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Are you wearing my flannel? This just has to be done with Flip :) Please and thank you for the writing!

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! I love this prompt, I hope you enjoy the silly little something that I've written :)

1.1k, no warnings just married bickering lol

He catches you in the garage, when he comes home. The garage door is open, the radio is playing to keep you company, and you’ve got yourself searching in one of the big storage cabinets for something. Flip watches you with an amused smirk on his face, wanting to wait until you’re not in danger of banging your head to startle you.

He doesn’t have to wait too long, because eventually you swear and snap your finger, getting your head out from under the shelves and straightening out your back.

“What are you doing?” Flip announces his presence, and you do jump ever so slightly, alarm on your face for a moment before it melts into something adoring.

“Oh you’re home early!” You beam at him, brushing your hands off on the legs of your pants and stepping over boxes in the garage to get to him, before throwing your arms around his neck.

“Thought I’d take my favorite girl out for a surprise lunch today.” Flip peppers your cheeks with kisses, making you laugh at the way his goatee scratches you all over, tickling you. “Weather’s too good to stay inside.”

“Is that what you told Bridges to let you out early?” You raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

“I may or may not be doing recon right now.” Scratching the back of his neck, Flip replies in that tone of his that absolutely means he isn’t supposed to be home right now.

“Ah, I see, and the enemy is at the deli?” You roll your eyes and smack one loud kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“Of course not.” Flip scoffs, as if such an idea were preposterous, “He’s at the diner.”

You grin, you haven’t been to the diner in ages. It wasn’t for lack of want, you just never seemed to have the time, and your fridge was always -- thankfully -- stocked with foods that needed preparing for your family. But Flip was right, it is a beautiful day; crisp and cool but sunny. It’s why you’ve got the garage door open to work on organizing all of your husband’s shit.

You look down at your clothes then, the simple top tucked into a pair of pants, an easy lounge around outfit for cleaning that definitely has dirt and dust all over it now. You make your way back through the garage, throwing over your shoulder, “Let me just change.”

“Don’t hold me in suspense for too long.” Flip calls after you, waiting by his truck out in the driveway.

He lights up a cigarette, and enjoys the rustling of the dried leaves as they fall, before nearly choking on a sharp inhale when you emerge from the house once again. You’re all dressed up to go out in public, but what catches his eye is the coat you’re shrugging onto your shoulders.

“Is that my flannel?” Flip frowns, recognizing the lining of your coat as one of his more worn patterns.

“Hm?” You’re only half listening to him as you look through your purse to make sure you’ve got what you need before closing the garage door and effectively locking yourself out of the house.

“That flannel, it’s mine.” Flip puts his hands on his hips and scoffs, “Or, it was anyway.”

“Oh, it had a big hole, so I was going to get rid of it -- ”

“Hey I’ve been looking for that, you know!” Flip shakes his head, starts talking with his hands in that way that he does, waving his cigarette all over the place.

“You have not, you didn’t even notice it was missing.” You shoot back, tying the coat around your waist with the belt that’s attached to it.

“But -- ”

“Anyway, I was going to throw it out because it was too big a hole for me to mend, but then I ran into that nice man that works at the tailoring store on 2nd Street, and he told me he could have one of the seamstresses fashion it into something usable, so I figured why not.” You shrug, approaching his truck, waiting for him to open the door for you.

Instead, he cages you in against the door of the truck with his arms, bracketing them around you and pressing real close to your body.

“You ought to ask a fella before cutting up his clothes, ketsl.” Flip gives you a pointed look, and you give an apologetic smile in return.

“It was coming apart at the seams anyway honey.” You say, and the two of you engage in a little staring contest before Flip breaks, and opens the car door for you, gives you a hand to steady yourself as you climb up into the passenger seat.

“Still, it’s the principle of the thing. How would you feel if I turned one of your pretty dresses into a pair of trousers to flaunt and be beautiful around in?” He continues as he walks around the truck, hops in himself and starts the engine.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You beam at him, giving him your best doe eyes, batting your lashes. You know he can’t resist you when you’re like that, and you’re right -- he goes bright red in the face.

“Of course I do.” He mumbles, as though you’re both teenagers again and not married, “And I think you’re sneaky.”

“I like to think of it as resourceful. Besides, now whenever you’re not around, I can put this on and it’s like you’re right here with me. It smells like your cigarettes still, even after all those damn washes.”

“What else have you turned my flannels into?” Flip pulls out of the driveway, and peers over his shoulder at you while he backs out onto the street, curiosity getting to him.

“Rags for cleaning.” You say with a playful wince, and Flip groans.

“You wound me.”

“Well it’s been years and you’re just now noticing, so we’ll call it a flesh wound.”

“You’re lucky I love you ketsl.” Flip tsks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and you laugh, because yes, you are.

“You have to admit that the flannel looks better in my coat than in the garbage though, don’t you?” You ask rhetorically.

And Flip can’t argue with you on that one, because as the afternoon autumn sun shines through the windshield and illuminates your pretty face, he can’t help but think that yes, of course it does.

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