A/N: Hello! Happy Saturday! I'm very excited to share a oneshot with you – not just because it's the first thing I've posted in a while, but also because it's the fastest I've written anything in a super long time. I really hope you all enjoy it!
She had no idea he was giving her gifts on Sweetest Day until they were actually dating.
Truthfully, she didn't know what Sweetest Day even was until that first year. It was never something her dad celebrated with her mom or a day she'd ever spent with a boyfriend. It just wasn't on her radar, so the dots didn't connect until that first card.
Until then, she was sort of kept in the dark.
Looking back, Hailey realized the first 'gift' Jay had ever given her was coffee and a pumpkin muffin.
It was two weeks after his dad had died, and he'd already taken her out for a beer as an apology for yelling at her, so she figured they were even. She knew he had been grieving and that he'd taken it out on her. It'd stung at the time, but she didn't want to hold it against him forever. He apologized, she appreciated it, they moved on.
Until he knocked on her door at 10am on October 20th.
"Jay?" she said as she opened the door.
"Uh, hi," he replied, clearing his throat before shooting her a small smile, "Just wanted to say 'sorry' again and offer you breakfast since I was in the neighborhood."
Hailey raised an eyebrow and glanced to the white bag in one hand and a tray of coffee in the other. "Sorry for what?" she asked.
"How I acted when my dad died," Jay explained quietly, "Just-"
"Hey, no," she said while shaking her head. She reached forward to grab his elbow and pull him through the door before adding, "You've apologized enough. I get it."
"It wasn't fair," Jay argued as he set the coffee and bag on her entryway table. He slipped his jacket off then said, "But, so you don't fight me too much, it's nothing crazy - just a muffin and coffee."
Hailey hesitated before grabbing his jacket from him and saying, "I do like muffins."
"I know," Jay chuckled, picking up the breakfast and bringing it into the kitchen.
Once she hung up his jacket, she followed him and asked, "What kind of muffins?"
"Pumpkin," Jay answered. He pulled the two muffins from the bag and set them on napkins.
Hailey smiled and sat next to him at the island. "How festive."
Jay slid one to her and said, "They're the best kind."
"Chocolate chip are pretty good," Hailey replied.
"Pretty good," Jay repeated, "Pumpkin are amazing."
Hailey laughed before taking a bite. Holding back a smile, she nodded and said, "It is good."
"Mhmm," Jay hummed, smirking himself as he sipped his coffee.
"Oh, shut up," Hailey said softly, "I'll never say you're right."
Jay winked and said, "Doubt it."
Hailey laughed again and shrugged.
Nudging her shoulder, Jay took a bite of muffin and asked her what her plans were for the day. She had none, and neither did he, so they spent the morning sitting at her island simply talking.
In the background, the women on the local news reminded Chicago that it was Sweetest Day - a day to give the person you love a little gift to remind them you care.
Hailey didn't even hear it because she was too busy laughing at some dumb joke Jay told her, but she certainly felt cared for as she passed the hours with the guy whose company she'd grown to really enjoy.
A year later, on October 19th, Hailey literally ran into him at the pharmacy. She was picking up a prescription when she spun around and stumbled against him.
"Whoa, hey there," he said before grabbing her arms and stepping backwards. Immediately, he smiled and said, "Hailey."
She looked up and relaxed. "Jay," she breathed, "Hey, sorry."
He studied her for a moment then asked, "Everything okay? No side effects from the other day, right?"
"No, nope, I'm good," she answered, silently thanking the gods above that she had not been infected with the flesh-eating bacteria that almost ripped the two of them apart. "Just picking up a prescription," she explained and lifted the bag.
Jay tilted his head to the side and said, "That doesn't always equal good. Prescriptions can mean lots of things."
"Well, don't worry about this one," Hailey replied, "You, on the other hand, why're you here? Something wrong with your arm?"
"Uh," Jay weakly laughed. Tugging at his jacket, he sighed and showed her the cut on his arm Will had fixed up with medical tape. "A piece came off and it started bleeding, so I came to get some more," he explained.
Hailey raised an eyebrow before carefully grabbing his arm. She looked over the bandaid he'd thrown on the cut and asked, "Why don't you just go back to Will? Can't he do it professionally?"
"He already threatened stitches, so I'm not risking anything," Jay said, "I can do this myself."
