#e:save.

❝Now… I know you’re probably wondering why the hell I have you out here in the drizzling rain. On the sidewalk. We’re taking a stroll! Hey, don’t look at me like that–! Avert your glare, mister. You know, we’re walking into a super huge chapter of our life. We have one child, and we’re gonna be blessed with another one. That’s beautiful, isn’t it? We’re gonna move into a nicer, more spacious home. Everything’s falling into place, finally. Finally, I think we’re really starting this whole settling down thing.❞ He swings their arms, taking in a deep breath; the cool, misty atmosphere is something he enjoys. It’s much better than being out in the sunlight.

Riluo lets out a low whistle at some of the cars, casting a glance at Ezra to see if he’s paying attention to them. Then, he continues on with his little rant. ❝These people have really nice cars, don’t they? Oh, hey… Look at that one, over there.❞ Raising an arm, the boy points to a beautiful Bentley Mulsanne, the black vehicle adorned with a big, red bow. Slowly approaching the car, Riluo grabs at a little gift tag hanging from one of the side view mirrors, reading the printed text out loud– he makes sure to give his boyfriend a coy smile.

❝Oh, look. Your name is on this tag. For my wonderful boyfriend, Ezra Landon Park. Well, whaddya know. It seems as though I’M the one who purchased this car. Wild, right?❞ The way he unveils the surprise is so nonchalant, it’s almost adorable. ❝Go ahead. Look in your jacket pocket. I already put the keys in there! Check out that diamond interior. The built in wifi. I really hope you like this car… I think it fits us, as a family. Also, isn’t it super stylish? I don’t think you’ll see another one of these on the streets. It’s a unique luxury vehicle. Um… Anyway! Let’s take this baby for a spin, we’ll pick up Narae from Giselle noona’s house and we can go out on the town.❞

RILUO WAS 100% CORRECT, he was questioning Riluo’s out of the blue suggestion to take a stroll out in the drizzling rain. In fact, from the front door to the sidewalk, he had been excessively whining and complaining how it was hot, humid, disgusting, and just overall, not a good weather to ‘stroll around’, but of course, Riluo always won. “I hope you know, I hate you so much right now.” He grumbled, snuggling his shades comfortably on his nose bridge – don’t ask. Ezra always wore sunglasses regardless of weather. 

“You do realize, we could have this conversation at home. In the comforts of our bed? But yes, I do agree. Things are slowly starting to settle, which is always reassuring.” He pitched in, gently wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Why not? If they were out to grab some fresh air, might as well make it romantic. Releasing a sigh, he averted his attention to the row of cars parked along the street. They really were nice cars. Cars he used to own; cars he always dreamt of owning. But it was okay; he had a family now. His money was now his family’s money, so impulse buying was no longer an option. Cars… Well he had a fine share of opportunities, it was time to move on. So, he did. He looked away; too afraid that his facial features were going to tell otherwise, but immediately as if pulled by a magnet, he directed his attention to the beautiful Bentley Mulsanne parked along the side. Riluo was probably pointing because of the obnoxious red bow on top, but sentence that followed — it refused to click. Name tag? His name? He… Who…. I purchased? Who? Jacket pocket? Almost instinctively, he searched his jacket pocket, reaching for the car key hidden inside. So if he pressed unlock… ?

Holy Shit. 

Then, it all made sense. “No. No. I can’t accept this.” He backed away from the car. “No Riluo, I can’t. I don’t need this. I can buy a minivan. We can’t afford… I can’t afford this.” It was a constant battle, his body wanted to touch, but his heart said no. How could he accept this? This wasn’t some expensive shoe or furniture? It was a fucking car. A fucking Bentley Mulsanne. Basically a total of three full year pharmacist salary to afford something like this. 

But … He walked inside. Silently touching everything. He may have had a disappointed, pissed off expression, but deep down. Hidden underneath the complicated acceptance was the biggest, cheesiest smile of all times. 

I had a crazy idea. I thought to myself, hey! Why don’t I make some Lucky Charms? Not, like, pour them from a box. I mean actually create the cereal. It was just a fun experiment that I wanted to do while you were studying. I get a little too creative when I don’t have much to do, you know? Narae actually helped me make them, she’s a perfect little helper. Look at this, do you like it? Does it look like the Lucky Charms you know and love?

It was really hard, doing this. My fingers actually started to blister, because stamping out the shapes was such a pain. I have more marshmallows stored away, if you ever want any. Don’t eat too many at once, okay? They’re really sugary– but, I’m sure you know that.

Can you come rub my hands? They hurt. A lot.

I’m proud of myself for being able to make this for you, though! It was fun, despite the challenge. I love you.

You drive me crazy with your god damn cereal.

- your lil shit.

ANOTHER BIG SIGH ESCAPED THE PARTED LIPS, as he stared into the bowl of magic in front. Lucky Charms. But not just regular Lucky Charms. Homemade, made from scratch, Lucky Charms. Prior, the stupidest grin graced his features, nearly falling head over heels for the lovely creation that his boyfriend and daughter had made, but the more he listened, he began to connect the dots of the kinds of trouble Riluo had put himself through… yet again. He truly felt so bad, especially after the constant teasing and making fun. But, why did he have to put himself through all this? Why did his baby have to hurt his hand to make him happy? 

“These are the best lucky charms I have ever seen and tasted. One of a kind; the very best. Especially the marshmallows. They are all perfectly shaped, and I just want to snuggle in them, forever.” He admitted, 100% honest. “I love you. But, can you stop hurting your hands for me? I’m really not worth it Ri. Not in the slightest. But —” 

Since we’re exchanging the small stuff, I guess I can give yours to you? Christmas is wonderful. You know what, Ezra? I look forward to curling up by our fireplace, eating this pasta. I hope you know that we’re gonna cook it together. How about a white sauce? A creamy, white sauce (ehehehe, ewww). While we’re eating our immoral pasta, we can cuddle up with this pillow and have ourselves a damn good time. I love you. This is the first Christmas I’m spending with someone and I’m so glad that it’s you.

(DEEP BREATH)

❝I have no idea why you even had a dragon. Do you have a dragon? Would you tell me if you did? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING HIM? Anyway, I was like EZRA YOU CAN’T DO THIS. And you were like ooooh yes I can. I was like FIGHT ME. You said CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. And then we met on top of your castle. Your castle was like on some weird mountain, okay. It was weird. You had so many long hallways. Why so many hallways? Anyway, back to the fight. You poked me really hard in the bellybutton and I surrendered. Fight over. In like 3 seconds. Then, you carried me to bed and told me I was ridiculous. THIS ALL LITERALLY STARTED OVER YOU GETTING RID OF ONIONS.

You wore a big ass crown and a cape (not like a sinister Dracula cape, but like a majestic flowy one) through all of this. I don’t even understand.❞

[x] 1 chocolate mini cake [x] 1 bracelet, made by hand [x] 1 disc

The note attached: I worked on the dopey red bracelet for three days and it still looks like crap. That’s okay, right? I made one for myself, too. Enjoy the cake!

A package has been left on the bed:

[x] A box with a miniature German chocolate cake with candied pecans. [x] A watermelon tourmaline gemstone. [x] One CD case containing a mixtape.

There’s also a note attached.