Summary: Should have been a honeymoon to remember but things never go as he plans.
Pairings: Timothy Thatcher, female reader
Warnings: language?
* Inspired by the song Beer Can’t Fix by Thomas Rhett *
The sigh that slipped out was drowned out by the rain pelting against the window. Dreary grey weather outside. Miserable weather, nothing like how it should have been. It should have been sunny and bright. Hot and humid, the kind of heat that brought sweaty skin coated in beach sand.
Not a single thing had gone as he planned and everything wrong was completely out of his control. All he wanted to be able to do was give her constant sunshine. For those golden rays of sunlight to kiss her skin and light her up like the goddess he believed her to be. Instead, nothing but rain, then again maybe it was he himself that brought the rain.
She didn't have any family left in her life so when he'd finally proposed it wasn't a big deal to either of them in having a large wedding. Both content to head off to the courthouse and stand before a judge and a single witness. She was good to him like that, not much for making a big spectacle of things.
A large wedding and all that extravagance that came with it wasn't their thing, but his mind had been made up about the honeymoon. That would be different, he was set on that and he'd give her what he thought she deserved. It was only fair that he'd try to give her what she'd given him since stepping foot in his life. That damned smile of hers was like the sun itself and the way her arms felt snuggly around him.
She kept telling him that a honeymoon wasn't necessary, that just being with him was enough but he scrimped and saved everything he could. From the moment she said 'yes', he put every penny, nickel, every dollar he had towards the vacation destination of her dreams.
A secluded bungalow on a private beach in Bali. Sandy beaches and turquoise-colored water. Water so clear you could see fish and shells on the sandy floor. The constant stream of thoughts, of him and her letting the sun shine on every inch of them. Of bare skin and coconut oil, sand stuck in places it shouldn't be, and salty ocean kisses.
Sitting at the edge of their bed in the picture-perfect bungalow staring out at the storm he felt like utter shit. This whole romanticized honeymoon he had planned out for her had gone down the drain the second they got off the airplane. Rain. Non-stop for the past 24 hours and going strong with no signs of letting up.
He wasn't the most openly romantic sort of man, but this was supposed to be his way of showing her that he loved her. That he was sorry for all the time away, for all the missed holidays and birthdays. The canceled flights home that left him stuck in airports between shows. It was supposed to show her that she deserved the world and everything under the sun for allowing a grump like him to love her.
Brought out of his thoughts, of wallowing in the miserable honeymoon he'd inflicted upon her. The sounds of clinking bottles and her voice humming an upbeat sort of tune. The tell-tale click of the kitchenette radio clicking on, music wafting in from the next room.
Wearing a smile that only she could, managing to summon a light within that burst through the gloom outside. Her hand outstretched with a beer as she sat beside him, leaning her temple against his shoulder sipping her beer.
"Why so glum?"
All he could do was raise a brow, an expression that held a dozen thoughts. Glancing towards the storm outside scoffing an annoyed huff.
"This is beautiful," she sighed tucking her arm around his.
"Are you kidding?!" Grumbling, the vibrations buzzing in his chest making her smile. "This is a disaster!"
"You think so?" Eyeing him unbothered.
Sipping her beer smiling at nature's theater deep into the second act of its show. To her, the storm was like music. The beat of the rain hitting the roof, the swish, and the sway of the tropical plants and trees. The smell of the ocean, salty and warm.
"Doll look out the window. This is the Universe's way of punishing me for trying to be something I'm not."
His negativity made her laugh. For someone who claimed to not understand romantic gestures, he sure got worked up and flustered when they weren't as perfect as he tried to make them. Timothy was more romantic than he'd ever know, and he was quite fantastic at it too.
Every year they'd been together he'd tried to recreate their first date, complete with the awkward first kiss. The kiss he was so sure that ruined his chances of a second date. He'd meant to kiss her cheek but she turned. Hesitant lips dancing over one another, he'd sworn her body tensed. He pulled away ready to profusely apologize but just smiled widely and told him to 'do it again'.
His romantic gestures were never on the grand scale, no his were tiny. Small things that most people wouldn't have thought about, but she did. He made sure her coffee pot was ready with her favorite blend so all she had to do was turn it on in the morning.
He'd take the book from her hands after she'd fallen asleep in bed, marking the spot with a special bookmark. It wasn't the normal sort of bookmark either, but a laminated strip of pictures from a photo booth from their second date.
Timothy could still smell the popcorn and the sickly sweet carnival treats looking at those photos. Felt the strength of her hand in his tugging him towards the photo booth. It kind of became a tradition between them after that. Each time they came across a photo booth a new 'bookmark' was created.
He hated having a cell phone, but he needed it for work. Hers was the only number he never screened, he'd pick it up as soon as he saw it was her. All other calls went to voicemail to be dealt with later. She was the only one he willingly texted except Tommaso.
Grand gestures definitely weren't his thing, they called attention to himself, and he was content being lost in the crowd, but even the smallest thing he did spoke the loudest in her eyes. His hand on her back as they maneuvered through a crowded room. How quickly he'd step between her and something he perceived as a threat.
When he was home between bouts, he'd make sure her phone was charged before heading to bed. He'd put a tumbler of water on her nightstand so she wouldn't have to stumble tired down the stairs to the kitchen in the middle of the night. He fed her sweet tooth without judgment, always bringing home something sweet from his travels.
"It was supposed to be me and you on the beach under the sun, smelling like coconut oil and drinking ice-cold beer." Kissing her temple, trying not to let his frustrations show.
"I always smell like coconut," she chuckled clinking her bottle to his. "And the beers mighty cold."
"Not the same doll. I wanted you to remember this forever."
"Trust me, I will." Standing up tugging on his hand. "Come on."
"For What?"
"All we're missing in the sandy beach." Grinning motioning her head towards the door.
"It's practically a monsoon out there!" He'd never realize how cute he looked or how close he was to pouting at that moment.
"Suit yourself then."
He stood in awe watching her heading out into that storm. Drenched the moment she set foot in the sand. Laughing and smiling as she spun around in circles. Arms stretched outward, grinning face tilted up at the storm above. She was the light in the dark and he still couldn't fathom what in the hell he did right to deserve that woman to grace his life.
Timothy was outside in a heartbeat in the midst of the rain pouring down around them. Pulling her in close, slow dancing in the rain.
"Told you it was beautiful." She was grinning ear to ear watching the tension slip away from him.
this is Toothless Timmy. Timmy was surrendered by a not-so-nice family and it wasn’t long after that he was diagnosed with Stomatosis. Unfortnately, this disease is not covered by the rescue and my coordinator was advised to euthanise. It probably would have been the responsible thing to do, but my coordinator saw something in Timmy and wanted to give him a chance.
One of the vets we work with offered to donate her time and resources, and performed a surgery on Timmy to remove all teeth bar his canines. That is a MAMMOTH task to tackle on a one year old cat with beautiful healthy teeth.
After such a huge procedure, Timmy came to stay with me. For the first week I didn’t see him; he was sore and scared and so unsure. Tonight Timmy sits beside me as I type this, with the three dogs snoozing around us, and we are so glad a chance was taken to save him.
Hopefully we can start searching for his forever home soon.
