Stealthily, Connor made his way over to his father. Haytham was taking a little nap at his desk it seemed, so the young man silently made his way over to the other, a small box in his hands.
He had gotten a small box of very delicious chocolates, and had been able to hide them successfully for the couple of days that he’d them before Valentine’s Day. Connor crept up to Haytham and gently placed the box next to one of his father’s hands and snuck off.
Or rather, he tried to. One of Haytham’s hands had come out from under his head to hold onto one of his wrists. “Thank you for the gift, Connor.”
“You are welcome, Haytham.” Connor answered back.
Haytham lightly tugged Connor closer to him, pressing a loving kiss to the other’s lips, a pleased hum rumbling through the older man’s chest. He tucked a rose behind one of Connor’s ears and said, “Happy Valentine’s day, darling.”
“Happy Valentine’s day, love.” Connor responded, as a small smile appearing on his face as he hugged Haytham tightly, enjoying the closeness.