Hailey couldn't help but laugh as she let go of him. "You really don't have to be so difficult when it comes to your medical needs," she said.
Jay rolled his eyes and pulled his jacket back on. "I-"
"Hate hospitals and needles, I know," Hailey finished, "But…what if we eventually need to amputate your arm because you DIYd your bandage?"
"First of all, that's rude," Jay said despite the smile teasing his lips, "I wasn't going to say that."
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"What were you going to say?"
Jay shook his head and quietly snorted before saying, "I wasn't gonna mention the hospital hatred, but…just shut up."
Hailey laughed harder and set a hand on his arm.
"And second," Jay continued, smiling down at her, "This would not result in my arm getting amputated. I wasn't infected, so I'm safe. Don't joke about that."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Hailey said as she quieted down.
Jay chuckled and turned to lead her toward the cash register. He kept glancing down at her prescription in hand until they made their way to the counter. Before Hailey could blink, he grabbed a few bags of M&Ms from the display and set them next to his medical tape. He swiftly paid for his items then stepped to the side for her.
She couldn't help but shoot him a few looks of her own while paying for her prescription, but stayed quiet until they'd stepped outside together.
"Since when do you eat chocolate?" she asked.
"I eat chocolate," Jay argued.
"Okay, sure," Hailey teased.
Jay smiled and pulled the M&Ms out. "Though you assumed right," he said, slipping the bag from her hand to toss the chocolate in it, "This is for you."
Hailey's eyes widened and she said, "What?"
Jay shrugged, passed the bag back, and said, "You deserve it."
"I cannot eat all of this on my own," Hailey argued.
Again, Jay shrugged and said, "Spread it out. You don't need to eat it all today."
Slowly shaking her head, Hailey hesitated then suggested, "Or you can come over today and share it with me?"
Jay smiled slightly and asked, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Hailey repeated. She looked down at her bag and smiled as well. "We could watch the game."
"What game?" Jay chuckled.
"I…don't know," Hailey laughed, "But we can find out."
Jay shook his head before laughing softly and giving her a nod. "All right," he said, "Let's go."
Hailey's smile widened as they began their walk toward her condo together, not even noticing the Sweetest Day signs in the flower shop they passed.
The day she learned what Sweetest Day was, Jay made her breakfast in bed.
Hailey didn't even know if dating someone for barely a week was actually dating, but she'd spent more nights curled up in bed against Jay's chest than not, so she figured they were most likely on their way to dating. Especially since she personally had no intentions of ever leaving him. He meant…everything to her. She couldn't lose him.
To her surprise, she was woken by a soft hand running through her hair followed by a kiss to her lips. Opening her eyes, she immediately smiled at Jay standing over her in his apartment.
"Hey," she croaked before having the chance to clear her throat.
"Good morning," Jay replied. He reached behind her as she sat up to adjust her pillows then straightened the blankets over her.
Hailey raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's going on?"
Jay bent down to retrieve a tray of waffles and coffee that he placed over her lap then said, "Happy Sweetest Day."
Hailey's lips parted slightly and she felt her cheeks blush. Letting out a soft laugh, she breathed, "What?"
"Happy Sweetest Day," Jay repeated with a now nervous smile of his own. He turned away again to pick up a small bouquet of flowers and a card off the floor.
"Oh," Hailey whispered as she looked over everything. She instantly felt bad that she'd had absolutely no idea Sweetest Day was even a thing and had no clue what it really meant, but she was beginning to assume Jay was aware of that too since she was aware he could read her like a book.
"I hope you don't mind," he said softly, "I know it's been like six days, but you…you're special, Hailey, and you mean a lot to me, so I wanted to show you that."
She slowly nodded then looked up to meet his gaze. In those six short days, they'd gone from partners and best friends to kissing in bars and sleeping together to him holding her for hours as she cried through her complicated feelings about her dad. She assumed that, in some weird way, they'd already proved they could get through the worst. This breakfast was a token of what good was to come.
"Thank you," she said and reached forward to grab his hand holding the card. With a light tug, he leaned forward to kiss her slowly until she was left gasping for breath while trying not to knock the coffee over.
"Flowers are for you," Jay added once he'd pulled away and sat on the edge of his mattress.
Hailey hummed a soft laugh of appreciation and breathed, "Thank you," before opening the card Jay had set on her lap.
