A/N: My first time to write for Gadge. So this was for a long overdue drabble request. I am having a lot of Gadge feels lately. Sorry for the grammatical mistakes and all, I wrote it on my phone and had to rush everything. Hope you like it!
A month into their relationship, Gale discovered that Madge had a knack for remembering every milestone in their relationship.
From their first meeting at her Poppa’s chocolate shop when she was eight to the first time he talked to her at school.
First date. First kiss. The day they got engaged. First wedding anniversary.
Even that first time he sold her strawberries from the woods.
And because Gale was hopelessly in love, he tried keeping up with Madge, celebrating each occasion, surprising her with breakfast in bed, a trip to the beach or a bouquet of her favorite tulips.
So he was surprised when he came home that Sunday evening to find Madge carefully arranging strawberries on top of a freshly baked shortcake. She whipped up a feast, cooked his favorite rabbit stew and chilled a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the counter.
“What’s all this about?” he asked, pulling her against him and trailing a line of kisses down her neck.
“We’re celebrating,” Madge replied teasingly. “Guess what today is.”
Gale mentally groaned. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint Madge and ruin this special day for her.
“The first time I told you ‘Pretty dress’?” he guessed hopefully.
Madge shook her head but let a little giggle bubble out, “We celebrated that eight months ago.”
Gale extracted himself from her to remove his jacket and pour himself a glass of champagne. He sat on the stool in front of Madge and carefully studied his grinning wife for clues.
“The first time we made love in the woods?”
Madge narrowed her eyes at him and placed her hands on her hips.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Are you sure that’s with me because I remember celebrating that three weeks ago.”
He laughed, taking her hands in his and pulling Madge closer to him. He kissed the frown off her face and lightly pinched her side.
“You are the only woman I made love with in the woods.” he responded between kisses. “Okay, I give up. What are we celebrating?”
Madge regarded him thoughtfully before kissing his cheek, “Wait here.”
She disappeared into their bedroom and came back with a square box wrapped neatly in silver wrapping paper with a blue ribbon on top.
He arched his brow questioningly but Madge bit her lip and and sat herself comfortably on Gale’s lap.
After untying the ribbon and ripping the paper wrapper, Gale opened the box to find the most beautiful pair of newborn baby shoes he had ever seen.
There was a note tucked carefully between the shoes and Gale picked it up recognizing the elegant script of Madge’s handwriting.
He read the message, his voice quivering.
See you in seven months, Daddy!
Hardly daring to breathe, Gale turned to find Madge smiling warmly at him, “Are we…?”
Madge nodded slowly before leaning in to give her husband a kiss, “Happy Father’s Day, Gale.”