Set post-series. Bonya celebrate Valentine's day.
"What's this?" Sonya entered hers and Seymour's apartment after her afternoon yoga class, absolutely bewildered. Bags littered the living room carpet, and Seymour was setting up some kind of work table, complete with a computer and his comfortable gamer chair. She wasn't aware of any mission for Alex or project for their tech company they were supposed to be working on. Unless something had come up while she was gone. Or- more likely- her husband (they were still considered newlyweds, and the fact that she could call him her husband still sent a thrill of excitement up her spine) was up to something.
"I thought we could build legos together. I found the instructions online, so we can each build a bag at the same time, instead of taking turns and sharing the book," Welcoming his wife (he loved that word) home with a kiss, Seymour explained what he was up to. There was more to his plans for the day than just building legos, but he'd continue to keep that to himself. He wanted to fill Sonya's day with surprises. It was their first Valentine's day (well, almost Valentine's day) as a married couple. He wanted it to be as special as possible.
"What are we building?" Dropping her bag and slipping off her shoes, Sonya easily agreed to Seymour's plans. She couldn't remember the last time she had had time to just sit and build legos. But she'd absolutely carve out time to build with her husband. It seemed like the perfect way to relax and spend time together- especially if they were splitting up instead of frustratedly sharing the sections and the instructions.
"You'll find out when we finish," Seymour smirked. The legos they were constructing were just another part of his series of surprises. He had considered building them while Sonya was at yoga and presenting them to her once she returned. But spending time together doing something they both loved seemed like the better plan. Based on the bright loving smile his wife gave him, he had been right.
"And what will stop me from flipping to the end of the instructions?" Settling on the floor, Sonya smirked. She preferred to lay on her stomach and flip through the instruction book as she built. Seymour could have the table and computer. That worked perfectly for him. He had given her the beginning sections to build. She wouldn't know the final project until he finished. Unless, of course, she peaked. She had half a mind to, mostly just to tease her husband. But it looked like he had put a lot of work into his surprise. She couldn't ruin that for him.
"The thrill of the surprise," Seymour simply shrugged. Sonya couldn't really argue with that, so she just chuckled and began to rip open the bags of legos. Her husband sat at the worktable and did the same.
The married couple turned on music and alternated between talking while they built and simply sitting in companionable silence. They didn't talk about anything important. They just shared stories of building legos throughout their childhood- and the rare moments in their adulthood where they had had time- made one another laugh, and little comments about random things. Eventually, though, Sonya came across a confusing bit of construction. She fell into silence as she concentrated on what she was doing. She could feel her husband staring at her as she focused. But it wasn't until he laughed at her that she snapped, "What?"
"Nothing. Sorry. It's just, you stick your tongue out when you're really focused. It's adorable," Seymour instantly appeased his wife. He wasn't trying to make fun of her; he only thought it was absolutely adorable how her tongue poked past her lips a tad when she was in deep concentration. He had seen it a few times when they were hacking, but he had been too focused on his own hack to comment on it. While they relaxed together, though, he could truly appreciate how cute Sonya was.
Despite how long they had been together, hearing her husband call her adorable made Sonya blush. She smiled blissfully to herself as she refocused on her set of legos. Seymour chuckled to himself as he did the same. The couple fell back into companionable silence, happily listening to music while they constructed the toy. After she got past her confusion, Sonya made great progress on her section. Seymour, on the other hand, ran into a snag. While he was distracted by his wife, he had accidentally built a part wrong. He had to remove the pieces and start over. Unfortunately (at least in that instance) removing the lego bricks was difficult.
Sonya soon heard Seymour struggling at his worktable. She sat up to look at him and saw that he was gnawing on a couple of lego bricks. Instantly, she became concerned, irritated, and exasperated, "What are you doing? Don't bite the legos. What are you, feral?"
"I couldn't get it off," Spitting the lego piece out of his mouth, Seymour defended himself. He had tried to use his nails to pry off the brick, yet it hadn't worked; in fact, he had broken a nail chipping at the pieces. Although it was messy, his teeth worked wonders. And it saved him from further pain.
"Use the tool. And patience," Tossing her husband the bright orange separator, Sonya rolled her eyes. Yes, at times, the tool wasn't that helpful. But with patience and determination the separator would do its job and save your nails. There was no need to leave teeth marks on the toys; they weren't children- well, for the most part.
