Category: Flash Fic Friday

**More Joshua and Will for you.  They continue their journey here with a missed date, a make up gift, and rain.  Enjoy!**

The temperature had unexpectedly warmed and while the forty-five degree weather was a nice surprise, the pissing down rain left much to be desired.  It was melting the snow, and that was good.  But it was still cold enough to chill me to the bone, and I was fucking drenched.  I’d run out of gas—which had never happened to me before—and I’d had to walk five blocks.  I was soaked, and coupled with the fact that I’d been held up at the office for two extra hours rewriting an opinion, I was also miserable.  I just wanted a hot shower, warm clothes, and snuggle time on the couch with my man.

I was shivering hard when I finally made it through the front door, and I started peeling off clothes right in the entryway.  No sense in tracking all that water through the whole house.  I was half out of my pants when Joshua appeared.  I opened my mouth to tell him about my miserable day so he could make it better, but I snapped it closed when I saw what he was wearing.  The three piece suit in charcoal gray with the light blue shirt and gray and blue tie was something he only pulled out on special occasions.  Like tonight was supposed to be.

I closed my eyes and groaned.  How could I have forgotten?  We were supposed to go out for a fancy dinner, just the two of us.  I was two and half hours late, and our reservation had been more than an hour ago.  I’d missed it.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, feeling the shame heat my skin.  At least I was no longer shivering.  I let the pants drop to the ground.  “I’m so sorry.”

Joshua just stared at me, his face impassive.  But I could see the sadness and disappointment in his eyes.  “What happened?”

“I had to work late, and…” I trailed off, shaking my head.  “I spaced.  The judge needed an opinion rewritten and I completely forgot about our dinner.  I didn’t even think to call.  There’s no excuse.  But I am sorry.”

He nodded.   “And you look like a drowned rat because?”

I pulled a face.  “Ran out of gas down on Miller Ave.  At least I was able to pull to the side of the road.”  I looked up at him, searching his gaze.  “I really am sorry, Joshua.”

He nodded again.  “Let’s get you warmed up before you catch pneumonia.”

Joshua all but shoved me into the shower and left me to it while he went to change his clothes.  I felt like shit.  We never did things like this, and the one time we’d gone out of our way to plan something, I’d completely forgotten.  I was awful of me.  I needed to make it up to him somehow.

When I emerged from the bathroom, he’d laid out a warm pair of sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts for me to wear.  My cell phone was pointedly laying on top of the clothes pile, and when I touched the home button it lit up to reveal several missed calls and texts.  Now I felt even worse.  How had I missed him calling?  I nearly smacked myself when I remembered I’d turned the phone to silent so I wouldn’t be interrupted while I fixed the opinion.

As I got dressed, I wracked my brain trying to figure out how to make it up to him.  Slowly an idea emerged.  By the time I was clothed, I knew what I was going to do.  It would take a hell of a lot of planning, but I thought I could make it work.  Tomorrow, I’d start making phone calls.

 

***

When the alarm went off at four A.M. on Saturday morning, I rolled over and plastered my body to Joshua’s.  He chuckled and kissed me, then tried to gently extract himself.  When I wouldn’t let go, he started laughing in earnest.

“Will, honey, I have to go to work.”

“Nope.”

That earned me another laugh.  “Yes, I do.”

I cracked one eye open and looked at him.  “Actually, you don’t.  Lucas, Maggie, and the rest have it covered for the weekend.  You’re not to set foot back in Pounds and Grounds until Monday morning.”

He squinted at me. “What did you do?”

“I had to do it,” I responded fervently.  I gave him my best early morning grin.  “After Wednesday night, I needed to make it up to you.”

His gaze softened and he leaned over.  “Baby, you don’t have to do that.  You didn’t do it on purpose, and you apologized.”

“Yeah but I have this!”  With a flourish, I reached for the plastic bag I’d stashed beside the bed.  I had a feeling that he’d protest.  He was too forgiving.  Most of the time I loved that about him.  But right now, I needed to do whatever I could to make up for my mistake.

He peered cautiously into the bag, and then his eyes just lit up.  With the glee of a five year old on Christmas morning, he upended the bag and spread out the contents.  All seven seasons of Star Trek: The Next Generation.  On Blu Ray.  My man had a huge crush on Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

“You do love me!” His tone was full of teasing, but my response was not.

“More than anything.”

Joshua pulled me across the bed until he could kiss me breathless.  When we were both panting, he leaned back far enough to grin at me.  “And we have the whole weekend to do nothing but watch.”

I nodded fast, grinning back.  That was the plan.  But I pushed the sheet off my body, showing off, and hoping we’d get to that later.  Joshua’s gaze turned heated, and he carefully set his presents on the bedside table.  Later was definitely in the cards.

**Have you read Pumpkin Rolls and Porn Sounds??  It just released on Wednesday, and in honor of those boys, as well as Valentine’s Day, here’s a little continuation of their story.  Follow along with Joshua and Will as they celebrate the holiday…and a misunderstanding sneaks in.  Enjoy!**

Pounds and Grounds was hopping, not unusual for an early Friday morning.  I stopped in before work more often than not.  Joshua left the house before I was even out of bed, with little more than a scratchy kiss to my cheek, and I liked seeing his smiling face to start my day.  Plus, they had the best tea in a twenty block radius and to-die-for pumpkin rolls.  Living with and loving the owner of the shop meant I got special privileges, and that included the tea and the rolls.

The place was decorated for Valentine’s Day—which had to be Maggie’s doing—with pink and red hearts and flowers.  She’d even drawn in extra hearts on the menu board.  She was wearing a heart-adorned headband and working the counter with her usual cheery attitude.  I gave her a little wave as I skirted the waiting customers, circled around behind the counter, and found my way to Joshua’s office.  I walked in without knocking, ready for the way his face would light up when he saw me.  That never ever got old.

But Joshua was on the phone, and not paying attention to the door.  It was impolite to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help overhearing his side of the conversation.

“A lot of guys prefer the clean shaven look.  Maybe if…yeah, you’re right….yeah, that makes sense.  That’s absolutely doable…Oh yeah, I’m on board with that plan.  So after work we’ll—” He cut himself off as he caught sight of me.  A blush colored his cheeks above his beard and he gave me a half-hearted smile.  “Gotta go.  I’ll talk to you later.”  He hung up the phone quickly.  “Hey, baby.”

