“Oh, you are hammered.” Wynonna grins as she catches her sister, rescuing Waverly from falling completely to the ground. Waverly spins them in a circle before pulling back with a bright smile.
“It’s m’birthday,” she says with a nod. “I’m allowed to get a little hammered.” Then her grin turns saucy. “And maybe a little nailed—”
“Okay, what you and Nicole do in the privacy of your own bedroom is not for me to hear about when I’m still completely sober.” Wynonna points to the bar. “If you’re going to talk about that, we’re doing shots.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Waverly follows Wynonna to the bar, and what follows is, in fact, a great deal of shots. Possibly more than Waverly should have had, given how much she’s already consumed. Her head is going to hate her for it in the morning, but she’s needed a night of not being wound so tight.
Sometimes it sucks to be the responsible one, and you shouldn’t have to be responsible for your birthday.
A few hours later, she’s sobering up some as she and Wynonna sit next to the bonfire, wrapped in blankets. She shifts, resting her head against Wynonna’s shoulder with a sigh. “I missed you. I’m glad you could come.”
“I would not have missed this for the world.” Wynonna squeezes her hand gently. “It’s my favorite person’s birthday. There’s no place else I’d rather be.”
The phrasing of that strikes something in her. “Can I tell you what I want for my birthday next year, even though it's still my birthday?”
Wynonna snorts. “It’s your birthday, kid. You make the rules.”
“Mmmm. Next year for my birthday, I want you to take me somewhere.”
“Take you somewhere?” Wynonna raises an eyebrow. “Like where? The moon?”
“No, silly.” Waverly shrugs. “I’ve never been anywhere. And now Nicole can’t take me anywhere, but you can.” Her head lifts so that she’s looking her sister in the eye. “It can be an annual thing. Our birthdays are so close together, maybe it can be an Earp Sister Birthday Adventure.”
Wynonna grins. “I’d like that. Any preferences about where you want to go?”
“Somewhere not Purgatory. And also not in the Ghost River Triangle.”
“That’s a very broad category, but I think I can make it work.” A beat. “You’re probably not going to remember this when you wake up, will you?”
Waverly shakes her head. “Nope. Probably not.” Waverly knows herself when she’s drunk, and she’s not that sober yet.
Wynonna nods before kissing the top of her head. “Good. It’ll be a surprise.”
Waverly nods as she closes her eyes. “Just make sure you clear it with Nicole first.”
“Always.”
Waverly drifts off not long after that, basking in the comfort of having her favorite person around.
* * * * *
“You packed, baby girl?”
“Packed?” Waverly glances up at Wynonna, brow furrowing with confusion. She can’t help but feel like she’s forgetting something. If it’s something that she has to pack for, you would think that Waverly would have had knowledge of it in the past. But nothing is connecting, and Wynonna grins.
“You don’t remember.”
“Don’t remember what?”
“Last year, on your birthday, you asked me to come kidnap you for a birthday trip for the two of us.”
Waverly blinks, because she doesn’t remember this conversation. “How drunk was I? Wait, how drunk were you? You remembered.” It’s a roller coaster of emotion, ranging from confusion to surprise to happiness, but honestly, Waverly is touched. She shouldn’t be surprised that her sister remembered something important to her, but with Wynonna’s track record, it’s better to embrace the wins rather than remembering the disappointments.
“You were very drunk. I was not very, and of course I remembered.” Wynonna slings an arm around her shoulders. “And I even cleared it with Nicole behind your back to make sure that your schedule was clear and that I wouldn’t get arrested on the way out of town.”
“Aww,” Waverly smiles at both of them. “Thanks, guys. This is probably the best gift I’ve gotten in a long time.”
“Of course.” Nicole presses a kiss to her temple as she passes by. “Just send me all the pictures, okay?”
“Deal.” Waverly waits until Nicole passes out of the room before turning back to her sister. “So, where are we going? How much do I have to pack? What do I have to pack for?”
“Before you get too excited, we’re just going to Minneapolis.” Wynonna holds up her hands. “We’ll start small and save up for the big stuff, alright?”
Waverly tries to smother her excitement somewhat, as she’s never been to Minneapolis, but the promise of there being more is just as exciting, and she throws her arms around her sister to hug her tightly. “Thank you. You don’t know what this means to me.”
“I have an inkling. You only ask for the stuff you really want when you’re drunk.” Wynonna presses a kiss to her temple. “Go get packing. We’ll want to leave in an hour if we want to make good time.”
“Yes ma’am,” Waverly grins, before bouncing up to her room to pack. This is probably going to be one of her best birthdays in a long time. She can’t wait to get started.
