Marlene's a romantic. It's as simple as that. In college, she'd plan big dates and dinners, and she'd give flowers and chocolate to her date every Valentine's. Granted, she went all out because dating was nonexistent in her highschool life, and her mother and Darlene, her sister, urged her to start looking. It's just in her- and her family's- nature.
But with Skipper… Words never had to be spoken; he was a man of action. It was hard to notice at first. He'd give her hand a gentle squeeze at times, hug her from behind and make dinner when she had a bad day; small gestures like that told her that he loved her.
The brunette wanted to do the same for him, so she devised a plan to send him love letters. The only catch would be that she wouldn't say who it's from. Now, with a box full of love letters that carried her heart, she placed one in their mailbox each day. She'd watched him from across the kitchen counter in the morning as his stoic expression shifted as he read each one, but he'd never address her about them.
It wasn't until after a week when Skipper looked up at her after reading the letter of the day. "You know… Someone keeps leaving me letters, and they're not from the North Wind."
Marlene bit her bottom lip to prevent her smile. Raising an eyebrow, she decided to play along. "Really? What's it about?"
"Apparently, someone in this complex has a crush on me." Skipper sighed tiredly as he looked down at the paper. "Looks like I have to find the sap, and let them down. You know, I thought everyone in this building knew we're together."
Marlene's eyes widened. He thinks… No… Oh, that's rich! Breaking her shocked expression, Marlene giggled under her breath. Circling around the kitchen island to him, she pecked his cheek. "Don't hurt them too hard, alright."
Skipper smirked with a chuckle before tilting his head up to give her a light kiss back, "As you wish." They stare at each other lovingly, Marlene's letter crinkles in her significant-other's hands.
Smiling wide, Marlene finally quits the charade. "You really don't know who the letter's from."
Skipper furrows his eyebrows at the rhetorical question, "Why? Do you?"
Marlene removes her hand from his arm to cover her laugh. "I mean I should know." She smirks, "I wrote them."
Skipper's usual nonchalant expression suddenly becomes surprised as his jaw drops, and he stares at her with an incredulous face. "You wrote this?" He asked while pointing to her and the letter. Marlene gives him a giddy nod. "You wrote all of them?" Another excited nod.
The man placed the letters down and stood up; without warning, Skipper pulled her into a tight hug- kissing the top of her short hair. She leaned into him, a large smile still plastered on her face. He pulled away with his hand playing with the short hairs near her ears.
"I am really dense aren't I?" he teased.
Marlene laughed, "If that were the case, I never would have married you."
