Rig looked at the Christmas displays, shook his head. He wasn’t ready. They seemed to go up earlier every year, the season becoming more and more about buying shit and less about the people you loved. He rubbed the back of his neck, rolled his shoulders. God, he was getting old.
He caught sight of Rock. Thank God, he was ready to get the hell out of the mall. His Marine took a right, though, instead of coming toward him. Frowning, he headed in the same direction, catching up quickly as Rock was moving at a snail’s pace.
The crowd in front of him dispersed somewhat, offering him a clear view of Rock, laden down with about five hundred grocery bags, a little old lady next to him. A taxi pulled up and Rock loaded the bags into the trunk while the lady slipped into the back seat. The topper was when his Marine leaned in toward the driver and handed over a couple of bills.
Oh. Oh, his Blue. His beautiful Marine.
Rock watched the taxi go, then turned and wandered toward the fountain where they were supposed to meet.
Rig leaned for a second, and suddenly the lights seemed brighter, the music happier. He could believe in a Merry Christmas after all, thanks to his Blue.
Rig and his Marines are from the Jarheads series, you can find links and all the titles here.
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