"You've always been better at that than me," Slowly and carefully, Seymour used the orange separator to remove the legos. It wasn't any faster than his teeth or nails, yet he wasn't damaging the bricks. Considering the legos were a gift for his wife, he could make that sacrifice. He could also copy her and work on his patience. Though, that seemed more difficult. Maybe some other day. There was a countless amount in their future, after all.
When Seymour mentioned that to his wife, however, she threw an extra lego piece at him. He instantly burst into laughter, and Sonya couldn't remain irritated at him. She chuckled and shook her head and returned to her building. Her husband didn't let her return in silence. He continued to crack jokes, each more ridiculous than the last. Sonya didn't want to encourage him, yet it was so difficult to not laugh at his crazy antics. That, of course, only made him ramp it up even more. He'd always do anything that'd make her laugh.
The only downside, however, was that playing around with Sonya delayed his lego building. She was going to finish her section before him, and that might spoil his surprise. Seymour had to hurry to catch up. He wasn't completely silent as he built, though. He made mumbled comments to himself, especially as he figured out complicated connections. At one point, he chuckled in satisfaction as he finally understood how to put pieces together. His wife had left him to his own devices while he intently built, until then. Hearing him chuckle like that made her burst into laughter again.
Seymour glanced at her, confused. She shook her head, waving off his worry. Sonya wasn't responding to his triumphant laugh; she was reacting to the thought that had come to her mind. Once she was able to contain her giggles, she was able to explain, "Sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at Alex. Did you know that she started making fun of you by imitating that laugh? But she did it so much, she now does it unironically."
"That's what she gets," Seymour scoffed. He was aware that Alex liked to make fun of him. He usually got her back with his own taunts. But when he wasn't around to put her in her place, he was glad to know that she set her own self up for failure.
Sonya continued to giggle while she finished her set of legos. Once he finished his, Seymour smiled at her adoringly. He could honestly stay like that forever. He could just look at his wife smiling and being completely awash in joy for the rest of his life. Yet her smile didn't last that long. When she completed her section of the legos, her joy melted into bewilderment. She couldn't even guess what she had made. She could only stare at it as she hesitantly turned it over in her hands, "I honestly have no idea what I just built."
"Maybe this will help," Grinning brightly, Seymour joined his wife on the floor with his section of legos. The second he put the two together, Sonya beamed as well. While she had constructed what turned out to be a vase, he had built her flowers. She had a lego bouquet she could display permanently in their home. Every single day she could walk past it and be reminded of her husband's love. Sonya's smile bloomed so wide she could almost burst. Leaning in for a kiss, Seymour chuckled adoringly, "Happy Valentine's day."
"But that's not today," Once again, Sonya's grin was replaced with confusion. Valentine's day was still a couple days away. Although the married couple hadn't decided on what they were doing to celebrate, she was positive they were going to go out for dinner or something. The gift of a lego bouquet was a complete surprise. Quickly, Sonya began to wonder if Seymour had any more surprises in store.
"Right. It's on Tuesday. But since it's in the middle of the week, I figured we could spend the weekend celebrating instead," Helping his wife to his feet, and being very careful of the legos, Seymour explained. The two were usually fairly busy during the week. It was much easier to go on dates and have any kind of celebrations on the weekend. Especially since those days allowed the two to spend as much time as possible together.
"That's a great plan. I love it," Sonya finally returned her husband's kiss. Although she honestly would've gone along with whatever they decided to do for their first Valentine's day as a married couple, she was glad it was something special. It could then be something they could hold onto for years. And, it could be something she strived to beat as she planned to surprise him for the next year's Valentine's day, "I really love it."
"Great. Now go get ready. We have dinner reservations," Nudging her towards the bedroom, Seymour smirked. Sonya didn't hesitate. She passed off the lego bouquet, left him to clean up the living room, and excitedly got ready for dinner. She didn't need to know which restaurant he had made reservations at; she trusted him (she also kind of had an idea). Besides, after the beautiful legos he had built with her, she didn't care what else they did that night. Spending quality time like that with him, doing something they both loved, was enough for the day to be absolutely perfect.
Once the married couple was cleaned up and in their finest clothes, Seymour drove them to the restaurant. Sonya's suspicions had been right. The restaurant that she had wanted to go to for months but couldn't make the time to make a reservation and stick to it was the one her husband picked for the night. She kissed him passionately before they left the car. He didn't stop her. The two lovingly and happily kissed in the parking lot until they were almost going to miss their reservation. Then, they begrudgingly separated and rushed inside.
