A/N This was inspired by a picture posted on Tumbler.
John opened the door to the house and was surprised and a little disappointed that he wasn't immediately greeted by Lily's arms thrown around his legs. In fact, there were no dogs or wife at the door to greet him either, just a trail of hearts.
He lifted the first one and read the message written in his wife's hand, "follow your hearts." A smile spread across his face as he anticipated what might be at the end of the trail. He could imagine Anna waiting for him in their bed, the kids having tea at the Carson's.
He quickened his steps, picking up the paper cut outs one by one. He would slip them into his keepsake box as a remembrance of this day. When he got to the top of the stairs, his trail took a turn to the right, which puzzled him.
He opened the door and found, not his wife as he expected, but his daughter, dressed in her pink ballet outfit. She was sitting at her little table which was decked out and ready for a two person tea party.
She squealed when she saw him, throwing her arms into the air. "Daddy," she smiled, "will you be my Valentine?"