Simple Things In Life

Let's Play House

"Play house?" I repeated his words in a questioning tone. We hadn't played house since we were little and I had dollies and a fake kitchen set. I smiled some at the thought.

He nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, it's been way too long since we've done that." He amended. I felt his hand began to rubbing circles in my back. My arms snaked around his lean waist, my chin planted on his chest as I looked up at him. My gaze roamed over his features, admiring his lips, eyes, jaw. "So, what do you say, Princess? Wanna play house? Then we can really act like the old married couple Bobby 'cuses us of being."

I nodded and squeezed him softly. "Can we cuddle and watch Batman?"

His smile turned into a prideful smirk. "That's my girl. How about you get out of your wet clothes and I'll go get everything together." I nodded happily and kissed his cheek.

I rooted through my drawers, looking for clothes, my mind beginning to wander.

"Hon', can you get the the baby?" I called to Dean in my high pitch child voice. My baby alive doll was wailing, having wet itself after me having given it it's bottle. I was 'cooking' in the 'kitchen'. I spread the mayonnaise on the toast and placed the leftover bacon from this morning on it. Then came the cheese and the other piece of toast.

"Can't you just call her Mary already?" I heard him grumble. Even at 8 Dean had his snarkiness. "Where's the diapers?"

"In the cupboard, sweetie. I made lunch." I called back to him as I dragged the knife through the toast the cut his sandwich into halves, his favorite.

"Oooh! Here, take the princess. Whatcha make?" He handed me the baby doll as he took the sandwich. One bite and a little moan was coming from his small body. "You're the best, babe." He mumbled around his food.

"Don't eat with your mouth open," I chastised and kissed his cheek. Both of us blushed brilliantly and continued with our little game.

I slipped the large sweatshirt on, one I had stolen from Dean. I had on a pair of his boxers as well. The memory had me thinking. "I'm sure I still have that damned doll." I muttered to myself and went to look through my closet. Enough digging and I found the doll, looking brand new despite the few cobwebs between her limbs.

I snickered and hid it behind my back as I headed downstairs. The smell of popcorn and rootbeer filled the air, making my smile more genuine than mischievous. I caught glimpse of Dean in the living room, moving pillows and blankets around, popcorn and rootbeer on the table.

I skipped into the room happily, waiting for him to see me. When he did finally look up, his eyes lit up at the sight of me. "Well, damn..." he hummed, "Someone looks gorgeous in my clothes."

I blushed darkly and rolled my eyes. "I got a surprise for you..." I made my voice more airy than it had to be. His eyes darkened just the slightest, his lip being pulled between his teeth, watching my moves. I smiled innocently as I pulled the doll from behind my back, waiting for his reaction.

His face spoke millions. His eyes had dulled then brighten as his brain worked through the memories, his lips forming a small smile. "And here I thought I was gonna get lucky," He teased, taking the old doll from me, "Where even was it?"

"Mary was in my closet." I said, plopping down on the couch, taking the bowl of popcorn. He examined the doll before rolling his eyes and tossing it to Bobby's recliner. "Ya know, beings she's an inanimate object, you two look alike," I teased, "Same green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She's even got freckles."

"God," He muttered and fell back on to the couch, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. He pressed play on the blu ray remote and wrapped a cover over us. "What am I gonna do with you?"