But my heart was pounding in my chest, worry climbing in my gut over what I’d just heard.  He couldn’t actually be thinking about shaving, could he?  No, not my guy.  His beard and mustache were apart of him.  He wouldn’t change that.  I desperately tried to calm my racing heart.

“Joshua, what—” I was cut off when an almighty crash sounded through the café, followed immediately by the sound of breaking glass and a lot of swearing.  Joshua didn’t even spare me a glance as he raced out the door.  I followed him out to see the front case with the baked goods broken with a table protruding out of it, Maggie’s headband askew, and Lucas, the baker, standing in the kitchen doorway and cursing up a storm.  Joshua seemed to have the situation in hand, as he calmly tried to figure out what had happened.  I left him to it, knowing he didn’t need me in the middle of it, and went to work.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about Joshua’s conversation

***

The more I thought about it, the more worried I got.  Joshua had told me that he wouldn’t change for anyone, and I sure as hell didn’t want him to.  But did he think he needed to shave in order to keep me?  I thought I had laid that idea to rest, and I’d done my best to show him and tell him how much I loved every part of him.  I started to panic, and I tried to call him.  But the calls went right to voicemail and the texts went unanswered.  I could barely focus on work, and Caroline, our secretary, voiced her concern over my scattered brain more than once.  Fortunately, the judge didn’t seem to notice.  Or if he did, he didn’t care.

It was a trial day, and Judge Caltabiano had a light schedule, so I was able to make my escape by five thirty.  I raced home, terrified by what I would find.  By the time I pulled into our driveway, I was sure I was going to walk into the house and see Joshua bare cheeked and body waxed.  The thought had me hyperventilating, and I barely remembered to turn off the ignition as I ran into the house.  I slipped on the sidewalk and nearly fell, but even that didn’t stop me.

I knew Joshua was home because his car was in the driveway, but when I burst through the front door, I was met with darkness.  Except for the flickering candles.  Confused, I quickly checked outside to see the streetlights and all the other houses on our block ablaze.

“Joshua?” I called out, even as I removed my hat, scarf, and winter coat.  I was pulling off my boots when I heard his soft footsteps.  I looked up quickly, and my breath whooshed out in relief, my whole body sagging.

“Oh thank God,” I breathed.

His face crumpled in confusion.  “Will?  What’s wrong?”

“Oh my God, I was so scared you’d shaved!”  The hysterics were over the top, but the excess adrenaline pouring through my veins had to go somewhere.  It made my hand shake and my drama queen come out full force.

Joshua’s gasp was almost comical.  “Why would you think that?”

“This morning, I heard…and then you wouldn’t answer…and I—”

“You let your brain run away with you,” Joshua finished for me, his soft smile transforming his whole face.

I nodded fast.  “I sure did.  But I heard you.  You said clean shaven.  I thought you were going to shave your beard.”

Joshua shook his head like he couldn’t believe me, and gave a soft laugh.  “I was talking to my friend, Scott, making plans to hit the grocery store together so I could help him pick his meal.  He was the one that was worried his goatee was a turn off for his new boyfriend.”

I blushed, but I wasn’t totally surprised that I’d misunderstood.  Sometimes my head got carried away.  When he chuckled and held out his hand, I took it without hesitation and let him pull me into his arms.  My hand immediately went to the chest hair peeking out at the top of his shirt, reassuring myself he was still my hairy bear.

“I didn’t answer when you called,” he said softly into the shell of my ear.  His beard scratching along the sensitive skin made me shiver.  “Because I was worried I’d give away the surprise.  You ready for your Valentine’s day dinner, baby?”

I nodded as he led me into the kitchen.  He’d set the table with candles and flowers, matching plates, placemats, and napkins.  He pulled out my chair for me, and pushed it in when I sat.  He disappeared for a moment, but when he returned he had two shallow bowls of shrimp risotto.  My heart melted into a puddle of goo.  It was the first dinner he ever made for me, and even after all this time, it was still my favorite dish.  I got a little choked up at the sentimentality, and Joshua just gave me a wide grin as he sat next to me.  He poured us each a glass of wine, the same brand of Pinot Grigio I had brought to that first dinner, and then he held up his glass in a toast.

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby.  I love you.”

“I love you,” I responded fervently.  Every time I said it, I meant it more.  I knew I would spend the rest of my life falling in love with him.  Over and over again.

**Remember Ash and Travis from The Glass Heart?  This week’s challenge was the perfect opportunity to revisit them.  Today I bring you what happens when there’s a blizzard and some harmless flirting.  Enjoy!**

The storm was promising to be a good one.  In fact, the weather forecasters were claiming it would be the blizzard of the century.  Since they had already predicted one of those this season that had turned out to be anything but, Ash wasn’t too worried.  The snow had been falling steadily for the past few hours, but there was only a couple of inches accumulation.  If it continued at this rate for the entire time they expected the storm front to be hovering over their region, there’d be eight inches of new snowfall.  Max.  The city was more than equipped to deal with that.  But it didn’t stop Ash and Travis—as well as everyone else—from making plans to hole up and wait for the storm to pass.

Which was why Ash had dutifully followed along when Travis suggested hitting up the grocery store and laying in some necessities.  In the last couple of months, ever since Travis had given Ash the ornament and declared he’d no longer be looking for entertainment on the side, things had been so good between them.  They still didn’t live together, and Ash was fine with that.  They spent nights together more often than not, either at Travis’ house or Ash’s apartment.  They had talked, fucked like bunnies, and just generally grown even closer than before.  Ash was happy.

Except right at this moment when he was seething with anger and holding the shopping bags.  He tried to keep it in check, because an explosion in the nearly empty grocery store would do no good.  But he felt a tick in his cheek as he stood and watched his boyfriend fucking flirt with the little twink at the register.

He was a cute, young thing, Ash would admit.  But with the storm raging outside and the need to get home before it got any worse, did Travis really need to stand there directing a salacious grin and bright, sparkling eyes at the young man?  The cashier laughed at something Travis said as Travis handed over the money.  Ash knew it wasn’t his imagination that the cashier’s fingers stroked across Travis’ palm when he handed back the change.  And then Travis, fuck him, actually winked.  Ash saw red.  The moment Travis started walking in his direction, Ash turned on his heel and all but stomped out of the store.

