Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to Psych but I will tell you what I do own...a pineapple (delish BTW), several pairs of shoes, and a awesome water bottle with butterflies on it.
She stalked through his apartment, wearing one of his favorite shirts, taking in every detail. His place, their place she reminded herself, had changed so much since she moved in.
The apartment still had the functionality he craved but there were more feminine touches she added, some knickknacks, her shoes now lined up next to his, paintings of meadows and flowers and other touches that she knew he would never had agreed too if it had been anyone else. She smiled as she thought about him and their current situation.
They have only been "officially" dating for four months when she moved in. It's true that they saw each other each Wednesday but that was through Plexiglas and involved things like visitor hours and orange jumpsuits.
Those six months before her release had been long but each Wednesday she could look forward to his salt n' pepper hair and goofy grin he wore while talking to her. On the day of her release he was waiting in his Crown Vic with six dozen roses. Yes six dozen roses "A dozen for each month you didn't get to enjoy their fragrance," he said. From then on she knew she was going to marry him someday and if God graced them maybe a blue eyed, dark haired little girl.
Pushing her thoughts aside she began preparing the apartment for his arrival. It was their first Christmas that they were spending together in their place. She began with the bedroom placing candles on every available surface.
She moved on out to the kitchen where she busied herself with the dinner she had been cooking. Everything was almost finished except for the turkey, I hope it is ready in time; she basted it one last time then headed for the shower.
A/N: I thought it was about time for some happy Lassie stories... there are just too dang many where he loves and loses. So here is my attempt. Remember reviews are better that candied pineapple.