Happy donut day!!! I think you should write a fic to celebrate this momentous day. ;-)
As you wish.
“Wow!” Holly gasped. “When you said you were going out to buy breakfast I expected you to come back making googly eyes at a couple of burritos, not this.” The sheer size of the boxes that Gail carried inside and placed on the kitchen island were intimidating. “Is there a special occasion I don’t know about or has Donut Sunday’s turned into Donut Thursday’s?” Holly smirked.
“You disappoint me, Lunchbox.” Gail shook her head. “It’s National Donut Day,” she declared proudly. “The best day, if you ask me.”
“I thought you already celebrated donuts this year.”
“I did,” Gail shrugged, opening one of the boxes so she could admire her recent acquisitions, “but I could kiss the precious human that decided all these lovelies deserved an extra day of celebration.”
“Not that you, Gail Peck, need any excuse to celebrate donuts,” Holly smiled as she stepped around the island and hugged Gail from behind. “Though it’s nice to see you finally buying some to share with your colleagues.”
Gail scoffed as she chose a glazed donut from her assortment. “The day I decide to share food is the day I proclaim my everlasting love for Gerald.”
“You share with me.” Holly dropped her chin to Gail’s shoulder.
“Yeah, but you’re different.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“Because I love you,” Gail said simply before taking a bite.
“Aw, honey.” Holly squeezed Gail tighter and kissed her neck, still amazed at how those three little words always seemed to affect her.
“And you give me all the sex I want.” The moment Gail felt Holly’s arms slacken around her waist she turned around. “Babe, I’m joking,” Gail laughed when she saw Holly’s face had turned red in anger. She quickly threw her donut back into the box before grabbing Holly’s face in both hands. “Though I did decide something while I was out.”
“That you want to marry a donut instead?” Holly continued to sulk. “Or maybe Ashley from Glory Hole Donuts?”
“No,” Gail rolled her eyes, even though both ideas sounded appealing. Just not as appealing as marrying her Lunchbox. “I decided our wedding date. I’d like to get married June 3rd next year.” Gail knew she must have said something right because the grumpus disappeared in front of her eyes. Taking advantage of Holly’s changed mood, she leaned forward and softly kissed the now smiling lips.
“A summer wedding,” Holly sighed happily.
“I thought you’d approve.” Gail dropped her hands down to Holly’s shoulders when Holly reached into her pocket to pull out her phone.
Holly scrolled through her calendar for next year, stopping when she reached the proposed date. “Gail, that date lands on a week day. Wouldn’t it be better on a weekend? How about June 5th? That’s a Sunday.”
“No, it has to be June 3rd,” Gail said, adamant.
“What’s so special about June 3rd?” Holly asked as she continued to look at other potential dates.
“It’s National Donut Day again.”
Holly looked up, her expression blank. “You can’t be serious?”
“I’m dead serious, Lunchbox. Can you picture it now? A three tiered donut cake! Or maybe five, I haven’t made up my mind.” Gail was elated. She kissed her stunned girlfriend on the forehead then picked up the boxes of donuts and put them in the fridge. “Now, I thought when I got home from shift tonight I could try out a new recipe for dinner. Donut Casserole. What do you say?”
Holly walked away muttering “I’m in love with a crazy woman. No, I’m marrying an insane woman,” she then corrected herself.
As Holly made her way up the stairs, Gail called out, ”The recipe calls for extra rainbow sprinkles for the crust. Make sure you pick some up on your way home.”
Jackson hadn’t spoken to Nadine since she exploded on him through text. He hadn’t meant to offend her since it wasn’t about her. He was talking about if she was with other guys he wanted her to be safe and careful especially because if he then gave something like an STD to his wife, she would know he was cheating. He didn’t word it well and he got why she was mad but she was calling the whole thing off now. At the end of the day, Jackson wasn’t going to make the girl no matter how fun it was to fool around with her.
Tonight was Thursday and Holly was out, leaving Jackson to sit on the couch in his police button down open down the middle with his trousers on too eating some pop tarts since he hated to cook as it was. He heard a knock on the door and took the last bite, getting up to answer it. As soon as he saw Nadine in front of him he frowned and looked up and down. “I thought you hated me.”