He thought they were done with that.  Travis hadn’t been with another guy in months, and he’d told Ash that he’d got his screwing around out of his system.  They’d had so many long talks after the ornament about how Travis was ready to settle down and commit fully to Ash.  But now Ash had to wonder if this was something he’d have to live with for the rest of his life.  It was one thing before, when he knew getting involved with Travis would mean sharing him.  It was something else entirely now that Travis had committed to monogamy.

The remote car starter had the car nice and toasty by the time Ash reached it.  He threw the grocery bags into the back seat and grabbed the snow brush to swipe the excess snow off the windows and hood.  Travis was rushing to catch up, his boots sliding on the slick pavement as he hurried.  Ash almost called out a warning for him to be careful so he didn’t fall, but then decided it would be apt punishment for Travis to get a wet butt.

Ash slammed his door shut just as Travis yanked his open, sitting down in the passenger seat and shuddering as the blast of heat hit him.  Ash turned the key and stepped on the brake, ready to pull out of the parking space when Travis’ hand landed on his arm.

“Baby?” Travis queried, his voice low and confused.  “Where the fuck is the fire?”

“We have to get home,” Ash bit out.  He carefully backed up, hearing the tires crunch on the newly fallen snow.

Travis was silent for a beat.  “Ashton, what’s the matter?”

Ash snorted out a mirthless laugh.  As if it wasn’t obvious what the problem was.  He shook his head.  “Not now.  I have to concentrate.”

It was only about a six block drive back to Travis’ house, but only half of that was on well plowed and salted roads.  The last couple of blocks was all side streets, ones the city didn’t deem a priority.  Fortunately, Ash’s little SUV had all wheel drive and though he could only go twenty miles an hour, he made it to the driveway without slipping and sliding too much.  They’d shoveled the sidewalk and driveway before they left, and there was only a bit of new accumulation.  It would keep for a while.  Ash retrieved the shopping bags while Travis climbed the steps on the porch and unlocked the front door.  Ash stomped his boots on the wooden porch to shake off the extra snow, and let Travis take the bags as he removed his outerwear.

Travis stood there in his socks, holding the bags and staring hard at Ash.  “Please tell me what the fuck.”

“You,” Ash bit out, his anger rising again.  “Flirting with the cashier like I wasn’t standing three feet away.  Did you offer him a nice warm place to wait out the storm?  Should I make plans to sleep on the couch while you see to him in your bed?”

“Whoa, Ash, stop.”  Travis’ tone was confused.  And a little pissed off.  “What the hell?  Why would you even think that?  You know I’m committed to you.”

“You were flirting!” Ash ground out, his glare accusatory.

Travis blinked. “Um, yes?  And?”

“You said you weren’t going to see other guys anymore!  And yet you were flirting right in front of me!”

Travis was silent for a long moment, then he carefully set the bags on the floor.  When he straighted up, he took Ash’s hands in his own and made sure he was looking Ash right in the eye.  “Yes, I was flirting.  He was cute.  But flirting and hooking up are so not the same thing.  It was harmless, I promise.  I flirt because I breathe, but I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Ash looked at the sincerity in Travis’ face and completely deflated.  Of course.  He should have realized.  Flirting really was harmless, as long as Travis didn’t take it any further.  And if he were completely honest with himself, Ash probably would have flirted with the cashier a little bit himself.  He’d been that cute.  Suddenly all his righteous indignation seemed ridiculous and Ash felt bad for all his anger.  He trusted Travis, he always had, and a little flirting shouldn’t have changed that.

“Sorry,” Ash mumbled, unable to look Travis in the eye.  “I overreacted.”

Travis’ chuckled was warm, and he pulled Ash into his arms.  “Yeah, you did.  But I kind of like the possessiveness.  As long as it doesn’t mean that you suddenly don’t trust me, and we can talk about it, it’s not that big of a deal.”  Travis’ hands made soothing motions up and down Ash’s back.

“Yeah,” Ash agreed. He took a deep breath of Travis scented air, smelling nothing but the snow and the man himself.  “Okay.”

“Good.”  Travis pulled back and looked Ash in the eye.  “Now, how about we put this food away and snuggle up in front of the fire?  There’s a blizzard happening, you know.  Perfect opportunity to keep each other warm.”  He added a suggestive eyebrow waggle that had Ash grinning.

“Sounds perfect.”

 

**When I got this week’s challenge, I was convinced the Admiral was stepping up the game.  This one was a tough one to piece together, and not at all easy to write.  For a fire, an obligation, and a childhood friend, here’s what I wrote.  Enjoy!**

My childhood home was nothing but a burned out ruin.  I’d been back in town for three days, and I told myself I hadn’t been by because I’d been dealing with everything that needed taking care of.  But it was a lie.  I hadn’t been by because I didn’t want to be standing on the winter brown grass, staring at the wreckage, and feeling nothing but relief.  Which was exactly what was happening, and I felt guilty as all hell for it.

I’d been seventeen and a newly minted high school graduate when I made my escape.  Packed up everything I cared about and drove clear across the country to get away from the physical abuse and language.  It was a wonder I even made it to the end of high school.  Far too many kids in my situation never did.  But my will was stronger than the people I had to call parents, and I got the fuck out of dodge with a high school diploma and the promise of higher education.  I’d never looked back.  Not once in fifteen years.  Until this fire that had destroyed the house I grew up in and had taken my mother’s life.

The funeral had been yesterday, and poorly attended.  But at least she was finally at rest.  She had never actively taken part in the beatings or the demeaning language, she’d been as much abused as I had, but she’d never put a stop to it either.  She never bundled me up and took me out of that situation.  And when my father had suddenly died my sophomore year in high school, she had started drinking.  She continued to ignore me and drank herself into a stupor every day, and that hadn’t been any better.

I wouldn’t have come at all except for the fact that I had to.  I was here only because I was unable to sort through some of the necessities from the other side of the country.  Because no matter what had happened in this house, no matter the way I’d grown up, it was still my responsibility and my obligation to handle the fall out.

And I would have avoided showing up at this spot except for the fact that the lawyer said I needed to meet the fire marshal.  Apparently he had some questions that only I could answer before he finished his investigation.  I didn’t know how I’d be able to answer them, but I was willing to do anything I had to in order to get business finished so I could go back home.

