“Jay… you know that Valentine’s day was about a month ago, right?”

It’s therefore a surprise when he shows up at the front door, wearing a nice dress shirt and an apologetic smile.   Last month, it would’ve been perfectly acceptable for Jay to show up, holding some cheesy Mylar balloons shaped like hearts that would spend time in your house until they were misshapen and barely floating a few feet above the ground.   For him to do it now is still a nice gesture but somehow it’s different.  …It’s the thought that counts, right?

“It’s not that I forgot…” he begins, voice trailing off.  His fingers play around with the thin ribbon tied at the end of the balloons.

You raise an eyebrow.  “But?”

“But… look, here!”  He shoves—rather forcefully, mind you—a bouquet of roses into your arms.  “I was thinking maybe we could go out to dinner tonight.  I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

“Jay, you don’t have to do this.  Really.”

You’re used to it.  Missing dates, last minute cancellations on plans—sometimes without so much as a phone call—but you know that’s the way it has to be.  Even if sometimes you are disappointed, you always grin and bear it.  Don’t worry about it.  No, it’s fine.  It’s fine, I’ll do something else.  You suspect that Jay sees right through these little white lies but he doesn’t question them, either.

Jay shakes his head.  “No, don’t give me that.   I know it’s not okay.  Look, I know I messed up.  …Babe, I’m sorry.  I really am.”  His smile goes from sorry to genuine as he looks in your eyes.  “Are you gonna let me in or leave me standing out here like a damn fool?”

Laughing quietly, you step aside and gesture for him to come in.

You busy yourself with putting the roses in some water while Jay leaves the balloons off in the corner of the living room before plopping on the couch.  When you enter the room, he pats his lap, grinning.  You roll your eyes but take his offer anyway, wiggling a bit as you get comfortable.

“I really am sorry,” he says again, kissing your cheek.   “I should’ve at least texted or something…”  His arm wraps around your waist, hand resting on your thigh.  You sigh contently when his nose nuzzles your neck.  “We can do anything you want today.”

• Cleaner Option (coming soon)^^
• Smuttier option

Yesseu~

Albeit, at a much slower rate.  There’s a lot going on this semester since I’m applying to the BS/MS program for my major in April so it’s coming down to the wire.  I’ll be finished with exams for a while after tomorrow afternoon, though. 

Sorry guys, but honestly, the list has gotten really long and I’m scared I’ll never catch up.  I’d like to shrink it down to a decent size before I tack on more requests.

I still love you!