#ManCity drabble

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all I want for christmas

Player: John Stones Word: 1038 Warnings: None, babydaddy!John, fluff Request: Present shopping You left no suggestions anon, so I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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“Are you sure you’re okay taking them both?” she asked him as she fixed Willow’s bobble hat. The plan was for John to take both children shopping while she got the gifts Father Christmas would bring. John could tell she was nervous about leaving the children, but mainly baby Ollie with him. He knew it wasn’t because she didn’t trust him, it was more because Oliver was only six months old. 

“I’m sure. Oliver is asleep in his carrier and Willow is so excited to pick out a gift for mummy, aren’t you baby?” John said, gently tugging on his daughter’s arm who nodded excitedly. 

“Go, love. I’ve got this. We’ll meet you at the restaurant for lunch,” he reassured her when he saw the worry etch itself between her brows. She gave him a quick kiss, brushing a finger over their son’s head before kneeling down in front of Willow. 

“You be good for daddy, okay?”

“I always good mummy,” Willow said, making her mother chuckle. She stood back up and took the car keys John held out for her. They watched her walk away before John looked down at his 4-year-old. 

“Okay sweet pea, what do you want to get mummy for Christmas?”

Willow thought for a moment before her face broke out in a smile. 

“Mummy always steals my pencils when we draw, so pencils! And a mug for tea!”

“Those are great ideas baby, let’s go find mummy some pencils,” John said with a smile and started them off in the direction of an art supply shop. Ever since their daughter was born, they had made sure that the focus during the holidays would be on giving and not receiving. They knew their children would grow up in a privileged position because of John’s line of work and both found it important that they taught that to their children.

“I can’t find the pencils daddy,” Willow said as she looked around the shop, still holding his hand.

“I think they’re over there, sweet pea,” John said, pointing towards the back. Willow pretty much skipped over to the display, taking in all the different brands and types of colouring pencils. To the four-year-old the brand names meant very little, and John knew that his wife wouldn’t care much either whether they’d be Faber-Castell or some house name brand; as long as Willow had picked them, she’d treasure them. 

“Remember you have £20,- to spend and you also want to get mummy a new mug,” John gently explained as Willow looked at all the tins of pencils. 

“If I get this one daddy, do I still have moneys for a mug?” she asked, pointing to a set that cost around ten pounds.

“You do, well done baby,” he praised his daughter. He was stunned every day by how clever she was and how fast she was growing up now that she had started school. John cherished spending time with her, especially with his hectic schedule. 

Willow carefully picked up the tin and made her way over to the till.

“Hi!” she said as she placed it down for the employee to scan.

“Oh hey little miss,” the woman behind the till said, “Would you like it gift wrapped?” 

“Yes, please,” Willow answered, “It’s for my mummy. For Christmas,” she added, resting her hands on the edge of the counter as she stood on her tiptoes so she could watch. The woman smiled, continuing to make small talk with the little girl as she expertly wrapped the gift. John handed Willow a twenty pound note so she could pay for her own gift.

“There you go sweetheart, and here’s your change,” the woman said, giving Willow the money back.

“Thank you!” the little girl replied, handing her dad the money while she took the paper bag with her mum’s Christmas present. 

“Daddy, what does this say?” Willow asked when they were standing in front of a display of holiday-themed mugs. She pointed at a cream coloured mug with red lettering and decorated with a Christmas tree sitting in a cup of tea. 

“That one says Christmas tea oh Christmas tea ,” John said, swaying slightly from side to side to settle Oliver who had just woken up. 

“Really?” she asked, looking up at him. John chuckled and nodded.

“Yes, sweet pea, really. And you have enough money left to get it if you want.” 

“Mummy will love it. She loves Christmas and she loves tea!” Willow said excitedly as she carefully picked up the mug. John couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Okay baby, let’s go pay and then we’re going to get lunch,” he said, steering her in the direction of the till. 

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By the time they arrived at the restaurant, his wife had already gotten them a table. Willow spotted her mum and ran inside, flinging herself into her mother’s arms.

“Mummy! I got all your presents! But it’s a surprise so I can’t tell you what I got!” the girl rambled excitedly as she let her mum help her out of her coat. John chuckled and leaned down as best he could with Oliver still strapped to his chest to give her a kiss.

“Hey love,” he murmured. She smiled back at him in return before focussing her attention back on Willow. John unzipped his coat and undid the straps of the carrier so he could put Oliver in the high chair.

“Sounds like you had fun with daddy, my darling girl.” Willow nodded her head as she climbed onto the chair in between her parents. John leant back in the chair as he watched her help Willow navigate the menu. Oliver was happily playing with some toys, babbling away. John couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found such a warm and caring person in his wife to share life with, who in turn had gifted him with two amazing children. As if she could read his mind, his wife looked up from the menu and gave him a wink. John knew she had also bought his present while she had the time, but in all honesty this was all he wanted for Christmas: just spending time with his little family. 

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