I heard a car door slam shut behind me but I didn’t turn.  Boots crunching on the gravel driveway, and then the sound changing to the thud of feet on grass, was the only indication he was coming nearer.  I took a deep breath as I heard him approach, steeled myself, and then turned.

And looked right into the eyes of my best friend from elementary school.

For all the years that had passed, there was no mistaking that face.  Angel Rivera might have grown up, but I knew without a doubt who he was.  And he was even more beautiful as man than he’d been as a ten year old boy.  Back then, he’d been the reason that I realized I liked boys, and I’d actually been grateful when middle school had caused us to drift a part.  Now as a tall, broad shouldered, and heavily muscled man, if I’d met him in a club, I would have dropped to my knees.

“Connor,” he said by way of greeting, his voice little more than a rumble.  He reached out a hand and I shook it, willing myself not to react in any way.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”  He sounded like he meant it.

“Thanks,” I responded quietly because it was what I was supposed to say.  We stood there for an awkward moment.  He looked good in his uniform, and I wasn’t actually all that surprised to see him.  He had always said he wanted to be a firefighter.  I shuffled my feet, and then cleared my throat.  “I’m not sure that I can be of any help to you.  I haven’t set foot inside that house in more than fifteen years.”

“I know,” he responded with a nod.  His gaze was fixed on me, and I did my best to hold it.  Was that a blush staining his cheeks, or just the glow from the setting sun?  “I, um, mostly just wanted to check on you.”

I was stunned into silence for a moment.  I dropped my gaze to the ground.  “So, it’s not about the fire investigation?”

I heard him blow out a breath.  “It’s a pretty open and shut case, actually.  Faulty wiring, an overloaded socket, and uh—” He cut himself off and my gaze jerked to his face.  I knew I saw embarrassment there, and he gave a sort of shrug.  He took a breath before soldiering on.  “And a lot of alcohol caused the fire to catch and burn quickly.  By the time anyone realized the house was on fire, it was fully engulfed.”

I nodded because the news didn’t surprise me at all.  “Did she suffer?”

I blinked, surprised at myself.  It wasn’t a question I’d thought to ask anyone before now, just accepting the news and trying to deal with everything.  But suddenly, hearing how the whole thing happened, I wanted to know.

Angel’s brown eyes softened.  “No.  She was asleep and the smoke got to her before the fire did.”

I nodded again.  He was being polite.  What he meant was that she was passed out drunk and she’s suffocated first.  Still, I found myself relieved to hear it.  For all her faults, I didn’t want her to burn to death.

We were quiet for a long moment.  Then Angel reached out with one hand to squeeze my shoulder, and his voice was soft and filled with apology when he said, “I didn’t realize what was happening to you, back then.  If I’d known…” he trailed off, and then looked me in the eye.  “Well, I don’t know what I would have done, but I would have tried to help.”

“Thanks,” I said sincerely.  The truth was he hadn’t known because I hadn’t let on.  I was good at hiding the physical bruises, and the times I was with him, I’d been happy.  The emotional stress was the last thing on my mind.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked.

I shook my head.  “Sell the land, I guess.  Put this last piece of my past to rest and go back home.”

He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.  “Or you can build a new house here, and replace all the bad with something good of your own making.”

I gaped because I had no idea what to do with that.

His laugh was gentle, and his smile bright.  “Come on, let’s go grab something to eat.  You can fill me in on what you’ve been doing with your life.”

“Angel—” I began, but he cut me off by taking my hand and giving a little tug.

“Come on, Connor.  Let’s start making some good memories.”

Suddenly, that sounded like exactly what I wanted to do.  And there was no one else on this planet I wanted to do it with.

**Today, in honor of my sister’s birthday, a special fic just for her.  Happy Birthday Sis!  May it be filled with awesome!**

I was running so unbelievably late.  Anxiety was making my motions clumsy, but I still rushed.  I should have been at the rink ten minutes ago, but if I was very lucky, and the traffic gods were with me, I’d still make it before the puck dropped.

Cellphone in my pocket, keys in my hand, I rushed toward the door, and only remembered at the last minute to grab the green and white jersey hanging by the door.  I was still tugging it over my head as I ran to the car.

I made it to the rink with only seconds to spare and I was never happier that I was such a fixture around the place that the security guards knew me.  John caught my attention as I waited in line, and he waved me through, letting me go through the wheelchair access gate.  I ignored the disgruntled shout from the few people still waiting to get through the gate and to their seats.

“Thanks, man,” I said fervently as I sidled by him.

“Anytime, Greg.  You know that.”  John gave a tip of his imaginary hat and I waved my thanks.

The Waitford Terrapins were a semi-professional hockey team, but they had a loyal fan base.  Most of the seats were filled.  I ran.  I had a permanent place right behind the team bench, and I’m sure Declan was already pissed that he hadn’t seen me there when the team had come out of the locker room.  Fortunately, I was welcomed on the “wives bench” even though Declan and I weren’t married and I was definitely not a woman.  Declan was the captain and the star and he didn’t take shit from anyone.  When he came out, he didn’t get much backlash.  It might have been different if he were playing in the pros, but here, it was something he could weather.

My ass hit the seat about three seconds before the puck dropped.

Declan was on fire today.  Not a single puck got by him, and by the end of the second period, the Terrapins had scored four times.  The opposing team’s coach was pissed.  My attention was drawn to his screaming even though I couldn’t make out the words.  Our boys had this in the bag if Declan kept up this frantic pace.  He was an outstanding goalie to begin with, but the Knights were the Terrapins biggest rivals and the competition between them was usually closer.  I couldn’t remember the last time this had happened.

“Your boy is in a mood today,” a soft voice murmured directly into my ear.  I turned to Alli with a grin.  Her husband was the center, and one of the team’s top scorers.  Three of those goals had been Brian’s.

“So is yours.”

She laughed, a deep rich sound, and shook her head.  “Not the same thing at all.  Brian’s mood is good.  What did you do to Declan? Or not do, I should ask.”  The last was said with a suggestive eyebrow waggle.  I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t help the grin.

“I don’t know what’s up his ass,” I admitted.  “But whatever it is, it’s making him mad enough to take it out on the puck.  Or at least make him hyper vigilant.”

Alli gave me a speculative glare, but then just shook her head.  “Maybe you should do it more often then.”

I threw up my hands. “You know what?  It could have absolutely nothing to do with me.”

