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Summary : The little things were what made Life more beautiful.

Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! This is also a translation of a drabble I wrote in february.

This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.

The little things

Facing the door of his house, Homer felt miserable. It was Valentines' Day and as usual, nothing had been the way it was planned.

Marge deserved better than flowers from the gas station and a cheap box of chocolates.

Oh, knowing her, Marge would be already very happy with it, the mere fact that he actually remembered mattered to her, but compared to all the happiness she brought it, he found it laughable. Marge was the most beautiful thing that happened in his life, the most beautiful day of his life was when she had said yes on their wedding dat, and everyday that God made, he was the happiest because he woke up next to her and he was reunited with her in the evening.

Marge was his drug, his muse, his goddess, his everything.

He sighed.

The Gilded Truffle, the most distinguished restaurant in Sprinfield, had cancelled their reservations because of a flood that occurred that day. Mister Burns had annuled the bonus that would have allowed him to buy Marge a sweet jewel. And on top of everything, no one could babysit the kids. Oh, he loved his kids, he'd die for them, but it was far from romantic, a family dinner at Krusty Burger on Valentines' Day! He took a deep breath and entered.

"Hey Marge!" He said

"Hey Homer!" She replied with a bright smile

He had the shy smile of a enamoured teenager when he handed over to her his gift, wishing her a happy Valentines' Day and telling her "I love you." Her sweet smile and her joy erased all of his doubts.

"Oh, Homer! They are magnificent! Thank you!"

"Where are the kids?" He asked, surprised by how calm the house was.
"My sisters are taking them to the fair and babysit them for the night! We have the whole house for ourselves and only ourselves! Come!"

In the dining room, a candelight dinner was expecting them.

"Oh, Marge! Pork chops breaded with Cheetos' powder! How did you..." He exclaimed

"I remember it is one of your favourite dish, my sweet dummy." She kissed him

Homer then remembered something:

Yes, Marge liked beautiful surprises.

But what Marge loved most was for them to be together, with a lot of small attentions to make each other's lives even sweeter.

The End