couples_therapy: 32.2
32.3. How good are you at buying gifts for your partner?
Chase hated mornings. Even worse, he hated those mornings. Five am starts. Not five am wake ups… starts, which meant he had to be out of bed no less than quarter to four to actually get himself in a presentable and professional headspace to clock on at five am for his first surgery at five thirty. Now that he was Head of the surgical team, these shifts were only occasional, though that was all the more reason to hate them when they rolled around again.
A shower, a shave, four cups of coffee and a can of Red Bull and his eyes still felt like they had bricks hanging off them. After the big weekend in New York, he was absolutely buggered. It was damn fun, though. He and Rogue both agreed they’d be there with bells on if their friends arranged another night like that, not to mention the bar with the Aussie beach theme plus an Aussie owner to chat with had been a treat. He’d spent ages swapping stories about home with Luke, even discovering that Luke’s sister studied medicine at the same med school Chase got his MD in Melbourne, albeit a few years ahead of him.
He was paying for the social life now, though. He stifled a yawn as he clipped his ID badge to his clean and freshly ironed scrubs pants. His bachelor life was well and truly gone. Rogue seemed to take her place as his wife in her stride, even though he constantly told her he could do the ironing and washing whenever it was needed. He even offered about daily to cook dinner for them, too, though that mostly rested on the kindness of his heart because they both know his cooking attempts (besides lasagne or pizza) usually ended up abysmal. He loved it, though. Married life just felt so right and he wouldn’t swap it for anything. The little things she did for him always put a smile on his face and certainly made it easier for him to get his arse in to gear on these hard mornings and face the long and arduous shifts sprawling before him.
Another yawn about turned his face inside out and he rubbed his eyes slowly with the palm of his hand. No doubt he’d wake up when he got out into the cool early morning air, though. He picked up a small pink gift bag from the dresser with was adorned with pink and white frilly ribbons and went over to where Rogue was sprawled out on the bed amongst the messy sheets, still dead to the world. He’d taken the opportunity while Rogue visited with Remy and tried to cheer him up for a bit of an impromptu shopping trip in New York. With the knowledge they were expecting a baby girl (which had Chase grinning until his face ached whenever he thought about it), he wanted to mark the occasion some way.
Baby shop after baby shop had only finally came up trumps when he found a pair of tiny pink newborn baby scrubs, a cute miniature version of the ones he wore on a daily basis. He’d almost cried when he saw them and the store clerk offered to have them embroidered with the baby’s name. Chase had to sheepishly admit they still had a few months up their sleeve and even though they had a name picked out, it still didn’t seem right until she arrived. So, he settled on ‘Baby Girl Chase’ embroidered in silver script to match what the obstetrician had printed on the ultrasound photo they took home with them.
It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted something for Rogue and searched the aisles of gifts for new mums until his trek finally led him to Tiffanys again. It seemed like so long ago that he’d waltzed in there to buy Rogue’s engagement ring. Back then, he had no need to look for baby gifts. Now all the little pink and blue items made him grin rather than snort sceptically. Times had definitely changed.
It took ages to look at everything until he’d spotted the perfect gift. It was a tiny charm of a pink baby carriage with a row of diamonds around it. There couldn’t be anything better to follow up the news of their little girl. He bought a bracelet with the charm and had it wrapped in the signature blue Tiffany box. He felt quite proud of himself for the gifts, now wrapped in his hand. He placed the package on Rogue’s nightstand so she would find it when she woke up and then smoothed her hair back to give her forehead a soft kiss. “Love you, babe,” he whispered and then moved lower to press another kiss to her exposed stomach. “You too, Baby Girl,” he added, that stupid grin brightening his tired features again. His watched beeped, telling him he really had to make a move to get to work on time. He tucked the covers back around Rogue and tiptoed to the bedroom door. Five months just seemed far too long to wait.
Rogue is justalilcontact and used with permission. All other muses referenced is with mun permission.