Her snort was very unladylike.  “Not likely.  Declan only gets this riled up over you.”

I didn’t bother responding because she was absolutely right.

***

I was leaning against the concrete wall across from the locker room and watching it empty of every player except for my boyfriend.  Strictly speaking, I wasn’t allowed back here, but everyone always turned a blind eye.  I considered myself lucky, and took advantage of that every chance I got.  I loved seeing Declan right after a game, fresh from the shower and lugging his hockey bag.  Besides, with the way the Terrapins had shut out the Knights—the other team hadn’t managed a single goal—Declan was sure to be in a fantastic mood.

When he finally emerged and I took one look at his face, I knew I was wrong.

“What’s the matter?” I asked cautiously, pushing off the wall.

His scowl deepened.  “Really?”

I frowned at his sarcastic tone.  That really wasn’t like him.  “What the hell, Dec?”

He shook his head and pushed past me.  I scrambled to catch up, grabbing onto the strap of his bag and giving it a tug so he would stop.  His thunderous expression was enough to give me pause, though I knew he would never hurt me.

“Where the fuck were you?” he hissed.

I blinked.  “When?  What?”

“I looked for you.  I always look for you.  And you weren’t there.”

“I was there!  Right where I always am.”  I shook my head. “I was late, yes.  But I was there.”  I knew he had seen me, because I sat right behind the glass, and there was no way he could miss me.  Besides, I had waved to him and gotten the head tip in response.

“Yeah, but—” he cut himself off, blew out a breath, and hung his head.  “Fuck.  I’m sorry.  It’s just…”  He took a second to gather his thoughts, and then looked up at me.  “Pregame rituals, you know?  That moment before I step onto the ice and we lock eyes.  I need that.”

I knew he was superstitious.  A lot of players were.  Declan was worse than most.  He only washed his socks on Tuesday, always put his pads on in the same order, banged his stick against the goal post three times before the start of every period, and never put his helmet on until the last possible second.  But I honestly had no idea that our little moment was a part of that.

I reached up and took his face in my hands.  “So you were angry at me?”

“I was worried,” he admitted, a little sheepishly.  “You’re never not there.  I was worried something happened to you.  And then I saw you and I got pissed I didn’t get my moment.”

I nodded because what else could I do?  “I’m sorry I worried you.  But it was just one of those days.  I couldn’t get myself together.”  I let my grin turn cheeky.  “Besides, you played like a maniac today.  Maybe me being late is good for your game?”

“I’d rather play like shit and know you were safe,” he said fervently.  He closed his eyes for a second and swallowed hard.  “I love you.”

I grinned at him, then stood up on tiptoe.  “I love you too.  Let’s go home.”

He let me take his bag, and then looped his arm around my shoulders.  I knew I was forgiven for being late, and that was all that mattered.  Tomorrow was soon enough to point out that me being late had secured the Terrapins a place in the semi-finals.

**The Admiral issued the challenge: pickles, a movie, and Schenectady.  And for a bit, I was, admittedly, stumped.  And then, as the ideas often do, it hit me.  So here you go.  Enjoy!**

 

I stood in front of the refrigerator, the glow from the light inside the only illumination in the dark kitchen.  I was feeling peckish, but I wasn’t actually hungry.  I peered inside, perusing the contents, trying to decide what I wanted to eat.  A glass jar caught my attention.  Aha!  Perfect.  I snatched it up and didn’t bother to close the door as I twisted off the lid and reached inside.

“Dan?  Honey?” my boyfriend of three years called out.  “Want to watch a movie?”

“Can we watch Frozen?” I called back, teasing.  I nearly dropped the jar in mirth at Hank’s disgruntled murmur.

“I already have one picked out,” he yelled.

I shook my head.  No doubt something with a lot of action and explosions.  I sighed quietly. “I’m eating!”

His laugh was loud and boisterous, and I loved hearing it every time, even if it was at my expense.  “Bring it with you.”

I shut the door with my hip, left the lid on a counter, grabbed a paper towel to use as a napkin, and sauntered into the living room.  Hank was sprawled out on his couch, his massive seventy inch TV ready to play whatever movie he’d chosen and the remote in his hand.  I hoped he hadn’t turned on the surround sound.  It definitely made for a better viewing experience, but my ears always rang for hours afterwards from all the mayhem and destruction.

Hank quirked an eyebrow.  “Pickles?”

I shrugged, and plopped down next to him.  I liked pickles.  They were one of my favorite treats.  These were whole, and I pulled another one out of the jar, sliding it between my lips and sucking off the juice while keeping my gaze fixed on Hank.  He swallowed hard, but an amused grin lifted his lips as he shook his head.  He nudged me with his foot.

“Eat your damn pickle and watch the movie.”

I waggled my eyebrows, and then crunched down as I turned my attention to the screen.  Hank pointed the remote at the screen, and a second later, the movie started.  Where I expected opening credits, there was nothing but a blue screen for a few moments, and then a home video started playing.

“Hey!  That’s from our trip to Schenectady!”

“Yeah,” Hank rumbled.

I finished eating my pickle as I watched the screen.  Several months earlier, we’d spent two weeks visiting with his family in the picturesque town.  I’d loved playing tourist, and even now, I couldn’t be embarrassed about my giddy actions on screen.  It had been a blast.  I was amused at my effervescent behavior as I fawned over some of the old buildings in the historic part of town.

The camera panned to the right, and then focused in on Hank’s face.  I sucked in a breath.  On screen, his attention was fixed on ridiculous me, but his expression was filled with such love and affection that it took my breath away.  I didn’t often see him looking at me like that.  Sure, when we were in bed, I got those lovey and sultry looks.  But out in the open?  It didn’t happen much.  It was a good thing I didn’t notice that day or I probably would have tackled him and taken him right there on the street.

From there the scene shifted to the previous Christmas, me sitting on the floor in front of Hank’s legs as I opened the Christmas gift he’d gotten me.  A handmade cuckoo clock painted to look like a scene from the Black Forest.  It was a replica, but it was stunning, and I’d squealed like a little girl when I opened it.  I wasn’t embarrassed about that either.

The scene shifted again, more of our lives over the past three years, clips of videos interspersed with pictures, and a song, our song, started playing on the soundtrack.  Pickles forgotten, I threw myself sideways into Hank’s arms though I couldn’t tear my attention from the TV.  Hank just gave a little rumble of contentment and pulled me in tight.