* * * * *
They hit the road on time and while there’s a minor hiccup at the edge of the Ghost River Triangle, to make sure Waverly can make it through without losing all her memories, the rest of the trip flows pretty smoothly. Nicole gets pictures from various landmarks like the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden or a game at TCF Bank Stadium. There’s also the fair share of bars, because it’s not an Earp adventure without a bit of alcohol.
Their last night in town, they find a spot for dinner with a decent view of the Grand Rounds Byway, so they can see the bridge over the water. As Wynonna returns to their table with drinks from the bar, she gives her sister a little nudge.
“So. A good birthday trip for a first go?”
Waverly smiles back at her before nodding. “Yeah. It was everything I wanted it to be.”
“You really need to stop setting the bar so low, Waves.” Wynonna settles into her seat and sips her whiskey. “There are way cooler things to see out there that aren’t Minneapolis.”
Waverly laughs. “Yeah, but you said we were saving up for those. And considering I completely forgot, I asked you for this and you totally could have gotten away with getting me another gift certificate for nerd books, as you so eloquently but it, it’s definitely exceeded expectations.”
“I’m trying to get better at that,” Wynonna nods. “I’ll admit I’ve been a shitty sister.”
“You weren’t shitty. You just weren’t always thoughtful. Those are two different things.”
“Are they though?” Wynonna asks.
“Of the two sisters I’ve had, you’re the one who hasn’t tried to kill me, so yeah, I think I know what a shitty sister is.” Waverly pauses as she reaches over and takes her hand. “And this trip wouldn’t mean nearly as much to me if we weren’t doing it together.”
“Making up for lost time.” Wynonna nods and squeezes her hand back. “I get it.”
“Do you think we could swing through Miracle on the way home?” Waverly offers a hesitant smile. “I haven’t seen Alice since… well, she was Alice.” And she makes a gesture to show a small baby that would fit in her arms.
“Might take an extra day to get home.”
“I’ll let Nicole know that demons have not kidnapped us. We’re just taking a detour.” Waverly smiles as she turns to watch the sunset, keeping Wynonna close. Tomorrow they’ll get in Wynonna’s truck and head off to see Gus and then return home to her wife and her life. And Waverly knows nothing would make her happier until the next year comes around again.
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“Oh, you are hammered.” Wynonna grins as she catches her sister, rescuing Waverly from falling completely to the ground. Waverly spins them in a circle before pulling back with a bright smile.
“It’s m’birthday,” she says with a nod. “I’m allowed to get a little hammered.” Then her grin turns saucy. “And maybe a little nailed—”
“Okay, what you and Nicole do in the privacy of your own bedroom is not for me to hear about when I’m still completely sober.” Wynonna points to the bar. “If you’re going to talk about that, we’re doing shots.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Waverly follows Wynonna to the bar, and what follows is, in fact, a great deal of shots. Possibly more than Waverly should have had, given how much she’s already consumed. Her head is going to hate her for it in the morning, but she’s needed a night of not being wound so tight.
Sometimes it sucks to be the responsible one, and you shouldn’t have to be responsible for your birthday.
A few hours later, she’s sobering up some as she and Wynonna sit next to the bonfire, wrapped in blankets. She shifts, resting her head against Wynonna’s shoulder with a sigh. “I missed you. I’m glad you could come.”
“I would not have missed this for the world.” Wynonna squeezes her hand gently. “It’s my favorite person’s birthday. There’s no place else I’d rather be.”
The phrasing of that strikes something in her. “Can I tell you what I want for my birthday next year, even though it's still my birthday?”
Wynonna snorts. “It’s your birthday, kid. You make the rules.”
“Mmmm. Next year for my birthday, I want you to take me somewhere.”
“Take you somewhere?” Wynonna raises an eyebrow. “Like where? The moon?”
“No, silly.” Waverly shrugs. “I’ve never been anywhere. And now Nicole can’t take me anywhere, but you can.” Her head lifts so that she’s looking her sister in the eye. “It can be an annual thing. Our birthdays are so close together, maybe it can be an Earp Sister Birthday Adventure.”
Wynonna grins. “I’d like that. Any preferences about where you want to go?”
“Somewhere not Purgatory. And also not in the Ghost River Triangle.”
“That’s a very broad category, but I think I can make it work.” A beat. “You’re probably not going to remember this when you wake up, will you?”
Waverly shakes her head. “Nope. Probably not.” Waverly knows herself when she’s drunk, and she’s not that sober yet.
Wynonna nods before kissing the top of her head. “Good. It’ll be a surprise.”