It was simple - just a plain white card with two cartoon hearts holding hands on the front - but it was absolutely perfect for the two of them. Inside, under the typed 'Happy Sweetest Day,' was a handwritten message that she couldn't stop reading over and over again.
Thank you for staying in Chicago. I don't know if I've properly thanked you yet, but I hope this can be the start. You're a good, beautiful person, and I'm lucky to have you in my life. ~ Yours, Jay
She blinked past tears and looked up at him after having memorized the short message. Smiling, she nodded and reached to pull him into a bone-crushing hug.
"Thank you for being my reason to stay," she whispered.
Jay smiled against her hair and kissed her temple. "So it's all okay? What I wrote?" he asked.
Hailey nodded and pulled away to look again at the card. Instantly smiling, she said, "As long as I can be yours too."
Jay's face lit up and he said, "I'd like that. A lot."
Hailey's smile grew even brighter to match, and she carefully lifted the bedside tray from her lap.
"Whoa, hey, I thought-"
"It's always going to be you before waffles, Jay."
He hesitated from grabbing the tray from her then laughed and helped her set it on the ground near the flowers. Still chuckling, he climbed on top of her and began pushing the blankets to the side. As his hand slipped his t-shirt she'd claimed as her own hours before, he easily moaned and leaned down to catch her lips in his.
She let out a soft moan of her own and wrapped her arms around him. Pulling him closer, she already couldn't wait for the next Sweetest Day.
Unfortunately, as the day drew closer and closer the following year, she began dreading it and regretted being so excited about it. She hated keeping secrets from Jay, and the fact that she'd killed someone without him knowing was beginning to tear her apart. She'd started noticing the signs advertising for Sweetest Day, and she had no idea how she'd be able to accept any sort of gift from Jay when she hated herself for putting such a rift in their relationship.
And then he found out two days before.
He hadn't been irate or yelled at her. He'd been disappointed and upset, maybe even a little scared. She didn't know if she preferred that over the anger she'd been expecting.
He kept his distance from her the following day, so that when she came out of their bedroom on the 17th, she was certainly not expecting a bouquet of roses on the kitchen island.
The air got stuck in her lungs as she stared at the flowers. It had to have been an illusion or a dream.
"Oh, you're up."
In a way, it stung. He hadn't ever greeted her like that in the morning, even when she'd woken up before him and faked sleep much to his amusement.
She turned toward the door where Jay was standing with a white paper bag and bit her lip.
"I just…I ordered us some muffins," he explained quietly, "Thought you might like one with some coffee before we head in."
Hailey nodded and her gaze flickered back to the roses.
Jay padded over to the island where he set the bag down. He took a deep breath before taking the few steps toward her and pulling her in his arms.
She felt instant comfort as she sank into his chest. For a moment, they weren't two police officers covering a murder or an engaged couple who were in some sort of argument - if that was even the right word. They were just two people who loved each other, and it felt really, really good.
Hailey's hands searched purchase in the back of Jay's shirt as she squeezed her eyes shut and silently begged him to never let her go.
"Happy Sweetest Day," Jay murmured into her ear.
She blinked back tears and breathed, "Happy Sweetest Day, Jay."
He tightened his hold on her and ran his fingers through her hair. Burying his face in her hair, he whispered just loud enough for her to hear: "I love you."
The tears couldn't be held back any more as they dampened her cheeks. Hailey sniffled and dug her nails into the fabric of his shirt. "I love you too," she whispered.
They stayed like that long after they should have broken apart for breakfast.
Just about a year later, Hailey sat at the kitchen island rereading the last Sweetest Day card she'd received:
We'll figure it out. I love you. ~ Jay
It shattered her heart.
They had figured it out. They had gotten married and stuck together through it all. Their lives were going to be so much better now that Roy's death was in the past.
Just for a switch to flip in Jay's brain and steal him away ten months later.
Hailey threw the card to the ground and let out a sob. It wasn't fair. Jay needed to be here with her. Jay was her husband. Jay couldn't just leave her.
She kicked against the island and cried harder. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
Yes, she wanted Jay to feel better. Yes, she knew he needed to return to black and white.
Yes, she missed him.
She wanted him back. She needed him back. She didn't know how she could do life and work without him. She didn't know how she could do Sweetest Day without him.