Light and easy conversation filled the two's dinner. They tried to hold hands the whole time, yet when their food arrived, they did have to let go. Fortunately, their smiles and laughter kept them connected throughout their meal. Even when they didn't have anything real to talk about, Sonya and Seymour continued to thoroughly enjoy one another's company. Sure, there were times in their relationship where not everything was perfect and they had to work to make it through the day. But that night was perfect. Mostly because they just let their love flow.
When dinner and dessert was finished, the couple walked aimlessly back to their car. At least, Sonya thought that was what they were doing. Seymour kept pulling her in another direction away from their car and the parking lot. She couldn't imagine that he had anything else planned for the night. It was getting late, "Where are you going? The car's this way."
"Right. But the arcade's this way," Seymour tugged on his wife's hand, leading her to the arcade around the corner. He honestly hadn't known an arcade- an arcade that doubled as a bar, so it stayed open late- was there until he had looked up directions to the restaurant the other day. Once he had learned about it, though, he instantly made plans to go with his wife. It didn't matter if he was still in his suit and she was still in her dress from dinner. The best way for them to end the night was to play games together.
"I love you," Sonya absolutely agreed with her husband, hurrying ahead of him and pulling him after her. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, yet she was too excited to care. It had been so long since she had been to an arcade- almost as long as it had been since she built a lego. She couldn't wait to experience that fun again with Seymour.
"I love you too," Chuckling, Seymour caught up with his wife. He guided her to the arcade, and the two excitedly dashed instead. Neither really cared about the alcohol component of the bar/arcade. All their attention laid on the many videogames they could play together.
They hit up the classics first, playfully taunting one another as they tried to outmaneuver the other (their total scores for the night claimed that Sonya was the ultimate winner). After they had gone through their favorites, the married couple attempted games they weren't as familiar with. Teases still flew as they tried to learn the new games. But they were more nonsensical. And more of a way to cover up the fact that they didn't know what they were doing.
Eventually, the two made their way to the pinball machine in the back. Sonya had grown tired after the hours playing all the other games, so she was content with just resting on her husband's shoulder as he played a few rounds. The same type of comments he'd make while he hacked slipped off his tongue as he played, making her giggle. Seymour smiled. Though, it was just for a second. He soon smirked proudly as he successfully kept the ball in play with a trick he had picked up. Sonya was instantly intrigued by it and asked, "Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Surprisingly, Nikita," It had been more than a decade since Nikita had taught him that trick, yet Seymour was still surprised by that fact. Sonya questioned him about it, yet he didn't have much of an answer for how Nikita had even known that. It was just another fact about the former rogue, "Yeah. She's some kind of pinball wizard. And pool shark."
The way Seymour grumbled the last fact made Sonya burst out laughing. There had to be a story that connected the two thoughts of Nikita being surprisingly good at pinball and pool in his mind, yet she didn't care to hear it then. She only wanted to know how much money her husband had lost to their friend because of her con, "How much did she steal from you?"
"Three hundred bucks. And an additional five hundred from Mikey. I seriously thought he was gonna beat her. But then she pulled this trick out of nowhere and crushed us," Seymour shook his head at the distant memory. That story was so long ago, it almost didn't seem true. The three of them had been completely different people then- blind agents trapped in a crushing system. Though, one thing that had remained the same was how Michael smiled at Nikita. Seymour used to make fun of him for it. However, after he had found Sonya, he understood.
"Like that?" Sonya's question snapped Seymour out of his memory. He had done another trick on the pinball machine that left her in awe. He smirked proudly that time, though. He hadn't learned that trick from Nikita. Although there was a chance she could crush him at pinball like she had at pool, he still had his own tricks up his sleeve.
"Oh no. That was all me, baby," Seymour flashed a smug grin and wiggled his eyebrows. Sonya rolled her eyes and nudged him. He had almost missed a ball after she pushed him, and he had to scramble to save it in time. Fortunately, he was lucky. Unfortunately, his wife then had a wicked idea. While he kept playing, she kept nudging and teasing him. It was frustrating; however, he wasn't annoyed by it. When she laughed and teased, so did he.
Soon, the last pinball was dropped, and Seymour's game was ended. He simply shrugged off his loss, grabbed his wife's hand, and walked with her back to the car. She slipped her arm in his and rested her head back on his shoulder. They had to walk slowly to the car so they could stay so close. But that was kind of the point. They didn't want the day to end; they wanted to keep living in that perfect moment, "I had a great time today."
"Me too," Seymour echoed. He kissed his wife tenderly and held her close to him. When they finally parted, she nudged her nose against his, and he whispered the three holy words he would never stop saying against her lips, "I love you."