"Guess what?!" Jamie shouts from the front hall as soon as he gets home.

Without looking up from the ground beef he's cooking, Mason says, "What?"

Jamie doesn't answer right away. Instead, Mason hears the sounds of him kicking his shoes off and dropping his bag in the doorway to his office and his quick, light footsteps getting closer and closer.

"Guess who won the jackpot at work!"

At his excited tone, Mason looks up to where his husband is in the kitchen's doorway, bouncing on his toes like a little kid. He has his hands behind his back, clearly hiding something. Humouring him, Mason says, "You?"

Jamie nods, the smile he was biting back turning into a gleeful grin. "Uh-huh. Look at this!" From out of nowhere, he produces a box of chocolates so large it really shouldn't have been able to hide behind Jamie's body.

"Oh. Wow."

"Right?!"

Mason holds out his hand, and Jamie steps forward to give the box to him. It's the largest box of chocolates he's ever seen, especially for high-quality chocolate. Cheap chocolates are one thing, but this? It must've been so expensive. "You won this? Like, they just gave it to you?"

"Yeah! Isn't it amazing?"

"That… certainly one word for it." He hands it back to Jamie, so he can refocus on the beef. "I didn't know your work gave out prizes."

"It's a new thing they started last month to try and improve morality and productivity." Putting the box on the kitchen table, Jamie reaches for the brick of cheese on the counter and starts grating it. "They're giving out a prize to someone at the end of each week, an expensive one this first week of the month and smaller ones for the other weeks. The memo sent out said that anyone can put in suggestions for prizes, so it's not them giving us stuff we don't want."

Mason has to admit it sounds like a good idea. All too often, companies underappreciate their workers. One of his coworkers once told him that at her old job, the Christmas bonuses were Goldfish crackers and a piece of paper- not even a card- with false platitudes of hard work and being a valued employee.

The graphic design company Jamie works for has always been great and accommodating; his boss, Alyssa, once sent Jamie home because he was sick, and she wanted him to get better. Mason's met her before, and she really is a lovely, considerate, and smart woman. She remembers small things he's mentioned in passing and sent a box of cookies home with Jamie after she heard Mason was sick. He still has the 'get well soon' card she sent with the cookies.

There's just one downside to being given random gifts.

"And if you win something you don't want?"

Jamie shrugs and says, "Someone asked that, and right now, they're considering two solutions: either changing it to weekly draws, and you only put your name in for things you want or being given the monetary value of the prize, with the item being held to be the prize for a different week. There are some bumps in the whole idea, but they're trying a couple of options to see which works best. And if any employee has ideas, questions, or concerns, they said they'd do their best to consider each one."

"Wow. So, now you have a free giant box of chocolates?" He bumps his hips against Jamie's. "Lucky you."

"We have a giant box of chocolates," Jamie says, bumping him back. "They're yours, too. You can have as many as you want."

Mason arches an eyebrow. "Realistically speaking, who out of the two of us is going to eat most of that box?"

Jamie's smile turns sheepish, and Mason kisses his cheek. Jamie turns his head so the next brush of his lips lands on his for a sweet, gentle kiss.

"Darling, you enjoy those chocolates because you deserve them. They wouldn't be offering weekly prizes to you if they didn't think you're worth it."

"Aww, Sweetheart," Jamie coos, dropping the cheese to cradle Mason's face in both hands. He rubs their noses together.

Mason laughs and bats his hands away. He takes the ground beef off the heat and points to the other ingredients on the counter as he washes his hands. "Keep chopping. I'd like to eat today."

In harmony after years of domestic living, they finish preparing their dinner, set the table, and eat their tacos side by side, elbows bumping and knees pressed together.

"Does this mean I don't have to get you chocolates next week?"

The pained noise from Jamie makes the joke worth the withering glare he gets as he almost falls out of his chair from laughing so hard.