It was supposed to be their first married Sweetest Day, and now that was stolen from her as well. A lot of things were stolen from her by Jay leaving.
Her heart being the biggest one.
She cried into her arms at the kitchen island well into the night. It had become a new nightly ritual if she was ever forced to leave work before she was truly tired: she sat somewhere in her apartment and cried. It was two of the worst weeks of her life.
Eventually, she did drag herself to the bed she now shared with no one and fell atop it with Jay's pillow tucked into her side. Falling asleep, she tried telling herself that she could still smell him if she thought hard enough. There was no way the smell of his shampoo and cologne could have disappeared so soon.
Waking up, her head hurt and her back ached. Had Jay been there, he would have stood behind her while she ate her oatmeal and tried rubbing the pains away, but he wasn't, so she settled on taking more advil than necessary and drinking her coffee on the couch.
She was lost in the memory of Jay last helping her through a headache by lightly rubbing the back of her neck while they watched TV together a month before when there was a knock on the door.
Looking at her phone, she groaned and hated whoever was disturbing her before 8am. She swore it was probably someone with the wrong apartment number and tried ignoring it, but they knocked again, so she pushed off the cushions to turn away whoever was there.
She looked through the peephole to see a young girl in a delivery hat standing there holding a white bag and a coffee. She sighed then said, "Sorry, wrong door."
"Oh," the girl said. Hailey watched as she pulled her phone out to check the address. "You're not Hailey Halstead?"
Hailey's heart dropped.
No one knew Hailey had changed her name except for Jay, Trudy, and someone in payroll since her bank account and social security card now had new names attached to them. It wasn't something she made a big deal out of and insisted Trudy keep it a secret. She didn't want people causing issues at work, but she had wanted to feel closer to Jay and have the same last name as her future children.
She opened the door and slowly said, "That's me."
The girl let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Good. I haven't gotten an order wrong yet; I was worried for a second." She held out the bag and coffee and said, "Here you go. Have a nice day."
Before Hailey could ask any questions, the girl had turned to walk away.
Hailey returned to the kitchen, her mind going a mile a minute. She knew Trudy was worried about her, but to send her breakfast on a Saturday when she'd already made plans to be at work in an hour seemed strange. Her stomach grumbled, though, and she didn't want to ignore the hunger pangs any longer, so she slipped her hand in the bag to pull out a pumpkin muffin.
Smiling at the memory of Jay randomly showing up at her old condo with pumpkin muffins years before, she blinked past a few tears and took a bite of the breakfast. It tasted just as good as it had when they were friends.
The drive to work was filled with music that was too loud in order to prevent any coherent thoughts of Jay from forming. Like the crying at the kitchen island, it'd become a new ritual.
By the time she got to work, Hailey had convinced herself that Trudy sent the muffin - it was Fall, pumpkins were in season, she'd been checking in on her periodically, it all made sense - so instead of heading toward the stairs up to Intelligence, she went straight for the front desk to thank her.
Trudy wasn't there, though, sending Hailey up the stairs while unzipping her jacket. "Anyone know where Platt is?" she asked the second her foot hit the bullpen floor.
Dante turned from his desk and said, "Haven't seen her."
Kim looked up from her computer as well. "She went with Mouch to go look at the Fall colors," she said.
Hailey stopped from sitting at her desk to breathe, "What?"
Kim slowly nodded and said, "She told us yesterday, remember? They're at some bed and breakfast a couple hours from here."
"Oh," Hailey said softly. She racked her memory until she did find a brief moment where Trudy had stopped at the top of the stairs the afternoon before to announce she was going away for the weekend and to not bother her.
She scrunched her nose up as she sat down. Trudy wouldn't have sent her breakfast if she was going away. Glancing to Jay's empty desk, she sighed then turned her computer on.
The thought that Jay sent it was too heavy to bear. He was in Bolivia. He couldn't send muffins at 7:56am.
She blinked her eyes quickly and shook her head. She refused to cry at work.
Throwing her hair into a ponytail, she set to finishing her paperwork from the week that she'd tried doing the night before only to be scolded by Kevin.
"You're going to work yourself to death," he'd said, "Go home and just come in tomorrow. You need to sleep."