It took me a few minutes to realize that it was our time together in reverse.  It was like watching our courtship play backwards, and my eyes got wet.  Neither of us were perfect, and we’d had some rough times, but we were committed to each other and we’d worked through them.  This, on the screen, was showing our best times together.  And I was amazed at how often Hank had been captured wearing that look of adoration on his face as he looked at me.  The farther back it went, I kept expecting that look to change, but it never did.

Then the final picture came up just as the song came to a close.  It was the night we met, and I’d been a little drunk, but not overly so.  Despite that, I was standing on the table in our friend Pete’s living room, it had been his birthday party, and singing at the top of my lungs.  The look of carefree abandon on my face was amusing, but what caught my attention was the corner of the picture.  Hank was standing off to the side, staring at me with that exact same look on his face.  If I recalled correctly, it wasn’t until after my exhibition that Hank and I had officially met.

The screen went black, and I turned fast.  Fast enough that I caught the look on his face.  And for once, he didn’t try to hide it.  I dove in, kissing him for all I was worth, and only pulling back when I needed more air.

“I love you,” I breathed, searching his face.  I was overwhelmed and touched and I didn’t know what else to say.

“As you can see,” he started, then had to stop and clear his throat.  “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I nodded fast, and leaned forward to kiss him again.  But he held me off with one hand.  With the other, he reached behind his head and picked up something from the end table.  He flipped open the little hinged box and then set it on his chest.  I looked down to see two platinum rings nestled on black velvet.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His breath whooshed out on a chuckle.  “I haven’t asked yet.”

“Yes anyway.”

“Good.  I want to look at you like that for the rest of my life.”

**A little Admiral shaped birdie told me about a birthday today.  And he may have mentioned Marines.  Happy Birthday, Shell!  May it be filled with joy and awesome!**

The office was quiet, the phones not ringing non-stop for once, and I idly twirled in my chair with my head leaned back.  It was making me dizzy but I didn’t care.  My heart hurt and everything else was secondary.

Seventeen months, fourteen days, and eleven hours since the last time I saw him.  The sporadic tweets, phone calls, and Skype sessions weren’t enough.  I was relieved and grateful every time I got a chance to talk to him, to know he was well and whole and alive, but the separation and the distance were wearing on me.  I knew it was a possibility from the moment we started dating.  He could be deployed at any time, sent into a war zone or some other country.  And I could do nothing but wait and worry and pray that he would come home to me alive.

It was the only downside of being the boyfriend of a Marine, but it was a big one.  At least I took comfort in the fact that if something happened to him now, I’d be informed.  When we’d started dating, DADT had still been in effect.  Thank God things had changed.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

Shell’s warm brown eyes smiled down at me, her red hair falling into her face as she peered at me from above.  She looked odd upside down, and I couldn’t help the grin, even if it was half-hearted.

She plonked herself in her chair—her desk was next to mine—and used her foot to turn my chair so we were facing each other.  Her expression became concerned the longer she studied me.   I tried for a more genuine smile.  I failed.

“Wes?”  Shell’s tone was soft, filled with worry.  I heaved a sigh.

“Jared didn’t call last night.  He was supposed to.”  Saying it out loud made the worry return full force.  It wasn’t the first time he’d missed a check in.  There was no telling when he’d be sent on a mission or if he’d have to unexpectedly go silent.  He usually let me know if he could, but that wasn’t always possible.  Even knowing that, it didn’t stop the fear and the worry that the worst had happened.

Shell’s gave me a supportive smile.  “I’m sure he’s fine.”  Her voice was firm, as if she was trying to convince us both.  But she knew what I was going through.  She was married to a Marine, even if her husband was currently stationed at the nearby base.

“Yeah, I know.”

She shook her head.  “No, don’t.  He’s fine.  I know it.”

There was something in her voice, a conviction, which made me sit up straight and squint at her.  She knew more than she was letting on.  I opened my mouth to demand answers when a commotion by the doors caught my attention.  I couldn’t see what was going on exactly, but I went quiet, trying to hear.

Shell had no such boundaries.  She jumped to her feet, then grabbed my wrist and tugged me up.  I had no choice but to trail behind her as dragged me through the maze of desks.  I tried to shake her loose, but damn that woman had a strong grip.

The desks stopped right before the lobby area, and it was only when we reached the carpeted expanse that she let me go.  I rubbed my wrist where her nails had dug into my skin and aimed a scowl at her.  The smirk on her face gave me pause, and slowly, I turned in the direction she was staring.

The dress blues registered first, the uniform snug to a well-muscled frame.  The highly polished shoes, the cover tucked under his arm, I took it all in unconsciously, not even registering for a moment who stood before me.  The instant I recognized the face, my heart dropped into my stomach only to immediately bounce back into my throat.

Corporal Jared Connors stood there, looking a little worse for the wear but hale, healthy, and whole.  Tears filled my eyes, and my heart started pounding.

“What?  How?  What?”

Jared just grinned.

I threw myself at him, squeezing him tight with both arms and legs.  He was real.  He was here.  I didn’t know how it was possible but the feel of him against me, his smell and his warmth, it wasn’t my imagination.  He held me so tightly I couldn’t draw breath, but it didn’t matter.  I hadn’t been breathing while he was gone anyway, a few more minutes wasn’t going to matter.  I buried my face in his neck and just cried.

“Hey baby,” his voice was low and soft and the most perfect thing I had ever heard in my life.

“What are you doing here?” I blurted, my voice sounding nasally.

“I was granted leave.  So I came home.”  He set me back on my feet and took my face in his hands.  “Needed to see you.”

I sniffed loudly, my gaze roving all over that beloved face.  “And you didn’t tell me?”  It was an accusation but it just made him laugh.  I’d been wrong before.  That was the most perfect sound.

“Surprise.”

Whatever my reply would have been was lost in a spine tingling, toe curling, knee weakening kiss.   Later when I saw the video someone had taken, I would notice the love shining in his eyes, the way I clung to him as if I’d never let him go, the entire office bursting into applause and cheers.  But in that moment, my entire focus was on the man in my arms, grateful and happy and loving that he was with me again.

**An alliteration from the Admiral this week: Amsterdam, anchovies, and anger management classes. Now, I love me some alliteration, but this one took some thought.  Enjoy!**

“Ray?”

