Title: A Story for the Ages
Chapter Three: Light
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych
Author's Note: This is based on psychfic's 100 prompt challenge.
"What about this one?" he asked her while grabbing the nearest box he had available.
"Yeah, like I don't know you just grabbed the first one you could reach?" she threw him a look that he knew was supposed to be a glare but ended up vacillating between adorable and plain seductive.
"Does it really make a difference?" He said while grabbing her by the waist from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Of course it makes a difference! It makes all the difference in the world! Choosing the wrong one can mess with your vision, perception, mood and even your whole life. Many horrible life choices can be made by not choosing the right one." She pulled away from him and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"OK, don't you think you are being slightly melodramatic here Jules? Choosing the wrong fruit for dinner, like let's say, anything but pineapple, can ruin your life. But choosing the wrong-"
"It has to be the perfect one! If not everything will be ruined!" He had to hold down the urge to laugh. He knew that it wouldn't do any good. He had learned this lesson about three weeks ago when he accidentally laughed at her misery over losing her favorite thimble. But could anyone blame him? So yeah, her grandmother had given it to her before she died, but he didn't know that at the time.
"Look Jules, this is precisely why I trick Gus into buying them for the office. It saves me the headache of having to deal with such a terrible, heart breaking choice."
"Now you are just making fun of me!" He was surprised to see tears welling up in her eyes. It was just a light-bulb, not a puppy!
"No, of course not! Come here," he placed his arms around her and pulled her as close as possible, "It's just that I don't understand why this is so important to you. It's not like you are spending that much time in your apartment to notice that the light in your bedroom is a little off."
"It's not the light itself," her voice was a bit muffled from taking against his chest. She raised her teary eyes to look at his face for a second and lowered them quickly. "It's the mood it creates. It has to be perfect for when I tell you."
"For when you tell me what?" He tilted her face up and brushed a stray tear with his thumb.
"Nothing Shawn, let's just forget it. I'll come and buy the light-bulb later." She pulled away and started walking towards the exit.
"No, Jules come back here." He stood in front of her and placed his hands in her shoulders. "What's so important that you have to tell me when the lighting is perfect?"
With a sigh and a small smile she said, "That I'm pregnant."