Hawthorne | The Inheritance Games One Shots

Blood Money Christmas Oneshot

Hey so this is a christmas oneshot for my book Blood Money but it is NOT canon. It's got the characters from my fanfic but with different context. The things happening in my fic at the moment will be irrelevant within this. It's simply the characters in a sort of alternate reality. Please remember this when reading, they are DIFFERENT STORIES. If you haven't read my Blood Money, the only context you need is that Spencer Hawthorne is the only Hawthorne Granddaughter, and Noah Thatcher is her boyfriend. Okay, now that that's clear, hope you guys enjoy this cute little oneshot of Spencer trying to figure out what to get Noah for Christmas.

Spencer.

Having successfully bought every gift and hand wrapped it, I cascade onto my bed with a loud groan. I've always been a great gift giver, I think it's because I can read everyone so well, I can always tell what people want and need. But the one person I've never been to read? My boyfriend. So unfortunately for me, I've spent the past week scouring shelves at every luxury store in the state.

I see Noah wearing luxury brands all the time, he's always wearing some kind of expensive watch. Which is what sprung across the idea that I would just buy him a watch. A $40,000 Vacheron Constantin watch. 

I wrap it and toss it aside, sick of contemplating it any longer. He's coming over for dinner tonight. I'll give him it then and he'll love it.

Dinner draws closer and the anxiety resting in the pits of my stomach simmers. In a moment of stupid vulnerability, I toss the watch in the trash can and start scrambling to put something else together. 

How can this be so hard?

What can you get the boy who never asks for anything?

A book? Fuck it, why not. What else have I got?

I wrap up an old book I find on my shelf. No sooner than I can place the bow on top, I'm throwing it in the trash again.

Headphones? A sweater? Cologne? 

All things now currently in my trash can.

He's my boyfriend. How can I know everything about him but still have absolutely no clue what he wants for Christmas?

There's a brisk succession of knocks on my bedroom door, followed by a sheepish maid's voice informing me that Noah has arrived.

"Shit.. Shit. Shit. Shit!" I squeal, racing around my room with a gift back, tossing around random things to find the right gift.

"Your Mother is asking him about your sex life, I'd advise you hurry." The maid suggests. 

I groan, tossing in the first thing I see into the bag and topping it with some tissue paper. Racing out my room and down the staircase I smile at my boyfriend, who is currently bashfully ignoring Skye's attempts to ask about how I am in bed. My wonderful Mother.

"Noah." I smile at him, racing to his side and jumping into his wide open arms.

"Merry Christmas." I smile against his warm neck, inhaling the scent of his perfect cologne. "Merry Christmas, baby." He grins into my hair, peppering soft and gentle pecks up and down my neck.

"C'mon. Let's go to the courtyard." I suggest, knowing it's beautifully decorated at Christmas time. I lead him out, gift bag in one hand and his hand in the other. 

We perch outside on a wooden lounger, the fire-pit aglow. He reaches into his jacket pocket, retracting it with a small neatly wrapped box. I smile fondly up at him with big eyes as I begin to carefully remove the deep red paper, followed by the packaging of a jewellery box.

Inside, is a silver necklace with a beautiful diamond pendant. My eyes light up in awe at the sight. 

"Noah.." I smile in disbelief. He takes the necklace out the box for me. "C'mere." He beckons, nodding for me to crawl into his lap. When my back is pressed against his firm chest and his arms are wrapped around me, he holds up the necklace.

"Look." He says gently, nodding towards the ground, showing the projection of patterns on the ground.

"When the light catches it at the right angle, a constellation shines out.. I know astronomy is my thing and not yours, but the Perseus and Andromeda constellations are said to represent love." He rambles briefly.

I smile up at him, listening contently as he explains the constellations and why he chose it for me. After a few moments he brushes all my hair over my shoulder, carefully wrapping the necklace around my neck and clasping it with deft hands. His knuckles gently brush over the hairs on the back of my neck, making them stand on edge and causing a ripple of chills to cascade down my body.

"Thanks.." I turn in his lap so I'm perched on my knees looking up to him. "But now I feel like such an asshole." I sigh, handing him the bag shamefully.

"Why?" He laughs, opening the bag with bright eyes. His smile drops a little with confusion as he inspects the gift. He corrects his falter, bringing the smile back on his polite features. 

"A half used candle?" He smirks, anticipating some kind of meaningful explanation that I can't give him.

"Look, I've bought you like 20 gifts and all of them went straight into the trash can. I know you.. But for some reason, I just fumbled.. and I threw the first thing I saw in the bag." I ramble with disappointment. 

He laughs. He literally just laughs in my face.

"I'm so sorry." I plead, clasping his hand and welling up with tears. One gift. That's all I had to give, and I blew it.

"What are you apologising for?" He cackles, dropping the hand of his that I took and wrapping it around the back of my shoulders, pulling me in tight and kissing the top of my head.

"You're adorable." He laughs against my hair.

"You got me a necklace with a refraction of constellations. And I threw a used candle in a bag." I frown with disappointment. 

"Any asshole could buy a necklace. You spent all that time trying to decide what to get me, that shows you care." He smirks. "Of course I care, quit pretending you're not disappointed you didn't get a good gift." I huff sadly.

"Spence, I didn't ask you for a gift. I didn't expect one either. So the fact that you tried so hard when you didn't even need to, is enough." He cups my face, gently stroking my cheekbones.

"Well now you don't have a gift." I sigh in defeat. 

"Are you kidding?" He smirks, popping open the candle. "I have this half melted pink candle." He winks cheekily, I jokingly slap his shoulder. He sniffs the candle and then his smile drops. His eyes seem to shine for a moment with pure joy. And the smile returns to his face with glee. "It smells like your room." He whispers happily. 

"And what use is that to you?" I raise a brow, knowing he doesn't want a pink candle that smells like cherry blossom, roses, vanilla and peonies. "Your room, smells like you." Noah traces a finger over my lip.

"Any time I'm at home and I'm sad, I'll just smell this and instantly feel better." He smirks.

He bows his head down and connects our lips for a sweet and soft kiss.

"Okay but that still doesn't make me feel better about not getting you a real gift." I groan, pulling away from his kiss, scanning my eyes between his eyes and lips.

"I can think of something that might suffice?" He smirks cheekily. I grin, reconnecting our lips and shifting our bodies closer.

"Merry Christmas, No." I whisper. "Merry Christmas, Spence." He grins against my lips.