[[ milliways, upstairs ]]

[justdidntseeit]

After leaving a few notes and gifts with Bar, Kate returns upstairs.

She still has one more to deliver.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

"You're welcome."

He smiles, gathering up the wrapping paper.

"Glad I went ahead an' broke the rule."

[justdidntseeit]

Her cheeks warm and she sets aside her gifts to help with the clean-up effort.

"Me, too."

A beat.

"That I did, too."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Offering to take any trash from her, he stands in front of her.

"The gifts were great. I think this turned out as a real good Christmas."

[justdidntseeit]

"It did. But -- "

She smirks up at him as she steps close, then closer, to press a crumpled ball of wrapping paper into his hands.

"We'll do it all over again in a few months in South Carolina. For real."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Smiling wide at the thought of another Christmas, and going home, he nods.

"Sounds like a great plan. 'Specially if it means I get more presents."

[justdidntseeit]

She places her fingertips on his stomach and gives him a gentle, playful push.

"You're just holding out for that Brady cut-out."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

That gets a laugh, and he shakes his head at her.

"You think you're funny, but just wait. It's gonna be an all Colts Christmas for you now."

[justdidntseeit]

Oh-so-smug, "Only because you want to see me in a jersey."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Could be."

With a smirk, he takes the papers to the trashcan in the kitchen.

[justdidntseeit]

She watches him go, cheeks hot and a silly, helpless smile gracing her mouth.

Merry Milliways Christmas, she thinks to herself, glancing at the tree and the ridiculous number of gifts Boo had gleefully unwrapped.

Letting out a soft, silent sigh of contentment, she pockets the whistle and gathers the rest of her presents to put away.