to chat with him about the food or Herm simply asking how he was enjoying the party, everything was keeping him from you. And yet ⌠he didnât quite know why he wanted to be so close to you that night. Youâd just seen each other at work hours before, and youâd see each other back at work on Monday. But he did want to tell you how good the cookies were âŚ
He spotted you again, off to the side, like you were taking a break from the festivities, and he figured it was his chance. With his food finished and plate discarded, he began to squeeze past people, muttering âExcuse meâ as he tried his best to reach you. But when he finally got close enough, his eyes widened, and something in the back of his mind felt like it was roaring.
You were off to the side, sure, but so was Phenomaman, and he was engaging you in conversation. And while you were both off to the side, if one were to glance up ever so slightly, they would see a bit of mistletoe hanging from the rafters. Apparently, Phenomaman had glanced up, and he was currently asking you about it.
âThis tiny plant encourages humans to kiss beneath it?â he asked, puzzled.
âWell, sort of? You donât have to if you donât want to, itâs kind of an outdated tradition, especially for strangers,â you explained, trying not to overcomplicate it. After all, he was still learning human customs.
âI see. Well, we are not strangers. do we have to share a kiss?â he asked.
âWe donât have to, no,â you said, and he nodded like he reached some deep understanding.
âI see. On my planet, sharing a kiss is typically only for those who are married, and as we are merely friends, I will not ruin the positive relationship we have cultivated. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, and I will see you on Monday.â
You chuckled and nodded. âSee you on Monday.â
As he left you on your own again, you let out a breath, then turned your head as a bit of movement caught your eye. You smiled once again as you spotted Robert making his way over to you, and you sipped at your drink.
âHey, stranger,â you said, holding your glass with both hands. âWas wondering when Iâd see you tonight.â
On the outside, he tried to be nonchalant. But on the inside, there was a little voice, a jealous voice in the back of his mind, demanding Phenomamanâs mustache on a platter. It made very little sense, but when he saw him with you, it set something off in his head.
âBelieve me, Iâve been trying to find you all night. My compliments to the chef of those cookies,â he said, and like always, you gave his shoulder a playful shove.
âThank you, Iâm glad you liked them. So, you been having a good time tonight? I saw Chase pass through with Beef, and the little guy is having a blast.â
Robert found himself glancing at your lips as you spoke, but forced himself to look back at your eyes so he could answer you.
âYeah, uh, itâs been nice. And, uh, you look nice, too,â he said, scratching the back of his neck.
âOh, thanks. Honestly, I forgot I even owned this. But I found it last night and tossed it into the wash real quick âŚâ
Your sentence trailed off as you caught him glancing at your mouth, and you tilted your head ever so slightly, brows pinched together in confusion.
âDo ⌠do I have something in my teeth?â you asked, and his eyes widened.
âNo! No, no, God no, youâre fine. I just, uh âŚâ
The more he fumbled with his words, the more you began to understand. And when you glanced up again, he followed your gaze, looking up at the mistletoe. When you looked back down a bit, and your eyes met his, it was like time slowed down. You could feel him leaning in, see his head tilting slightly, and your eyes shut as his lips met yours for a soft, and all too short, kiss under the mistletoe.
When he pulled back, it was only slight, and you swore you could feel him smiling in that self assured way he had.
âYou free tomorrow? âCause it feels like weâre on the same page here âŚâ he whispered, and you couldnât help but chuckle.
âYeah, Iâm free. Pick me up around noon for lunch?â you asked.
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