Post by Dean Harper on Apr 20, 2024 0:40:59 GMT
Dean had over done it. Yesterday had been full to busting the activities. Museums, art, culture and just doing child friendly things. They got back very very late that Dean had to carry both the dog and Damien up to the little cabin they were renting. Dean wanted to sleep for a hundred years. He was exhausted trying to be the best dad he could while still preparing for more world title defenses in short order. It was the first time Damien was on the road with him full time and he wanted to make it fun for them both.
Dean heard the damned dog pawing at his bedroom door and the urge to roll over and ignore it was strong.. He rolled out of bed when he heard a knock on the door to the cabin. He opened the bedroom door to see Bluey jump onto Damien’s bed happy Dean was awake to handle the person at the door. He was tired enough that he just walked down the stairs in just the shorts he had slept in to open the door, hair a mess and the brown roots visible under the bleached blonde he kept his hair in recently.
It was one of the staff. The young woman with brown hair done up in a neat bun, and in her work uniform greeted him with a bright smile, a small gift wrapped package in hand, flashed a bright smile. Obviously, she was a cheery morning person, given how early it was.
“Mr Dean Harper?”
Dean yawned but at least covered his mouth, “Yeah, that’s me. What’s up?”
“Compliments of your husband,” she smiled, presenting him with the small square gift wrapped in silver paper and a red bow. “He was most insistent that you got this this morning. You must be so in love for him to still surprise you like this more than a year into your marriage.”
Dean blinked, confused but took the gift, “Uh…yeah. Thank you? Um, do you need a tip…?”
“Mr Harper already compensated me, didn’t want to inconvenience you any further.”
Dean felt a flush to his cheeks, “Oh. Thank you. Did he just drop this off for me or something?”
“Said he had an errand to run, picking up a friend’s kids at the Tulip Gardens, have you been? It really is quite beautiful, I recommend it.” She smiled again.
Dean shook his head, “I’ll keep it in mind though. Thanks for the delivery.]
Dean shut the door and leaned against it looking over to see if Warren left a note. Why would Warren get him anything?
There was no note, which just added to the mystery. This wasn’t like Warren at all, he never did surprise romantic gestures. Dean gently opened the wrapping paper to look down at the black and white front cover of the Taylor Swift album that had just dropped hours ago. Dean turned it over in his hands seeing it had all the bonus tracks on it, opening the case with the signed poster inside. He walked slowly up to his bed and grabbed his phone typing out a half dozen messages before finally figuring out what he wanted to send.
Unexpected package. Thank you?
Glad you got it.
I’m surprised you got it for me.
Dean wanted to know what it meant. Why it was delivered? Why did Warren even think of it? It didn’t make any sense.
Why? I know you adore her. I know your collection wouldn’t be complete without it.
I don’t know if this is thoughtful and sweet or not.
It is whatever you’re comfortable with it being, Sweetness.
Vague and unhelpful. But thank you.
Dean wanted to know what it meant. Part of him wanted it to mean everything and another part wanted it to be headgames. He was never great at reading Warren. He walked over to the radio and popped the CD in as he laid down on the bed, phone resting on his chest. No more replies came.
This album was going to fuck him up in more then one way, he could already tell.
Dean heard the damned dog pawing at his bedroom door and the urge to roll over and ignore it was strong.. He rolled out of bed when he heard a knock on the door to the cabin. He opened the bedroom door to see Bluey jump onto Damien’s bed happy Dean was awake to handle the person at the door. He was tired enough that he just walked down the stairs in just the shorts he had slept in to open the door, hair a mess and the brown roots visible under the bleached blonde he kept his hair in recently.
It was one of the staff. The young woman with brown hair done up in a neat bun, and in her work uniform greeted him with a bright smile, a small gift wrapped package in hand, flashed a bright smile. Obviously, she was a cheery morning person, given how early it was.
“Mr Dean Harper?”
Dean yawned but at least covered his mouth, “Yeah, that’s me. What’s up?”
“Compliments of your husband,” she smiled, presenting him with the small square gift wrapped in silver paper and a red bow. “He was most insistent that you got this this morning. You must be so in love for him to still surprise you like this more than a year into your marriage.”
Dean blinked, confused but took the gift, “Uh…yeah. Thank you? Um, do you need a tip…?”
“Mr Harper already compensated me, didn’t want to inconvenience you any further.”
Dean felt a flush to his cheeks, “Oh. Thank you. Did he just drop this off for me or something?”
“Said he had an errand to run, picking up a friend’s kids at the Tulip Gardens, have you been? It really is quite beautiful, I recommend it.” She smiled again.
Dean shook his head, “I’ll keep it in mind though. Thanks for the delivery.]
Dean shut the door and leaned against it looking over to see if Warren left a note. Why would Warren get him anything?
There was no note, which just added to the mystery. This wasn’t like Warren at all, he never did surprise romantic gestures. Dean gently opened the wrapping paper to look down at the black and white front cover of the Taylor Swift album that had just dropped hours ago. Dean turned it over in his hands seeing it had all the bonus tracks on it, opening the case with the signed poster inside. He walked slowly up to his bed and grabbed his phone typing out a half dozen messages before finally figuring out what he wanted to send.
Unexpected package. Thank you?
Glad you got it.
I’m surprised you got it for me.
Dean wanted to know what it meant. Why it was delivered? Why did Warren even think of it? It didn’t make any sense.
Why? I know you adore her. I know your collection wouldn’t be complete without it.
I don’t know if this is thoughtful and sweet or not.
It is whatever you’re comfortable with it being, Sweetness.
Vague and unhelpful. But thank you.
Dean wanted to know what it meant. Part of him wanted it to mean everything and another part wanted it to be headgames. He was never great at reading Warren. He walked over to the radio and popped the CD in as he laid down on the bed, phone resting on his chest. No more replies came.
This album was going to fuck him up in more then one way, he could already tell.
Well howdy there pardner.