It had been sweet in a way, but it also annoyed her. She didn't need a babysitter telling her what to do. Still, she had listened because the thought of coming in the next day to work instead of spending a Saturday, and this heart-wrenching holiday, alone was too tempting.
The sound of Kim and Dante working was welcome white noise. She didn't know where Adam was and Kevin had texted early that morning that he woke with a head cold. She was fine with him staying away; she didn't want him getting her sick and forcing her to stay in her apartment alone for days on end. She wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Hailey."
The sound of her name in a tone all-too-familiar to her eventually broke her from her daze.
She looked up from her case files to see Will walking toward her. She had to blink quickly to assure herself it wasn't Jay.
"Hey," he said as he got closer, "You've been avoiding me."
Hailey tried to smile and avoided Kim and Dante's now curious eyes. "I'm not avoiding you," she said, "I've just been busy."
"Yeah, well, take a break every once in a while," Will said, pulling out Adam's desk chair to sit across from her, "I stopped by your place and when you weren't there on a Saturday, I figured you were here."
Hailey rolled her eyes and gestured toward her nosy coworkers. "They're here," she said.
"Just trying to do my part," Dante explained.
"And Adam insisted I get out of the house for a while so he could set something up with Makayla," Kim added.
Will nodded and turned back to Hailey. "See?" he said, "No reason you need to be here. Let's go to Molly's tonight. I was just there the other day and Stella said she hadn't seen you in a while when I was talking to her about J-"
"I'm not going to Molly's," Hailey interrupted.
"Just a beer," Will pleaded, "I'll pay. I'm worried-"
"Would you stop?" Hailey said with a forced laugh, "I'm fine. I'm fine! I'm just trying to keep busy. The house is a little quiet now."
"Hailey," Will whispered.
Kim met her eyes and tilted her head to the side. Wordlessly, Hailey begged her to support her. She didn't want to spend time with Will - not when it was still so painful to even just think about Jay.
Luckily for her, Kim let out a breath and said, "She can't go out with you tonight, Will. It's Sweetest Day. Brother-in-laws and sister-in-laws can't go on dates on Hallmark holidays. It's gross."
Hailey closed her eyes and internally winced, but she hoped it worked.
Before Will could argue, Dante said, "Oh, you're Jay's brother. Dante Torres." He stuck his hand out and added, "Nice to meet you."
Will looked away from Hailey to shake his hand. "Will Halstead," he said, "And same to you."
"He's a good guy," Dante said, "I-we…we miss him around here." His gaze shifted to Hailey and he frowned an apology.
She sent him a stiff smile and nodded.
Will sighed then looked at Hailey. "Fine," he said, "We don't have to go out tonight to avoid whatever incest Kim is implying."
Kim laughed and held her hands up. "I'm just saying," she said, "Everyone's going to assume you're a couple."
"You're going out with Adam tonight?" Dante asked.
Kim raised an eyebrow and her lips parted, but she said nothing.
Dante winked toward Hailey, earning him a genuine smile in response, then returned to work before Kim could say more. He may have accidentally twisted the knife in her stomach, but he was sweet and meant well. She was glad to have him in the unit. She was glad Jay had picked him.
Will chuckled to himself then asked Hailey, "What about breakfast tomorrow? We can meet at that diner near your place. I want to catch up. We don't have to talk about…you know."
Hailey swallowed the nerves in her throat and accepted that she couldn't avoid her brother-in-law forever. "Okay," she said, "I can do that."
"Great," Will said softly, standing up, "See you then."
Hailey nodded and waved before turning back to her computer. She heard Will say his goodbyes to the other two then returned to work. She just needed to power through the day. It was just a Saturday like any other. Sweetest Day was just a day. It was like before she met Jay. She could get through it. She always had before.
She didn't spend nearly as much time at the district as she had planned, but when Kim had been gone for two hours and Dante was still pouring over a set of paperwork, she decided to be the leader Jay had wanted her to be and tell him to go home. He countered her and said if she was staying, he'd stay too, so she led by example and walked out of the bullpen with him.
The blaring music left little room for thoughts in her car, but the quiet music that filled the elevator was no such help. Hailey was trying to decide a movie to watch that wouldn't make her upset since nearly every thing she thought of reminded her of Jay when she rounded the corner to see a bouquet of flowers sitting in front of her door.
She stopped walking and tried telling herself it was a mistake. They weren't for her; they couldn't be for her. It was a mistake.
