Gifts For Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

Cedrick’s wife mumbled, and the siblings a kiss of each of their foreheads. The kids then just smiled at them. "Thank you, Ninang Sexy, Ninong Cutie," they thanked them and hurriedly opened the boxes. The three jump in glee when they saw what is inside the box. Lucien receives a silver chess board, while Lurise has a complete set of a fantasy series book, and for Lurien it's an album from her favorite boy band. Gabriel was the last one to give his gift and what he handed to the triplets made us in awe. He just gave each one of them a one gold credit card. And that card has no limit! God! He always spoils his nieces and nephew.

“Dad!” “Don’t make that face. It makes perfect sense. One for every year I lost by your side. They’re all in the car, along with some gifts I brought for my beautiful granddaughter, too.” Griffin reached into his coat, pulling out a rectangular envelope “Here, this is the smallest of all, size-wise. But, something tells me it's what will make you happier than any jewelry or perfume.”

He held the pearl necklace up for a close examination and dropped it in the can without hesitation. “Since my wife doesn’t care for it, I should just get rid of it.” He came close to him and plucked my chin, his eyes reflecting complicated emotions beyond my comprehension. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. Just get anything you want. Surely, that should cheer you up, my dear wife.” I looked into his eyes and let out a soft laugh. “Okay. That works out well since I need to get a gift.” “A gift? Who is it for?” Dominick frowned.

She took his hand, squeezing gently, but her eyes lingered on me, shy and flushed. I shot her a cold glare. “How’s your health, Grandpa?” she asked softly. “Good,” he chuckled. “Oh—before I forget,” she added. “This is for you.” Her assistant stepped forward with a leather box. “Cinnamon leaves,” she explained. “They’re good for the lungs and overall health.” Grandpa laughed, pleased, taking the gift and nudging my stomach with his elbow. I gave him a cold look. “This is Devon,” he announced. “My grandson. CEO of FinTech Constructions.”

The elderly florist smiled at her, receiving her warmly. “Do you want something special, sweetheart?” Zara offered a small smile. “I want something simple. Just... fresh and gentle. And a small box of chocolates too.” “Apology gift? Sounds like one,” the woman asked knowingly. Zara nodded with a brief smile. “More like... closure. Something along that line. I'm not sure if apology will cut it.” "Just do your part diligently. Who knows? Your sincerity might touch their heart." the elder encouraged her as she handed over the items to her with a bright smile that eased her tension a bit.

"My grandson’s beautiful wife." I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I stepped forward. "It’s so nice to finally meet you, sir." "None of that ‘sir’ nonsense," he said, waving a hand. "Call me Grandpa like Adrian does." I laughed softly. "Alright, Grandpa." Adrian pulled out the gift we’d chosen and handed it to him. "We brought you something." Grandpa’s face lit up as he opened the box. "A wooden keepsake box," he said, running a hand over the carvings. "It’s beautiful. Thank you, both of you."

She obliged and left after giving him a kiss on the lips. "I see you chose not to run?" the old man smiled and began walking. Ethan trailed after him quietly into a smaller living room, more like a lounge. Grandpa Reed settled into one of the cushion chairs. Ethan sat across him. "I wasn't running grandpa, I finally prepared a proper birthday gift". "The painting....." Ethan began, "how would you enjoy having the painter as a late birthday gift?" A sparkle flashed through the old man's eye before he could subdue it.

Looking at Ellie, I say, “You really are trying to get my grandparents to like you. Your gift was cheap and embarrassing. How could you give something like that?” Ellie shows no emotion as she responds, “I asked multiple times about gifts. Your grandmother likes pictures, so I made her an album. Don’t worry, once I’m gone, the few pictures of me that were included can be replaced.” Annoyed with her lack of emotion, I yell, “It was a cheap gift! You humiliated me by putting my name on something like that! The only reason my grandmother said thank you was to be polite.” Ellie takes a deep breath, then asks, “What are some gift ideas that would be better for next year?”

After that he turns to look at me and his eyes are warm and approving. "Thank you, my dear. This is extraordinary." Whispering a small thank you to Liam, I incline my head and say to the old man. "I'm glad you like it." Meanwhile is Noah frozen where he stands, humiliation written across every line of his body. After patting my hand and thanking me for the gift again, the old man looks at him with something close to disappointment. "Stop being such a baby, Noah." He snals. "The only reason I'm not having you escorted out for this display is because you're my grandson. But if you don't quietly enjoy this party from now, I will kick you out."

After Maxine and Patrick counted the gifts one last time, the emcee said, “Maxine and Patrick have prepared a number of gifts. “A painting from a famous painter in the 1890s valued at two million! “A hundred-year-old wild herbal ginseng, and a blessed bracelet from St. John Church, brought back by Patrick himself. Together, these gifts are intended to wish Master and Madam Otter good health and longevity.” The crowd applauded after the master of ceremony ended the announcement. Maxine and Patrick prepared three gifts for the elders. Each present easily surpassed the values of the gifts that came before them. The hundred-year-old wild ginseng and the blessed bracelet from St. John Church were