Whitey Winn One Shots

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I sat in my office pondering, my pencil between my lips as I attempted to... Plan things.
"Whitey." Bill chuckled sitting his coffee on his desk "stop thinking so hard your head overheating"
"Sorry"
"What are you thinking so hard about?"

"Y/n"

"Ohh? don't think too hard about your wife" He laughs

"trying" I chuckled

"what about her are you thinking about?"

"she's been upset lately well I say upset disappointed,"

"How so?"

"Well, ever since she moved here she misses all the time and effort people put into Christmas back home know one does here she misses it a little I think"

"oh. shame" he says "Suppose she'll have to get used to it"

"I think I might do something special for her for Christmas, something to maybe make her feel at home here with me"

I finished up gathering all the herbs and flowers that I had on my lift having filled my basket and starting to head home through the desert, it was strange that I was walking through a hot, dry, dusty desert so close to Christmas. I did love being here of course having moved here to marry my sweet whitey who I had been writing to for so many years, we were married quickly of course and I do adore being here with him but around this time of year, I couldn't help but miss the sweet winters of home. The sweet snow across the vast fields, the little icicles hung from windows and shop awnings, the smell and heat of the hot coco stalls through the streets, the way the firtrees lined the windows of every home with garlands and holly springs, sweet cookies by the fire and roasted chestnuts before bed, wearing thick layers and coats to keep away the chilly snow, listening as carolers went through town. I missed it ever so, but the dust and heat of New Mexico meant I had no hope to rekindle these things in my new American life. I smiled at the few ladies in town whom I saw and Mary Agnes laughed a little "What is it?" I asked

"Nothing," she says

"Maggie" I glared

"Whitey might have a nice festive surprise for you"

"Might he?" I giggled

"He might, he might have something planned that he has been working so hard on all day, that and he's been swearing up a storm too"

"Alright, thank you" I laughed heading home to our little house and giving the door a little tap

"Ah just a moment,"

"whitey Winn what are you planning in there?"

"uuuuhhh.... crimes"

"whitey."

"Just one moment my darlin'" he answered so I waited for a good while until the door opened "if I may present Christmas to my fair lady" he smiled ushering me inside and I saw what he had done to our little house.
It had been cleaned and tidied up, the fire burning well with a few logs on it, a small garland in the mantle made of long twigs, a few candles sat on it, stockings hung on the fireplace, a small desert tree in a pot with a few ribbons tied on
"Whitey what is all this?' I giggled
"I know that since you moved here, you miss all the Christmas stuff. I wish I could give you one, but I did my best to make this feel a bit more like home for you"
"Oh whitey" I Cooes giving him a cuddle and some kisses "thank you very much, but it's okay I might miss some of the traditions of home but I came here because I wanted to be with you, there just silly little things I'll always remember them but I'd rather the two of us make our own traditions and customs that we can keep forever'
"You mean it?"
"I do'
"I love you so very much. Your the best Christmas present ever"
"I am?'
"Umm just getting to wake up and see you everyday is the best gift ever"
"I feel the same whitey" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss when he pulled back he fixed my hair a little "come on we'll put our presents under the little tree" I giggled