I smiled at the sound of my boyfriend’s voice.  I loved it when he came home to me.  “Kitchen!”

Kyle walked in carrying a pizza box.  My stomach rumbled, and he gave me a full out grin.  But the moment he placed the box on the counter and flipped open the lid, my hunger fled.  I fixed him with a harsh glare.

“Anchovies?” I hissed.

He blinked.  “Only on half.”

It didn’t matter.  They were disgusting, and the smell got everywhere.  He liked them, but I fucking hated them.  And now I couldn’t eat my damn pizza.

“That’s just great!” I shouted.  “I’m fucking starving, and you ruined dinner!”

He tried for a smile.  “It’s like Amsterdam all over again.”

“That wasn’t my fucking fault!” I raged.  His attempt at humor wasn’t appreciated.  I was beyond pissed.  “And fuck you for bringing it up!”

Kyle’s face became a mask, showing no emotion.  Very slowly he reached out and flipped the lid of the box closed.  The he looked at me with dead eyes.  “Yeah.  Okay.”

He turned and walked right out of the house.  I watched him go before picking up a glass and hurling it at the wall.  It shattered with a satisfying crunch.  I stood there, breathing heavily, anger pouring through my veins.

Over anchovies.

Fuck.

I knew better than this.  My temper had always gotten the better of me, and I’d overreacted on more than one occasion.  It had landed me in jail, and I served three months.  I’d done the anger management classes, took the lessons to heart, and really changed myself.  But lately, the anger had been welling up and I’d been letting my temper leak out.

Tonight I’d exploded over pizza.  That was fucking ridiculous.  I got the broom and dust pan, and quickly cleared up the mess I’d made.  When I was finished, I closed my eyes, found my center, and did some deep breathing.  Now that I’d gotten myself back under control, I felt ashamed at my behavior.

I grabbed my keys from the counter, and hustled out of the house to go track Kyle down.  He’d stuck by me through the worst of it.  I’d never laid a hand on him, and I never would, but he’d endured me screaming and railing.  I’d ruined our vacation in Amsterdam last year and he still hadn’t left me.  I needed to fix this and fast.

It turned out I didn’t have to go far.  Kyle was sitting on the porch steps, and I saw him stiffen when he heard the front door open. He didn’t turn around.  I kept my steps careful and slow as I approached him, then sat down next to him leaving plenty of space.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice low and full of contrition.

“I know,” he murmured.  He didn’t look at me.

I felt like shit.  As I should.  There was no excuse for my behavior and I didn’t bother to try.  “I love you.”

He nodded, and then repeated, “I know.”

“I know I’ve been grumpy lately—“

His unamused snort interrupted me, and I had to give a self-deprecating chuckle.

“All right, I’ve been an ass lately, and behaving awfully.”  I took a deep breath and focused all my attention on him.  “I’ll get back into the classes.  Clearly I need to work the program again.”

Kyle blew out a breath and his shoulders relaxed, his posture opening up.  I might be an asshole, with serious anger issues, but I never lied.  He knew I would get back into anger management classes if I said I would.

“Thank you.”  His voice was soft.  He shook his head, and then finally looked at me.  “I know how much you hate anchovies.  I shouldn’t have gotten them at all.”

“No.”  My denial was quick.  “Don’t take any of this on yourself.  That whole scene back there was all me.”

He nodded.  “Yeah, but I’m not talking about that.  Yes, your reaction was completely uncalled for and disproportionate to the situation.  Which is why you’re going to start the classes again and be reminded how to deal.”  He glanced up at me for conformation, and I nodded fast.  He smiled.  “What I’m talking about is me being rather thoughtless.  I should have gotten two pizzas.”

I smiled at that.  It was one of the many reasons I loved him so much.  Kyle never shirked responsibility.  And while he wasn’t in any way to blame for the way I reacted, I really appreciated that he was willing to admit he wasn’t perfect.  I slid across the step until we were pressed up against each other.

“I’ll call my counselor in the morning and see when and where I can go, okay?”

“Thank you,” he said again.  He snuggled into my side, and I lifted an arm to pull him close.  We’d be all right.  I was going to make sure of it.  Kyle gave a content sounding sigh and then said, “I love you.”

“I love you,” I responded fervently.  I dropped a kiss in his hair, taking a second to inhale the scent of his shampoo. Then I pulled back and looked him in the eye.  “Wanna go out for Chinese?”

**This one was a definite challenge, which I know pleases the Admiral.  Cultural differences, a misunderstanding, and a farewell trip, led me to this.  I hope you like it**

A year.  I’d been living and working at the corporate headquarters in Weimar, Germany for an entire year.  Nose to the grindstone, shoulder to shoulder with a team of exceedingly intelligent men and women.  I’d been a fish out of water when I first arrived, the lone American on the project, and the only reason I’d been sent was because I had a good grasp of the language.  I’d been fortunate that the team I worked with took a liking to me and showed me the sights and only teased me a little when I didn’t understand some of the cultural differences.  They were good friends, and I’d come to rely on them. I was going to miss the holy hell out of them now that the project was completed and I was going home.

Even if not one single one of the fuckers could be bothered to throw me a going away party.

I shouldn’t have expected it, but I thought we were closer than that.  I thought they would miss me too, and would want to send me off in style.  As the date of my departure got closer, and still no one said anything, I thought perhaps it would be a surprise party.  But my train was leaving bright and early the next morning, it was nearly ten o’clock at night, and still nothing.  If I were completely honest, I was broken hearted about the whole thing.

I resigned myself to spending my last night in Germany on my own.  It hurt, but I’d deal with it.  I changed into my sleep wear and set about packing up the last of my things.  I’d already shipped several boxes home to the states, and since it was a company apartment, not much of what was left was mine.  I had two large suitcases and a duffle bag left, and I’d take that with me on the train to Berlin, and home on the plane.

The sudden pounding on my door scared the ever living shit out of me.  I took a moment to get myself under control before I cracked it open, then threw it wide.  Johann was a thing of beauty, tall, blond, and muscular.  He had a sharp wit, and a clever mind.  I’d been nursing a crush on the man for pretty much my entire stay.  But he’d never given me any indication that he was even the slightest bit interested, and since I didn’t want to get killed in a foreign country, I kept my mouth shut.

