Context: The night Beatrice Bradley was conceived. Written by Gina.
Jamie and Cathy had their hands a bit full lately, what with their second child being in that "Terrible Two" year old phase. So, to blow off some steam, they decide to take a trip to visit Joyce, who immediately agreed(as usual) to watch the two fidgety children, as she had always missed watching little kids ever since her own grew up. She took the two kids of their hands for the day, and the couple found themselves in a rare, wonderful situation. But what were they to do? They hadn't had a day to themselves in a while, not since about a year or two ago.
Luckily, Jamie had a plan. He had spent some of his time thinking of little dates for him and Cathy to go on if a situation like this arose. So why not combine them all?
It was only about 2, so they decided to take a walk down to a new diner that had opened up near the coffee shop. Like the shop, it was cute little place that sold sandwiches and drinks and other delightful little things. Despite being rather expensive, Jamie agreed to pay for everything, (He caught Cathy trying to pay for half of it before they had gotten everything) and they spent a good deal of time eating their custom sandwiches and looking in the glass cases for a dessert to take with them.
On the walk, back they stopped at the park, finding their bench open as usual, and ate their pastries snuggled against each other. To keep from feeling guilty about leaving the kids with Jamie's mother, (she started frowning when she saw all the young kids there with their mothers) Cathy suggested they head home, and they began walking again. Jamie spotted a little shop somewhere near the park and made Cathy wait outside while he went in. When he came out, he had a thrown his old clothes in a bag and now had on new trousers, shoes, and a dress shirt (First two buttons undone, or course) and a necklace for Cathy, which she of course loved, which he fastened around her neck, kissing her nape.
When they finally got back it was about 6, and Jamie decided to start on dinner. He stumbled around the kitchen for a bit, not really used to Cathy not helping, but refused her offers (Though, she might as well have, as she gave him tips and instructed him when he got stuck.) And soon, they had a nice big dinner of chicken with all different kinds of sides, and Jamie even cracked open a bottle of wine. Cathy spent most of the dinner switching between laughing at his jokes and playfully scolding him for spending so much money that day ("Just flaunting around my pay rise," he replied, mouth full of food.) while Jamie would rub her shoulders and neck when they cramped up (She was grateful for this, as she hadn't had a moment to fully relax in a long while.) and just reach over the table to kiss her while she rambled.
And, of course, once their stomachs were full, these kisses got more drawn out until she was practically in his lap. They stumbled up stairs, fingers under fabrics, until they reached their room where Jamie's shirt hit the floor and he kicked the door closed with his foot.