Hey! I'm back. Initially this was going to be a one shoot, but I guess it could develop into just inner monologues form Wade's POV. I just thought that the episode with the cookies and the whole "romance" thing was just too damn cute, and so Wade-like. I really hope you enjoy!

Oh, I'm also working on my other story "Returning and Second Chances" so I think I'm going to update that one pretty soon too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hart of Dixie. Otherwise I would be manufacturing little bracelets that read "WWLBD?" (What Would Lemon Breeland Do?)


The reason for making and exception

He couldn't deny he was having fun. Watching her all flustered by this guy Max's attention and gifts was really entertaining. She couldn't even whisper a "no" at the kid's direction or otherwise the whole town would be on her trail. He might as well have a little fun with it, seeing that she was trapped in a no-way-out situation.

He had to admit the kid had some balls. Back to when he was at high school, he had never professed his attention for any girl like that. Usually just a smile at the hallway or a look after one of his football games and he got whichever girl he fancied that week. He didn't even remember having bought anything for Tansy after they got married. As he recalled, that had caused George to lecture him about not being a good boyfriend. Husband, Wade had corrected him. Well, even more so, Golden Boy had said. Whatever. He couldn't rival Tucker's expensive and thoughtful gifts for Lemon anyway. George was a guy that had been brought up with his papa sending his mum a dozen roses every week, meanwhile growing up in broken family, gifts where on the lacking side for Wade. His mother had passed away when he was a little boy, so he had no clue what to get to a woman. None of that had mattered, of course, because as he already knew, girls didn't chase after him for cute little presents or thoughtful flowers every morning. He could make breakfast and buy them a drink, but there he drew a line. Apparently, that had always been enough.

He looked up from the bar, saw her smiling with Rose, oblivious to the fact that the whole dance thing was for her. Then she looked at him enquiring and… was that a hopeful grin he saw on her face? Could she….? No, he was delusional for sure. She couldn't have thought… If she really thought that was from him then she clearly didn't know him. He would never do something like that, put himself out there like a juvenile boy. She was with him for their lack of romance, right? Why all of the sudden did it felt like he was doing something wrong?


He didn't understood women. Scratch that. If the female gender on its whole was confusing, then Miss Zoe Hart was a particular standing piece of work. Just two weeks ago she had walked all over their monogamous agreement and chase after George Tucker, and now he was in the examination room for not being romantic? Was this woman's purpose in life solely to drive him crazy? What was he to do? Profess his love to her? A Love he wasn't even sure he felt? And even if he did (Damn it, he didn't like the sound of that, even in his head), was he gonna be the sucker that stood there exposing his feelings alone while her wondering eyes went to Mr. Lawyer every chance she got? No Missy. He was not. He knew his time with her had an expiration date, so why be remembered as the guy with no dignity that went all the way, only to find out he was not corresponded?

He knocked on her door, looking for consolation in the form of her gorgeous little body, like he always did lately, only to find that she was gone. Instantly he felt a wave of remorse and sadness crawling from within him. Shit. Did he miss her already? It had only been less than 24 hours since they had last tangled up in his bed sheets and already he was a mess without her.

He went to Lavon's house so as to distract his mind with a quick game of Halo but only to find his friend concentered in what seemed like a scrap book of his and Ruby's pictures back at high school. He sneaked out of the room without being seen, sighting to himself. What had gotten into every man in town? What was the sudden urge to hand their hearts on a silver platter for women to tear them apart?


Cleaning after some tables back at the Rammer Jammer, his mind traced back to Zoe's date with that boy Max. He had to fight another laugh at the memory of her corsage and uncomfortable manners. Everyone in town had witness their dinner, and even had cheered after them when they had walked out of the bar. He suddenly wondered how Bluebell people would act if they saw the two of them talking in a little corner, enjoying dinner together, acting like a real couple. Kissing under a faint light. That would give 'em something to talk about for sure, he thought with smirk. He could even hear already the whispers in the town's square "What has gotten into that girl's head?" "I'm most certainly not going to see a doctor that needs to be checked herself, for sure" "Wade Kinsella? Are you sure it wasn't George Tucker you saw her with?". He cleared his head. That was not going to happen. Ever. Zoe didn't even want to go with him to a Halloween party, she wasn't going to parade around town with the resident screw-up.

He still wanted to do something nice for her. The cute thong…. Well, maybe that was more of a gift for him rather than for her. He had to face that he was at lost when it came to dealing with women like Zoe Hart (if there was anyone else out there as seriously crazy as her), so he had to call for reinforcement.


Something from his heart. Something from his heart. He guessed he could sing her a song, or fix up the leak in her bathtub. No, this had to be something more special, something that she could actually see he had been working on. But not too much. He didn't want to put himself out there that much, show her just how much power she had over him. But to make her smile like she did… to put that grin on her face and be the reason for it… God, he would give his soul if it was what it took. Maybe that was the problem to begin with.

He was going over some old boxes at his dad's place while his rambling went on, forced to be there until his old man was sleeping off his last hang over. Covered in dust between some old books he found a picture of his momma and him at the age of 5. Just 2 years before she had passed away. He remembered how she would bake him a cake or prepare his favorite hamburgers whenever he was feeling down and everything just clicked in his mind.

He just had to get online to figure out a recipe for those fancy cookies of her because he was sure they weren't in any southern cook books her mum could have ever owned.


After the mess he had left in Lavon's kitchen and the bickering he was going to get for it, these cookies may better be worth it. He doubted it. No woman could ever be valuable of that much fuss.

He waited until she got home and with a single look he was a devoted man again. She was worthy of it and so much more. So, so much more. So much more than him, than whatever he had to offer. Dating officially be screwed, he was the luckiest man on earth only to be allowed to touch her, to kiss her, to share those stolen moments they had together.

He tried not to make a big deal out of it. He had to. He was terrified she may realize what a wreck she had made out of him, how much she meant for him. He was so afraid of her knowing that with a blink of her eyes, she could destroy his heart into merely dust.

"Is the thought that counts" she said grinning. Could it be…? Did he… Did he actually just put a smile on her face? Because of something he had done?

He waited. He was dying, wishing she would say something, anything to keep him from muttering the words he knew he shouldn't have. You are worth it. You are everything. I love you.

He was never so glad she had asked him to get naked together. To get back to what they knew, to what felt so familiar for them. That night, while he was making love to her, he was grateful he had stopped himself. Maybe he had made an exception and baked for the first time that day. But he sure wasn't ready to declare his love for the first time.


Well, that was it! I watched the episode and kept on feeling like there was a deeper reason to as why Wade didn't went out and act more romantic, other than his bad-boy manners. I just kept on falling more and more in love with him, and that last scene? Seriously?! I think I fainted when I realized he had baked those cookies.

I hope you like it, please take a few minutes and tell me what you thought, is really appreciated.