Valentine's Day may seem just like a day that comes and goes, flutters in just to dart out, but yet the history of it was much more meaningful than that. Alya paused thoughtfully, as she read carefully from an article explaing Saint Valentine, a man that was martryed for his Faith, executed for presiding over people's weddings. At that time, the young men and women were forbidden to marry, and yet Father Valentine, a Roman Catholic Priest, would marry them anyway, so that the in love couples could finally be married.
This would cost him his life. Alya considered just what she'd be willing to risk if she were in that time period. Alya figured that she would still marry Nino, even if it was illegal as she stood up to wander towards the living room, where her husband was crashed on the couch after DJing at everything from Valentine's Dances to Birthday Parties to "Galentine's Day" events. Alya smiled as she crouched down to plant a kiss on her husband's cheek.
Their schedules drove different habits out of them, because he was forced to stay up late, and she was more often than not, forced to wake up early, though she did often stay up late into the night writing or editing or proofreading an article or two. There was always so much to do, and the fun quality of it kept her mind from wandering down rather sad paths.
Alya smiled as Nino stirred a tiny bit and left the apartment in search of some fresh brewed coffee and hopefully some Saint Valentine's Day sales or at least people selling romantic or heartshaped goodies that she could bring home and surprise her husband with.
She returned with two giant chocolate hearts, two coffees called the Love Spell, and a beautiful bouquet of red roses, Lamb's Ear, and beautiful lilacs. Admittingly, she knew that Nino had stayed up working too late to so much as buy her anything for Valentine's Day, but she didn't ultimately mind. She understand.
Alya was a periodically late shopper anyway. She smiled, and gingerly nudged her husband awake. "Nino, hey, Nino?" She was nearly giggly as finally the tiredness and sleep had worn off of her while she was reading and especially while she was shopping.
Her husband opened one golden brown eye, and Alya grinned triumphantly.
"Happy Saint Valentine's Day!" Maybe, he'd ask about that one 'extra' word or maybe he wouldn't as she stole her first kiss of Valentine's Day. When her lips pressed against her husband's, he responded with the delicate joy that being together for so long helped grow. Alya was still smiling long after the kiss ended and long after they shared an admittingly unhealthy Saint Valentine's Day breakfast together.