In the aisle of reds and blues, action figures, and sports cars, these were the toys they’d be familiar with in the years to come. Stopping in front of large Tonka trucks, Cherish flicked her glance around before a deep blue mass caught her attention across the aisle. Breaking away, she went straight for the three-hundred-dollar Mustang motorized vehicle; for two. She stared for a long time locked in an internal debate on if she willed to part with so much, but there wasn’t a discount large enough in the world to sway her.
Doing a double-take, Simon spun around and found Cherish standing there with longing in her eyes and could see the cogs in her mind turning. His lips tilted into a gentle smile before he crept over and leaned over her shoulder, “Hmm, that looks perfect doesn’t it? I bet Jasmine and Jr. would love to speed around in this.” He taunted. He knew the process she’d go through before making a big purchase. Simon set his hands over her arms and took on the role of the devil, “Three hundred isn’t that much to pay for their little smiles. I think this gift would make us parents of the year, don’t you?” He asked.
She sat back on her heels and rolled her lips in. Parents of the year? That sounded amazing, but she knew the kids wouldn’t understand what it was. She pushed her lips to the side, “Don’t you think we should wait until they’re a little older? I mean…it will still be here oh wait…” Remembering the place was due to close down, she knew this was the only way to get something that large for a discount. Huffing to herself, she chewed on her bottom lip. This man had already spent a whopping amount. She sucked her cheeks in, “I don’t know. I think I’m going to pass…” Turning to walk away, she had yet to take her gaze away and backtracked again, “…or what if we buy it and give it to them when they turn two or three? That way we’ve already bought a gift and won’t need another.” She muttered.
Simon rubbed along her shoulders, “Okay, fair enough, but what if a newer, better little speed mobile comes out next year? Wouldn’t it be a shame if we’ve already bought one?” He asked. He truly didn’t care, he just wanted to give the twins their cool present sooner rather than later. He crouched down and ran his hands over the curves and lines, “I don’t think I can hold back letting them drive it this year.” He rolled his lips in with guilt because he wanted the satisfaction of watching them scoot around, “It’s decided then.” He said.
There it was, that Gabot hardheadedness which somehow, someway, Jasmine inherited as well. Jr. was just as bad as his father, but Jasmine took the cake some days. Hauling the box on top of the cart, he began to roll towards the register and could imagine the kids’ faces when they got in. Cherish pressed her fingertips to her forehead while following him, “Simon, come on you’ve already spent enough money and we have a cart full of toys. Not to mention our parents and your friends are going to buy them stuff. And…” Losing her focus, she decided to let him have it. If he wanted to go broke for their babies, then she wouldn’t fight him.
There were posters of the backroom furniture lined along each register. Fridges, chairs, metal lockers, and tables were all for sale to make a quick, last buck for the failing company. Simon tapped on top of the large box and snapped his fingers, “Oh…” He glanced over his shoulder at her with a sharp gaze, “…I was thinking, since you skipped your birthday. We’re going out.” He said completely convinced and nodded as though it was set in stone, “I’m taking you out for your birthday tonight. On a date.” He felt a nervous flick in his core but followed through.
Her entire body felt flush as he specified what he wanted. A date with her. Inhaling a deep breath, Cherish bit on her bottom lip and looked away. She didn’t deny the thought as she usually would and instead cleared her throat, “A date? Is that right. So, you want to take me out on a date for my birthday? Is that my gift…” Stepping further with him, she tilted her head to the side slightly and rested her hand near his on the handle, “…Or did you have more in store after dinner?”
Her question made him pull his head up quickly. Catching on, he stared at her speechlessly, “Not what I had in mind, but it would definitely be a bonus.” He answered.
Seeing the sudden pique of interest in his eyes, their fingers laced together while she arched an eyebrow. She knew what he did and why he'd take an extra five minutes in the shower. He probably knew why she'd sneak off to the closet random times during the night when he woke up, "Desperate, are we?" She asked.
“You could say that.” He replied. Not exactly desperate but starved for physical interaction. She provided some in her own little ways. Those little gestures made a huge impression on him.
She then laughed it off and shook her head, “Because, you really don’t have to do that. The car is more than enough.” She expressed honestly.
His hand covered hers, “I know I don’t, but I want to.” He expressed honestly. How quickly he retorted caused her to hold her breath. He wanted to move things forward with Cherish; exponentially, “Does my date have any suggestion on where she
