REPUTATION . . . ben chilwell

BONUS; MERRY CHRISTMAS

BEN CHILWELL
tehe i promised i'd do a christmas
special lmfao aswell as new year :)

10 YEARS LATER

What am I supposed to give my wife this Christmas? We've brought Finlay's and Tristan's gifts for them a while back.

I found myself shopping at the woman's section in Selfridges not knowing what on earth I was actually doing. I looked at bags and jewellery, and Blanche had already happened to own most of the store.

To be fair, she does make a lot of money.

I kept walking up and down the store empty handed. Not even a Cartier bracelet would be good enough knowing she probably had the bracelet i've been staring at for a good minute.

My mind wondered off to my phone, I knew who to call. "Bitch, what do you want? Tyler's trying to put this Christmas tree up and i'm recording it!" Typical Troye.

"Well I need your help, I don't know what to get Blanche for Christmas." I groan like a 5 year old which caught the eyes of people who were walking past me, "I saw this bracelet she'd like but I swear she's worn it for  red carpets."

"True, don't go jewellery, bags nor clothes. That bitch has a whole ass store in that closet of hers." He wasn't wrong, the amount of money Blanche spent just to get her wardrobe bigger was beyond me, "Just uh, get Andrew Garfield to sing for her."

"Please she has his phone number, he could do that any-day. Troye please help me, I look ridiculous in this store! I've been here for hours and I have nothing."

"Boy if you don't shut up-" Troye scoffed, "Well what happened to Finlay."

"He's at school right now, why did something happen?" I knitted my eyebrows together. "No you dipshit, I mean the teddy bear!" Oh. I mentally slapped myself.

"It's in the attic in her mums house Im pretty sure." I straight up ended the call before I finally left the store and entered my car.

I knew what I was going to give her.

•••

"Fin, dad got us gifts!" Tristan screams in pure excitement when I entered through the door with their gifts inside some plastic bag, "Can I see my gift dad?" Tristan smiled.

"No, no. Wait for Christmas." She pouted at me so I pout back at her. "How was school, what did you and Uncle Harry do?" I placed the gifts in a closet and sat down next to my daughter as she continued watching whatever movie she was watching.

"Uncle Harry was trying to wrap his guitar so he could give it to Finlay. You know the one he used back in 2017, that man really likes giving hand-me-downs." Tristan scoffed.

"Well that guitar is very famous, yet rare. Any Harry styles or One Direction fan would want that guitar, even if they didn't know how to play it." I nod.

"Did you get mum anything?" She asked me but it took me rather long to answer, "Oh don't tell me you got her a hand-me-down, dad you can't do that to her! She got you a-" She slapped her hand against her mouth.

"She got me a what?" I tilt my head to one side and smirk.

"She got you a..." My child scanned the room and thought of the first thing she could possibly think of, "She got you a, uhhhh, I don't know."