AND BABY I’LL ADMIT I’VE BEEN A LITTLE SUPERSTITIOUS
FINGERS CROSSED UNTIL YOU PUT YOUR HAND ON MINE
The clouds are grey, angry and threatening to begin the hailstorm as I drive home. Merging through traffic and abusing the commuter lane to get home faster. Anything to get out of these scrubs, to wash my hair, curl in bed in my sweatpants and cuddle my fiancé when he comes home.
When I finally get home; the house is still dark. Lights turned off.. I should’ve known this as Quinn’s car isn’t parked on the other side of the driveway. I unlock the door and shut the alarm off; toeing my shoes off and reaching to turn the lights on and start some music before I begin pondering about dinner.
The first thing on my list is to shower; scrub the smell of sick off my hair and enjoy the four days off I have. Working the entirety of Halloween and thanksgiving had its payoffs. I get to spend new years and Christmas off.
I grab a pair of clean clothes; thankful Quinn had processed laundry whilst I was away and eagerly step into the shower. Washing my hair; even shaving my legs.
I’m walking around the kitchen; post shower. Sipping on a Diet Coke I had left to marinate. The fridge is empty of things that sound actively appealing and appetizing.
I pop my phone open and text Quinn; hopeful that the service at the rink is having a good day and that he’ll see this message before he pulls into the driveway
Hii my darling precious beautiful loving amazing fantastic sweet handsome fiancé!!
Thots on sushi night
Aka I forgot to go grocery shopping:)
Plz say yes and plz pick up b4 u come home I am begging and hungry 😋 🙏🙏😊😊😊
Lovvv uuuu ❤️❤️
He usually takes a while to respond; if he responds ever. Sometimes he just does what I ask and doesn’t inform me. Which I can’t truly be mad about.
I sit down on the couch, popping my feet up and turning the TV on to watch whatever’s on. A horror movie. Nope; I flick to the next channel; news. Nope. Finally I turn onto Netflix and watch greys anatomy, even if the medical inaccuracy guts my stomach and makes me want to barf
Hi sweetie, sounds good I’ll be home shortly
I appreciate the compliments ;)
Do you want what u always get ?
Yes plz ❤️ ilyy and I’ll syd when ur home ;)
I laugh softly at the flirtation; knowing his face has gone red- and he’s probably rubbing his eyes at the idea.
He gets home, swiftly unlocking the door and placing the bags of food on the counter and putting his hockey stuff by the entrance. He knows I’ll bug him about putting it in the garage but for now. I accept it.
“Hi gorgeous, I brought dinner” He smiles and winks softly and I grin standing up from the couch and walking to the kitchen to help him get plates and water.
“It’s like you can read my mind!” I laugh softly as I open the takeout bags and place the sushi onto the island table.
“Basically” He leans over and kisses my hair, “you smell good, I like this shampoo”
I sit at the counter and start eating and Quinn sits next to me, “my hair is a lot less fried than it was before. I want it to be healthy before the wedding”
He nods, “yeah you haven’t gotten it highlighted in a while. I can almost see the natural color” I poke him with my chopstick, “I like your natural color. I like the highlights too but the natural color is soo pretty baby”
I smile and roll my eyes at him as I continue eating. We eat in silence, “practice was good?” I ask this question at the worst time- just as he’d taken a bite from the sushi roll
“Mnh” he nods, “my defense is getting better, I do tend to play offensively” he finally says when he finishes chewing, “come’ere”
I lean forward and he thumbs at something on my cheek, “you got somthin. There you go” he says affectionately.
I smile and sigh gently picking up another piece to eat, “I got Christmas and new years off” I inform him, gesturing to the Christmas tree. Lights sparkling, ornaments hanging. The whole ordeal of going to find a tree and witnessing Quinn strategically cut it down was quite amusing.
But decorating it and listening to Christmas music was; extraordinarily fulfilling.
“Awsome, I didn’t think you would get it off, that and new years. I finally get to spend a Christmas with you” he grins excitedly, a little lopsided but genuine.
“I know, I always have to be at the hospital.. but I locked in for Halloween and thanksgiving so Bethany was willing to trade with me” I push some hair behind my ear before sliding the rest of my plate to Quinn, “‘m full you want the rest?” To which he nods.
“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” He asks, “I want to shower first and put my stuff in the garage but I thought we could watch a movie. Feels like I haven’t seen you in weeks” Quinn looks a little sad, big pouty lips and soft brown eyes
“Of course. I’ll put the stuff in the garage, you get in the shower stinky” I stand up, swiftly kissing his lips and rubbing the stubble on his cheek.. I do desperately want him to shave it but it makes him happy so.. I resist and compromise.
Quinn blushes softly and I leave to take his things into the garage because… I don’t want my house smelling like sweaty boy.
It takes about twenty minutes for him to shower; and by that time I’m curled up on the couch with a movie paused at the introduction. He’s put on sweatpants and lost a shirt apparently but I don’t mind- especially with that happy trail peeking out when he stretches up and then promptly flops on top of me.
“What are we watching?”
“Mm. The perfect Christmas movie” I groan from the weight and wheeze softly
“Harry Potter?”
“Don’t judge my methods” I shake my head and wrap my arms around him, “flip”
Like the obedient fiancé he is, he rolls us over so now I’m on top of him and now able to press play.
I sigh contently as he plays with my still damp hair and we’re both absorbed into the movie. No worries about the new year, no concerns of work or the team. Just us.
And the thought occurs in my head of how excited I am to marry him, and how happy I am that he’s mine forever
Mornings have never been my strength; but I still make it to the office every morning. I’m barely making it on time before some jackass slams into me knocking my drink into me and onto the ground, “ugh you prick!” I grunt in annoyance staring at the guy. Beanie over his hair and a ‘New Jersey devils’ crewneck with the number 43 on it. He looks a little apologetic, “the fuck is wrong with you; don’t look where you’re going or something” I question; there’s a slight accent to my voice. Even if I’ve been living in Jersey for three years the south still follows me around.
“Ah shit— Look im so sorry” he apologizes, “did you get burnt are you alright?” He asks, “can I repay you? Or oh let me take you out to coffee! And I’ll try not to spill it over you” he tries to make a joke but I stare him down. Lips pursed and he looks intimidated. I puff a sigh and nod slowly.
“Uh ya ya ok lemme give you my number” I nod and take a pen out of my purse and write my name and number onto his forearm, “Just text me. Don’t call that’s weird”
He nods— slightly then takes his hoodie off and hands it to me, “uh if you want it— your blouse is-“ he stutters a little, “it’s ruined I’m sorry again” he apologizes. I give him half a smile and take the hoodie.
“Thank you.. uh you owe me a coffee don’t forget”
“I couldn’t forget you.. even if I tried” He smiles and I nod slowly.