Word Count | 854
Chase hated mornings. Even worse, he hated those mornings. Five am starts. Not five am wake ups… starts, which meant he had to be out of bed no less than quarter to four to actually get himself in a presentable and professional headspace to clock on at five am for his first surgery at five thirty. Now that he was Head of the surgical team, these shifts were only occasional, though that was all the more reason to hate them when they rolled around again.
A shower, a shave, four cups of coffee and a can of Red Bull and his eyes still felt like they had bricks hanging off them. After the big weekend in New York, he was absolutely buggered. It was damn fun, though. He and Rogue both agreed they’d be there with bells on if their friends arranged another night like that, not to mention the bar with the Aussie beach theme plus an Aussie owner to chat with had been a treat. He’d spent ages swapping stories about home with Luke, even discovering that Luke’s sister studied medicine at the same med school Chase got his MD in Melbourne, albeit a few years ahead of him.
He was paying for the social life now, though. He stifled a yawn as he clipped his ID badge to his clean and freshly ironed scrubs pants. His bachelor life was well and truly gone. Rogue seemed to take her place as his wife in her stride, even though he constantly told her he could do the ironing and washing whenever it was needed. He even offered about daily to cook dinner for them, too, though that mostly rested on the kindness of his heart because they both know his cooking attempts (besides lasagne or pizza) usually ended up abysmal. He loved it, though. Married life just felt so right and he wouldn’t swap it for anything. The little things she did for him always put a smile on his face and certainly made it easier for him to get his arse in to gear on these hard mornings and face the long and arduous shifts sprawling before him.
Another yawn about turned his face inside out and he rubbed his eyes slowly with the palm of his hand. No doubt he’d wake up when he got out into the cool early morning air, though. He picked up a small pink gift bag from the dresser with was adorned with pink and white frilly ribbons and went over to where Rogue was sprawled out on the bed amongst the messy sheets, still dead to the world. He’d taken the opportunity while Rogue visited with Remy and tried to cheer him up for a bit of an impromptu shopping trip in New York. With the knowledge they were expecting a baby girl (which had Chase grinning until his face ached whenever he thought about it), he wanted to mark the occasion some way.
Baby shop after baby shop had only finally came up trumps when he found a pair of tiny pink newborn baby scrubs, a cute miniature version of the ones he wore on a daily basis. He’d almost cried when he saw them and the store clerk offered to have them embroidered with the baby’s name. Chase had to sheepishly admit they still had a few months up their sleeve and even though they had a name picked out, it still didn’t seem right until she arrived. So, he settled on ‘Baby Girl Chase’ embroidered in silver script to match what the obstetrician had printed on the ultrasound photo they took home with them.
It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted something for Rogue and searched the aisles of gifts for new mums until his trek finally led him to Tiffanys again. It seemed like so long ago that he’d waltzed in there to buy Rogue’s engagement ring. Back then, he had no need to look for baby gifts. Now all the little pink and blue items made him grin rather than snort sceptically. Times had definitely changed.
It took ages to look at everything until he’d spotted the perfect gift. It was a tiny charm of a pink baby carriage with a row of diamonds around it. There couldn’t be anything better to follow up the news of their little girl. He bought a bracelet with the charm and had it wrapped in the signature blue Tiffany box. He felt quite proud of himself for the gifts, now wrapped in his hand. He placed the package on Rogue’s nightstand so she would find it when she woke up and then smoothed her hair back to give her forehead a soft kiss. “Love you, babe,” he whispered and then moved lower to press another kiss to her exposed stomach. “You too, Baby Girl,” he added, that stupid grin brightening his tired features again. His watched beeped, telling him he really had to make a move to get to work on time. He tucked the covers back around Rogue and tiptoed to the bedroom door. Five months just seemed far too long to wait.
Rogue is justalilcontact and used with permission. All other muses referenced is with mun permission.
Word Count | 854