I love Dwangela so much I had to write this. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the office, NBC...
It was held close to her heart, and even though she was trying to go with the whole 'we-are-not-involved-with-each-other' thing, she couldn't help but turn to him with the look of utmost gratitude. He deserved it, she had almost thought he'd forgotten Valentines Day.
The bobble head was nothing, she got it pretty cheap. All she had to do was send a few photos of Dwight to a person in her church group, they had special connections.
No, it didn't have to do with the gifts. It wasn't even the cookies, even though they were delicious too. It was the way he waited for her. He waited for her to finally kiss him, he waited for the first cookie, and together they enjoyed it.
He always let her have her half first. Always.
Mose wasn't that bad either, even though sometimes she got sick of calming him, after one of his many nightmares. She didn't really mind though, Mose liked her comfort and Dwight was proud that they got along.
These were all signs, the cookies, her meeting Mose, the way he was willing to tell the entire office that they were in love. Him driving to New York so she could get the papers to corporate. She shouldn't have seen it coming, but she didn't. He had wanted to propose.
She still blames Pam, for the way she made Angela go with everyone to the hospital, if she had just let Angela go home then he wouldn't have taken pity on Sprinkles. That was what ruined everything. She knows it wasn't really Pam's fault, but when you lost the one closest to you this is what happened. You blamed, you avoided, anyone who was as proud as Angela would.
One year later, everything was so much different.
"Ooooh, look! Angela made brownies!" Kevin grabbed for one, frowning at Angela's disapproving look.
"Ah, my flower has made brownies. Tell me, was it something I did?" Andy came around, smiling down at Angela and smiling suggestively. She rolled her eyes.
"No, Bernard. It wasn't because of you. If it was that great, then she would have made cookies." Dwight smirked at everyone, taking pleasure in their confusion.
"Cookies? Ange, you make cookies? Those are my favorite!" He now had that wild, slightly crazy, not quite sane, shark smile on his face. Angela just stared in shock of Dwight's words.
"Yeah. Good cookies, if I might add." He now was talking the voice that suggested that he was superior to everyone else in the room. And, in Angela's mind, he once was superior to everyone.
"What? He got some cookies and I haven't?" Andy was angry, stomping his foot like a child. Dwight sneered, masking that sadness that came around whenever he laid eyes on the blond head.
If it was a little meh, then tell me.