He sauntered in with that commanding swagger he had, and looked me straight in the eye.  “We all wonder why you never throw a party,” he said, his English a little stilted but his tone matter-of-fact.  “I think maybe you don’t know you should?”

I blinked, utterly confused.  “What?”

He gave me his patient smile.  “Here, when you go, you throw your own…” he trailed off for a moment, seemingly searching, and then his blue eyes lit up. “Goodbye party?  Is right term, yes?”

I took a minute to let that sink in.  “Really?”

Johann nodded, his grin shining.  “You leave tomorrow, so there is no time.  Instead, you and I, we take a trip.  I changed your flight home, and we’ll go on a…” His brow creased for a moment.  “A farewell trip.”

“Johann,” I said slowly, cautiously.  I loved the idea, of course.  But if it were just the two of us, I knew I would do something to show my interest and that could be all kind of disastrous.  More than that, I couldn’t figure out why Johann would want to do this.  We were close, yes, but a trip?  No, that wasn’t a good idea.  “I appreciate you wanting to make up for the misunderstanding but–”

Johann just shook his head and took a step closer to me, forcing me to look up at him and making my words dry up.  His blue eyes were soft with affection, and it took my breath away.  When he reached out to cup my cheek, my knees nearly buckled.

“You misunderstand,” he said quietly, emphasizing the word.  “It’s not because I want to ‘make up.’”  He stopped then, and continued on in German, apparently feeling like it would be easier to explain himself in his native tongue.  “You are leaving tomorrow, and I do not want to be parted from you.  So we will take this trip before you go home, get to know each other, so that when my transfer to the states comes through, we will be ready to start our relationship.”

“What?  I don’t–What?”

Johann captured me in his arms.  “You are not as subtle as you think, Kevin.  But this is not the safest place to be together, ja?  In your New York, it will be better.”

I nodded fast, all the feelings that had been building for the last year bubbling up.  He must have seen that on my face, because his grin was beautiful.  He bent toward me, but stopped before our lips touched.  “We will take this trip and then I will come to you in New York.”

It wasn’t a question, but I answered it anyway.  “Yes.”

The kiss tasted like promise and heat.  It was the best kiss of my life.

**Challenge director started the New Year off with a bang.  “Peonies,” he said with (what I imagine was) a slightly devilish smile. “And butter.  And a bed and breakfast.”  So here you go.  Enjoy!**

It was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing four day getaway to celebrate our anniversary.  Mason had planned the whole thing as a surprise, and I was more than willing to go along.  Even though I had to beg, plead, trade favors, and work overtime in order to get the time off from work.  We’d spent too much time apart lately, and we were in desperate need of reconnecting.  I couldn’t wait to have his undivided attention for four whole days, and to give him mine.

The bed and breakfast was practically on the shore of Lake George.  It was open year round, but since it was the off season, Mason had gotten a really good rate.  The drive had been long, and I wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, crawl between the sheets, and wrap my body around Mason’s.

The little elderly lady behind the desk checked us in quickly and efficiently.  I was actually surprised when we got a sweet smile and a pat on the hand instead of disgusted looks.  Mason took care of everything, and then assured the nice woman that we could find our room on our own when she handed over the key.

Tromping up the stairs, it wasn’t hard to locate which door was ours.  Mason unlocked it, then pushed the door open.  He stood back to allow me to enter first, and I gave him a tired smile as I stepped past him.  And stopped dead.

It had a king sized bed, which was nice.  But that was the only redeeming quality.  I rubbed my eyes, then blinked twice, just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.  I wasn’t.  The room was covered in flowers. Big pink blooms.  On the wall paper.  On the bedspread.  In the art on the walls and in a vase on the table.  They were everywhere.

I did the slow pan over the Mason.  He just laughed and gave a shrug.

“She did call it the Peony Room.”  He gave me a nudge out of his way, then pulled his suitcase in and shut the door.

I was still staring at him like he was nuts.  Then glanced around the room again.  My eyes nearly fell right out of my head.  “Butter.”

Mason gave me a puzzled frown.  “What’s that now?”

I gestured toward the tray where a peony covered teapot sat alongside a plate of cookies and muffins.  “The butter.   Even the pads of butter are carved into little peony shapes.  Who the hell does that?

Mason’s deep laugh made me scowl.  “Rory, honey, stop focusing on the flowers and start focusing on the fact that we’re alone together for four whole days with nothing to do but enjoy each other.  Be a good boy and unpack your suitcase.  Then I’ll help you take a shower.”  The eyebrow waggle was cute, but still my scowl deepened.  He reached out and flipped the lock on the door.

Since Mason wouldn’t let me get out of this monstrosity of a room, I did as he requested and unpacked my suitcase.  I grumbled the whole time, but I did it.  He was much more efficient than I was, and within a few minutes, he wandered into the en suite.  I heard the water turn on.  I moved quicker, wanting this task to be done.  I didn’t want Mason to start without me.

I’d just slid the last drawer closed when he appeared in the doorway.  His dark eyes were hooded, and he looked at me like he wanted to eat me.  I swallowed hard.  I loved it when he looked at me that way.

“Take off your clothes, sweetheart, and come see what I found.”

I stripped fast.  Mason disappeared in that moment I was pulling my shirt over my head.  When the rest of my clothes were in a heap on the floor, I practically ran to the bathroom.  Mason stood in the middle of the tiled floor, just as naked as I was, with a secret smile on his face.  He took a step to the side, and the sweep of his arm drew my gaze to what was behind him.

A tub.  A real claw-foot person sized tub.  Filled with steaming water, and looking like heaven on earth.  The noise I made was not exactly dignified, but Mason just laughed, took my hand and led me closer.  He steadied me as I climbed in.  The heat felt delicious as I sank down into the water.  My whole body gave a satisfied shudder.  And then Mason joined me, sliding in behind me and pulling my back up tight to his front.

I relaxed completely.  For the first time in what felt like ages, every muscle in my body was loose, all the tension gone.  Mason wrapped his arms around my waist, and one of his hands rubbed at my stomach.  A prelude to what would come later.  Right now, we were just enjoying each other.

I tipped my head back onto his shoulder and nosed along his jaw until he turned his head so that I could kiss him.  The pink blooms in our room notwithstanding, this was turning out to be an awesome vacation by virtue of this tub—and the man inside it with me—alone.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” Mason said softly as he broke the kiss.

I just grinned.  “Happy anniversary.”