Hunger

December (part 2)

With only a week until Christmas, Frankie was struggling to think of what to get Harry. What do you get the man, who has access to everything his heart desires?

"I mean, I could use new socks?" Harry scratched the stubble on his chin. "And I guess my food processor has seen better days."

Frankie cocked an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

Harry pulled her into his arms. They were lying in bed, watching Netflix on the flat screen in their bedroom. Harry had chosen a Christmas themed romcom, which was an easy watch. Frankie had been feeling a little under the weather, so Harry made it his first priority to take care of her.

"I don't know, love!" He laughed. "I have you, I have Nugget, my heart is full."

"Meh!" Frankie scoffed. "I just really want to give you something special."

Harry pulled the covers over her and made sure she was warm. "You could make sure to get well for Christmas?" He stroked her hair tenderly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, sweetheart. It's just a cold or something." Frankie snuggled up to Harry.

"Sweetheart? That's new. I like it," he chuckled.

Frankie blushed. "Yeah, I decided I'd try and take a few pet names for a test run. I have a long list of names lined up." She chuckled and looked up at Harry. "Dear, baby, lover, daddy..."

"That's the best gift you can get me, you know? Terms of endearment from the woman I love most." He smiled at her, and kissed her forehead. "Now go to sleep and wake up feeling better. That's an order."

***

Harry was doing promotion for his album. He did interviews and TV appearances, and recorded performances for Christmas shows. In the meantime Frankie prepared for their first Christmas together, decorated their home and got them the perfect Christmas tree. When Harry came home late at night, she had left out a plate of cookies, and written a note to her dear Santa Baby. Harry chuckled at her letter, and snuck into bed next to her. Frankie stirred a bit and reached out for him. 

"Ho, ho, ho," Harry whispered as he put his arm around her. 

Frankie laughed sleepily. "What did you call me?" 

Harry scoffed and pulled her closer. "Are you feeling better, love?" 

He had been worried about leaving for work, but she had assured him that there was nothing to worry about. She was going to take it easy and rest as much as possible.

"I'm okay," she said, "I'm just really tired. And I'm a little frustrated, because I can't find you a gift." 

"Can't you be my gift?" He tried. 

"Harry... You already have me, it won't be much of a surprise will it?" Frankie pretended to pout.

Harry stroked her cheek. "It's not like I've found something for you either. I'm just as lost when it comes to picking something for you."

"Maybe we shouldn't buy each other anything? Being with you for Christmas is all I want anyway." Frankie grimaced at the obvious 'All I want for Christmas is you' reference, and Harry started singing, causing Frankie to giggle, while she tried to shut him up.

***

Abi invited Frankie out to lunch a couple of days before Christmas. They exchanged gifts to put under their Christmas trees. Frankie had bought Abi a pretty sweater, but Harry had insisted she gave her something from both of them, so he had chipped in and added a gift card for a holiday for two. Frankie had pointed out that that was a bit of a step up from their budget, but Harry insisted, and allowed her to write in the card that the trip was mostly from him.