Carry On Valentine’s Celebration - Day 2 - Valentine’s Chocolate.
For some reason it came as a surprise to me that Baz has the biggest sweet-tooth. Baz always seemed like the person who’d abandon all sweets just because a love for sugar could be seen as childish. He even used to make fun of my sweet tooth and my (small!) scone addiction. Never would i’ve seen it coming that Baz is, in fact, worse than me.
It started with me noticing the huge amount of sugar that he seemed to like in his hot drinks. His tea is more sugar than tea and milk together and his coffee isn’t even coffee; it could count as a liquid candy bar.
Later, during The Great Chocolate Debate–in which Penny tried to fight Baz on white chocolate not counting as chocolate–I discovered Baz’ strong passion for white chocolate. “It’s only butter, milk and sugar,” according to Penny, but apparently Baz loves that.
“Cocoa butter! So it does count as chocolate,” Baz would argue. Baz only likes white chocolate. Penny likes all but white chocolate. I don’t really have a preference.
Anyhow, when Penny and I were shopping for Valentine’s Day, it wasn’t hard for me to find something for Baz. There were multiple good chocolate shops in London for me to find something for Baz. Most of them were lacking a bit in the white chocolate department though. “Because it’s not actual chocolate!” Penny would push.
I ended up going for a box with 15 chocolates that I could select myself. I ended up leaving the store with a box full of white chocolates and a disappointed Penny who was muttering some unpleasant things about white chocolate.
• • •
“Help yourself, he’ll be home within a few minutes,” Bunce said over her shoulder as she was already heading into her room again after letting me in. I had known that I would be early, Snow was still walking the neighbor’s dog like he did each saturday morning. I didn’t mind being early though. I spent most of my time at Simon’s and Penny’s apartment so it felt like a second home, really.
I walked into the kitchen to get myself a snack and something to drink.
• • •
As I shut the apartment door behind me, I heard Baz greeting me from the living room. “There you are,” I heard him say, his voice muffled.
I smiled to myself at the sound of him. “Hi,” I said as I walked into the living room where Baz was seated on the couch. “Sorry I’m a bit late I was walking–”
I went completely still as soon as I got a view of what Baz is holding in his lap. “Baz,” I said, and then flinched at how sad and betrayed I sounded.
“What’s–” He started as he followed my graze. His eyes locked on the box of chocolates in his lap. “What?” Baz asked carefully, “Were these meant to be yours? I’m sorry I though–you don’t really eat white chocolate and–”
“No, Baz, they are yours… It’s just, they weren’t for right now.”
“Oh. Okay,” He said as he stood up from the couch, box of chocolates in hand. He walked towards me, handing me the box with the chocolates. “Here,” he said, giving me a soft peck on the lips. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said, pressing the box back into Baz’ hands. The both of us noticed that I was still sounding hurt.
“For when were they?” Baz asked.
I stared at Baz before answering, “It’s Valentine’s Day this Tuesday, you know.”
A grin formed on Baz’ face. “You bought me a Valentine’s present?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” I grumbled.
“We didn’t do anything for Valentine’s last year, I didn’t think we’d be doing anything for this year.”
“We didn’t do anything last year because you were still at Watford and I was… Well, I wasn’t in the best state of mind. I don’t know, I just wanted to give you something this year.”
Baz’ grin turned into a genuine smile. He wrapped his arms around me as he spoke with his lips against my air, “You told me you were going to be a terrible boyfriend.”
Baz chuckled as he hugs me close. I just huffed in response, not all that amused.
“Thank you for the chocolates,” Baz said, backing out of the hug. “And sorry for eating them before I was supposed to.”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
“Does that mean I can eat them all now?”
“Well I’m not going to give you a half filled box of chocolates for Valentine’s am I?”
“I’m sorry!” Baz said, retreating to the couch. As he sat down he held up the box. “Want one?”
I sighed before giving in. I made myself comfortable next to him as we emptied out the box together.
“They taste even better knowing you bought them as a Valentine’s present,” Baz commented.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
At that moment Penny walked in. She quickly noticed the chocolates we were eating. “Weren’t those–”
“I don’t want to hear it!”