I came home after a long day at the DEO (do the alien catastrophes ever stop?). Walking down the hall, something seemed off. Of course there was still a pumpkin cut out hanging on the door to my- our apartment. Maggie had moved in with me a few months ago.
Anyway, when I opened the door Maggie turned around from the mini fake tree she was decorating and grinned. "Surprise!" I looked around the apartment. There were green, red, and silver garlands hung around the kitchen and framing the doorways. Wreaths hung in various places on the walls. There was a fake snowman sitting in the middle of the island in the kitchen. I'm pretty sure that was new. And of course, the little tree hung with ornaments and lights.
"Babe" I said taking half a step further into the apartment. "What're you doin'?"
"I know how much you love Christmas and how stressful work's been lately so… I thought this might cheer you up a bit." Maggie was crazy but that prideful smile was so cute. I couldn't help myself so I walked over and kissed her softly.
"It looks great. But, Maggie, it's October."
She flashed a dorky smile and turned the cheery music up. Pulling me to the middle of the room she started dancing (badly) and singing (less badly). The real surprise is the fact that Maggie evidently knows all the words to "Twelve Days of Christmas".
Now that it's actually December, Maggie and I are throwing a Holiday party. Of course, in the Danvers house that always meant a day if cooking and baking, so Maggie and I put on the holiday classics and got to work in the kitchen.
By mid afternoon it was cookie time and we had pulled everything out. I started cracking eggs while my assistant (let's be real, I do most of the cooking in this relationship) started scooping flour. I noticed that she had dropped some on the counter. Maggie tried to clean it up with a towel, but she dropped it on the the counter and the flour flew into the air.
I rolled my eyes but she laughed. Though, as she did she inhaled some of the cloud and started coughing.
"Oh my god Maggie. Have you never even been in a kitchen?"
"I am a detective, Danvers. How would I have time to bake?"
I looked at her for a second. "I am too" I replied.
"Yeah but you're perfect, baby." She smiled teasingly before saying, "can you help me with this?" I stepped closer and picked up the measuring cup from the counter. As I did Maggie gave the flour bag a sudden squeeze and once again it billowed into the air, this time covering (yes, covering) me and the floor beneath us.
"Sawyer! You jerk!"
"C'mon you know you love it" she replied through fits of laughter.
Obviously I do.
