For jennaxrose
"It's Valentine's Day," Mimi shouted suddenly as they sat at the breakfast table.
"Huh?" he said, well tried to say—you couldn't hear much around his mouthful of cereal.
She rolled her eyes, "We talked about you chewing before you speak."
He grinned at her, his mouth still full and she made a gagging noise.
"As I was saying, it's February 14."
"Really?" he said, "So?" Then he stopped, Valentine's Day was something that women usually freaked out about. He might not have dated for a while before Mimi but he remembered getting reamed for not giving girls the 'perfect' gift/date/.whatever else they expected. "Uh, I….I knew that, I mean the day, I knew."
Mimi smiled, "You did not. Relax Stanley; I'm not going to hurt you."
"But..."
"Stanley, the world all but ended a few months ago. I think that expecting diamonds for Valentine's Day would be a little crazy, even for me."
He smiled, "So, you're okay with us just forgetting it."
She was silent for a moment, and then nodded, "Sure. Listen, I'm going for a walk. I'll, uh, be back in a little while."
As she left he got the feeling that he'd seriously missed something.
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She'd run herself a bath later that day and again thanked every deity she could think of that they'd been able to have running water again.
As she got dressed in one of Stanley's flannel shirts and jogging pants she told herself that she was being silly. It wasn't that she expected gifts—like she told Stanley she wasn't crazy. It's just….Stanley was the first guy in…well ever that she'd actually wanted to spend Valentine's Day with. That she actually wanted to do something stupid and silly and romantic.
Sighing she told herself she was being ridiculous, after all she had told him they should just forget it.
When she walked down the stairs she was surprised to find all the candlelight coming from the kitchen, instead of the living room, where they usually sat before going to sleep.
"Stanley," she called
"In the kitchen."
She walked in and then stopped in shock, "What…"
The table was covered in a tablecloth, there was fancy china she'd never seen before out and wine in glasses.
He shrugged, "I uh….went to the bar and managed to get some wine, not sure how good its going to be, and I cooked your favorite food, well your favorite food that I could get my hands on and uh," he thrust out his arm which were clutching a handful of wildflowers, "Not roses, and I know they're not great, but they're not poison ivy.' He stood hand stretching the flowers for her, his eyes were downcast and he looked exactly the way he had the first time she'd seen his naked chest while cleaning his wounds.
Eager to make that insecurity disappear she moved towards him. Taking the flowers she put her hand to her cheek and whispered, "Thank you Stanley. I love them, I love it."
He smiled, "That's good, cause, well I love you."
The flowers were crushed between them as she kissed him.