But then she was walking again toward the Autumn themed bouquet and knew it wasn't a mistake, just like how she knew all along the muffin hadn't been from Trudy.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she picked up the flowers with a small white card and a bag of M&Ms stuck inside. Before she could even bother to open the apartment, she looked at the card and gasped out a quiet sob.
I miss you and I love you, so can I call you? ~ Your Husband
They hadn't talked on the phone since Jay's first morning in Bolivia. Their schedules just had a hard time lining up, so texts were better.
She needed this.
Shoving the key in the lock and then pushing the door open, Hailey hurried to set the flowers on the kitchen island next to the first card Jay had ever given her and last year's card she'd picked off the ground the night before.
She had been angry and upset and scared for the past two weeks, but all those feelings went to the side as she waited for Jay to answer the call.
"Hey, you."
Hailey cried instantly.
It wasn't like the first night without him or even how she'd been hours before at this very spot, but it was overwhelming and gut-wrenching to hear the voice of the man she loved more than anything through a phone because he was on a different continent. She couldn't fight the endless tears and choked out sobs that spilled from her.
"I know, I know," Jay whispered, "I'm okay. You're okay. Take a second. I'm right here. I'm right here."
He wasn't; he was in Bolivia, but for the first time in a long time, Hailey could hear him breathing and guessed he was near tears himself as she heard him sniffle and swallow a lump in his throat over the line.
She stumbled onto a barstool and took a long, shaky breath until she felt like she could calm down enough to talk.
"Hi," she finally whispered.
Jay chuckled then said, "Hi."
"You-You bought me breakfast," Hailey said softly.
"Yeah, I was hoping you'd know it was from me. I couldn't figure out how to write a note on there, but you got the flowers, right? That one was easy."
"And M&Ms," Hailey said with her own laugh, "You didn't have to."
"It's Sweetest Day, of course I had to."
Hailey closed her eyes against more tears and nodded. She knew that. She'd always known that.
"Next year, we're spending the whole day in bed, I promise you," Jay said, "We'll eat waffles and pumpkin muffins and M&Ms and-and what should we do with flowers?"
"Um," Hailey breathed and wiped her face, "Well…some people have sex on flower petals."
Jay let out a loud laugh and it was the happiest sound Hailey had ever heard. "Then we'll have sex on flower petals," he said, "And I can't wait."
Hailey sniffled and rubbed her fist under her nose. She pulled her leg up underneath her and said, "Me neither."
For a minute, they simply listened to the other person calm down. Jay's soft breaths that still occasionally hitched helped Hailey's heart rate slow down for the first time in weeks. It helped relax and take a second to truly appreciate this phone call.
"I don't have anything to do for a couple hours," Jay said softly, "I'd really like if we spent even just some of that talking. I don't have to keep you all night."
Hailey shook her head and said, "I have nothing to do. I'd like that too."
"Then tell me everything," Jay said, "Tell me all about the colors on the trees and what you ate for dinner and if Torres is still wearing those white shirts."
Hailey laughed and nodded. As she walked over to the windows, she told him all about the trees that were beginning to change and how she started purposely stepping on the fallen leaves. From there, she admitted to not cooking a real meal since he left, and he insisted she cook something tonight, so she put him on speaker and continued talking as she pulled out ingredients. All she felt like making was grilled chicken and rice, but it was something, and Jay approved.
He got pulled away too soon for their liking, but promised he loved her, that they could talk again soon, and that next year's Sweetest Day was going to be different.
It was good enough for now, so Hailey ate her dinner in silence before laying down on the couch in an attempt to watch some musical she was certain Jay would have teased her for watching.
She didn't even get an hour into the movie before she fell asleep.
She only had to wait 341 days, but once they got to the next Sweetest Day, Jay proved he could keep his promise: they spent the whole day in bed, and while Hailey refused to tear off the petals from the flowers he'd gotten her, they still had sex between eating all their favorite breakfast foods and chocolate. It was a day Hailey was going to remember for a really long time.
Even when their bed seemed to get smaller and smaller as the amount of people who climbed in it on the third Saturday of every October got bigger and bigger.
Sweetest Day was special to her, and her little family was the absolute best part of it - though the pumpkin muffins were admittedly the second best thing to happen each year.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think! :)