Waverly nods as she closes her eyes. “Just make sure you clear it with Nicole first.”
“Always.”
Waverly drifts off not long after that, basking in the comfort of having her favorite person around.
“You packed, baby girl?”
“Packed?” Waverly glances up at Wynonna, brow furrowing with confusion. She can’t help but feel like she’s forgetting something. If it’s something that she has to pack for, you would think that Waverly would have had knowledge of it in the past. But nothing is connecting, and Wynonna grins.
“You don’t remember.”
“Don’t remember what?”
“Last year, on your birthday, you asked me to come kidnap you for a birthday trip for the two of us.”
Waverly blinks, because she doesn’t remember this conversation. “How drunk was I? Wait, how drunk were you? You remembered.” It’s a roller coaster of emotion, ranging from confusion to surprise to happiness, but honestly, Waverly is touched. She shouldn’t be surprised that her sister remembered something important to her, but with Wynonna’s track record, it’s better to embrace the wins rather than remembering the disappointments.
“You were very drunk. I was not very, and of course I remembered.” Wynonna slings an arm around her shoulders. “And I even cleared it with Nicole behind your back to make sure that your schedule was clear and that I wouldn’t get arrested on the way out of town.”
“Aww,” Waverly smiles at both of them. “Thanks, guys. This is probably the best gift I’ve gotten in a long time.”
“Of course.” Nicole presses a kiss to her temple as she passes by. “Just send me all the pictures, okay?”
“Deal.” Waverly waits until Nicole passes out of the room before turning back to her sister. “So, where are we going? How much do I have to pack? What do I have to pack for?”
“Before you get too excited, we’re just going to Minneapolis.” Wynonna holds up her hands. “We’ll start small and save up for the big stuff, alright?”
Waverly tries to smother her excitement somewhat, as she’s never been to Minneapolis, but the promise of there being more is just as exciting, and she throws her arms around her sister to hug her tightly. “Thank you. You don’t know what this means to me.”
“I have an inkling. You only ask for the stuff you really want when you’re drunk.” Wynonna presses a kiss to her temple. “Go get packing. We’ll want to leave in an hour if we want to make good time.”
“Yes ma’am,” Waverly grins, before bouncing up to her room to pack. This is probably going to be one of her best birthdays in a long time. She can’t wait to get started.
They hit the road on time and while there’s a minor hiccup at the edge of the Ghost River Triangle, to make sure Waverly can make it through without losing all her memories, the rest of the trip flows pretty smoothly. Nicole gets pictures from various landmarks like the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden or a game at TCF Bank Stadium. There’s also the fair share of bars, because it’s not an Earp adventure without a bit of alcohol.
Their last night in town, they find a spot for dinner with a decent view of the Grand Rounds Byway, so they can see the bridge over the water. As Wynonna returns to their table with drinks from the bar, she gives her sister a little nudge.
“So. A good birthday trip for a first go?”
Waverly smiles back at her before nodding. “Yeah. It was everything I wanted it to be.”
“You really need to stop setting the bar so low, Waves.” Wynonna settles into her seat and sips her whiskey. “There are way cooler things to see out there that aren’t Minneapolis.”
Waverly laughs. “Yeah, but you said we were saving up for those. And considering I completely forgot, I asked you for this and you totally could have gotten away with getting me another gift certificate for nerd books, as you so eloquently but it, it’s definitely exceeded expectations.”
“I’m trying to get better at that,” Wynonna nods. “I’ll admit I’ve been a shitty sister.”
“You weren’t shitty. You just weren’t always thoughtful. Those are two different things.”
“Are they though?” Wynonna asks.
“Of the two sisters I’ve had, you’re the one who hasn’t tried to kill me, so yeah, I think I know what a shitty sister is.” Waverly pauses as she reaches over and takes her hand. “And this trip wouldn’t mean nearly as much to me if we weren’t doing it together.”
“Making up for lost time.” Wynonna nods and squeezes her hand back. “I get it.”
“Do you think we could swing through Miracle on the way home?” Waverly offers a hesitant smile. “I haven’t seen Alice since… well, she was Alice.” And she makes a gesture to show a small baby that would fit in her arms.
“Might take an extra day to get home.”
“I’ll let Nicole know that demons have not kidnapped us. We’re just taking a detour.” Waverly smiles as she turns to watch the sunset, keeping Wynonna close. Tomorrow they’ll get in Wynonna’s truck and head off to see Gus and then return home to her wife and her life. And Waverly knows nothing would make her happier until the next year comes around again.
One trip down, hopefully many more to go.