Pip Parkinson is the real Captain Canuck (majormoose) wrote in neeps, @ 2017-12-28 15:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, anais bolduc, pip parkinson |
WHO: Pip Parkinson & Anaïs Bolduc
WHAT: How Anaïs and Pip celebrate Christmas
BINGO: Customs, Christmas Day
WHEN: Christmas 1998
WHERE: Canada
WARNING: None
RATING|STATUS: Low, Complete
For Pip, he was a semi ambivalent about Christmas. Oh, he loved the season. Good food, family, and lots of good cheer sounded right up his alley, but it was hard to share one's birthday with the baby Jesus. However, with Anaïs he had found the quiet resentment he had growing up vanishing the longer their relationship grew.
After all, who else could claim having birthday cake for breakfast? Granted, it was a small piece because too much sugar that early in the morning tended to make him sick. There was a candle, however, so that's all that counted.
Anaïs herself had been responsible for the candle, raising early to organise Pip’s birthday breakfast and to prepare herself. She enjoyed making a fuss of him on his birthday, as she should, but unlike her he was a youngest child and he shared his birthday with a big occasion - so, as a girlfriend, she liked to make him the centre of things where possible on the day.
So, she had risen early to feed the dogs and get them out of the way; dressed in an outfit she knew Pip liked on her, put on coffee to brew and had arranged things for the cake before going to wake him. She was now pouring herself a coffee before sitting beside him, long legs draped over his lap. ”Bon Anniversaire,” she quipped, giving him a kiss on the cheek before sipping from her mug.
He was still partially asleep, but going from the bed to the couch sounded like a pretty good idea. Besides, it was his birthday, if you couldn't lounge about then, when could you? The cake looked good, but he needed to wake up first. He held out his hand to borrow her mug. "Just a sip? Maybe two?" He'd summon a cup himself shortly, but the need for caffeine was too great.
Anaïs pretended to pout as he requested the coffee, before jokingly holding out the cup, tracing the fingertips of her other hand over his scalp. “Good thing it’s your birthday and we can get more,” she grinned, a teasing note to her voice.
Hearing the dogs pad about in the other room, the soft whoosh of hairy tails in the air, she cracked; “I’ve fed them already, so if they tell you otherwise, don’t believe ‘em.”
True to his word, Pip only took a few sips of the borrowed coffee before passing it back to Anaïs. "Thank you," he murmured, eyes closing as he relaxed into his touch. They would have to get going to family functions later in the day, but right now he was happy to lay about.
"Don't they deserve a little extra? It's my birthday, after all." He was a terrible softie when it came to the dogs. Or his nephews and niece. Or young fans. But only that, really.
“It’s YOUR birthday, not theirs,” Anaïs replied casually, always the more disciplined one when it came to spoiling their animals. Sipping more of her coffee, she let the fingers of her free hand trail repeatedly over his scalp, slowly soothing him into a more awake state as she sat on his lap. “Besides, we have the birthday breakfast cake, and that part is definitely not going to be good for them.”
All the more reason for them all to celebrate, but Pip remained quiet. He'd probably end up sneaking bits of cake to the dogs anyway. As long as said cake wasn't chocolate. "I should probably get up and fix my own cup of coffee." He glanced up at her. "Need anything while I'm up?" Of course, she would have to shift positions, but that was irrelevant.
Anaïs thought that Pip seemed uncharacteristically quiet that morning, but said nothing just yet. It was, after all, still early. “Nope, all good,” she replied, shuffling over so she was sitting beside him on the couch, instead of across his lap.
She turned her face towards his, ready for a kiss before he actually did have to leave the cosiness of the couch.
Dropping a kiss, Pip finally stood up and stretched, sighing in satisfaction as his muscles creaked and cracked. It wasn't that his body was telling him that he was old, because he certainly had several years of prime playing time ahead of him, but the years of playing professionally were making their presence known.
It did not take him long to make himself a cup of coffee, there was still plenty left in the coffee maker so all it took was a healthy dollop of maple syrup and cream before he was back at the couch, settling back down. "What's first, cake or presents?"
Drawing her legs up underneath her, Anais took a long, satisfying sip of her own coffee as she watched Pip pottering about the house. Although not an especially reserved person herself, there were times where she could really appreciate sitting back and enjoying these domestic moments.
“We could do presents first, if you like?” she offered. “Then you can relax with your cake before we get ready to go out”.
Any excuse he could use to delay their traveling, the better. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy celebrating the holiday, but there were times that his family could be exhausting. And with his birthday the same day he couldn’t exactly make an excuse to not show his face. At least now with Anaïs they could go to her family celebrations as well. It was no less large, but it was a bit quieter or maybe because he was still somewhat new they did not feel like they could force him into activities he was not up to participating in.
“Yes, presents and then cake,” Pip agreed. “Though I imagine that we will have to get dressed at some point too. Later.”
Reaching over him for her wand, which lay on the table beside him, Anaïs carefully levitated a couple of gifts from under the tree, making them hover in the sip so that Pip could choose which one to open first. They were mostly from her - one or two jokingly labelled from the dogs - but one or two were from their other friends who they wouldn’t see for a few days. She presumed that the family they were due to see that day would have their own gifts from him.
“Happy Birthday, mon amour,” she said cheerfully, kissing him again. She always wished him a happy birthday, rather than anything festive, so the day was more about him exclusively.
With shreds of wrapping paper surrounding them and the small stack of birthday presents (he didn’t think of them as anything but, Christmas would come later, as it always did) stacked somewhat haphazardly in front of him, Pip sat relaxed and loose limbed. He really didn’t want to get up and start the rest of the day. “Thanks,” he murmured, leaning his head against hers.
“What do you say to going back to bed and telling everyone that we got snowed in?” The excuse wouldn’t hold water, especially with magic so freely at their fingertips, but he had to at least try.
The redhead giggled, her own hair mixing with his as they snuggled on the couch. “Sounds like a plan to me. Maybe our wands mysteriously vanished so we can’t get out of the house…”
Before too long, the two of them were joined by a couple of oversized fluff balls in the shape of Rusty and Nelson, the two dogs wagging their tails excitedly as if ready to go themselves. Anaïs sighed a little, reaching down to scritch Nelson, her own dog, behind the ears.
“Guess we better get moving,” she said, and began to get up.
He tugged her back against him before she could get too far. “Misplaced wands remember? Snowed in. It’s all terribly tragic. We’ll have to send our apologies tomorrow.” Pip laughed and used his own want to summon a blanket. “It’s a total snow day.”
Anaïs giggled as she fell back onto the couch (and Pip), snuggling in as he summoned the blanket. “That, mon amour, sounds like an excellent plan.”