𝐆𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Candle

Y/N

You were sitting by your kitchen island, writing in your journal about your day. Journaling has always been something that relieves tension from the day for you.

You were almost done writing when you hear heavy footsteps descend down the stairs and into the kitchen. You lift your head up from your journal and look to your right, seeing Gavin stand by the end of the island.

You had to control yourself from laughing at what he was wearing. He's shirtless, wearing sweatpants and an apron on top that says 'kiss the cook!'.

"Oh my God! What on earth are you wearing?"

He struts a few poses before saying. "It's called fashion, Y/N."

"No, Gavin, it's not."

He scoffs. "You don't know anything about fashion."

He walks over to the fridge as you're still in shock from the clothing he's got on.

"What would you like for dinner?" He asks from the fridge, looking at you briefly before turning back to the fridge.

"Food."

He looks back at you and rolls his eyes, closing the fridge and walking back over to you. "Could you be anymore specific?"

"Junk food." You say with a cheesy smile.

"Burger and fries?"

"You know me so well."

He starts taking out all of the ingredients from the fridge, placing it on the island in front of you and you couldn't help, but stare at the man you get to call your boyfriend.

He may be wearing the most obscure outfit ever, but he sure as hell looks good in it even if it did catch you slightly off guard.

As he started to prepare the food right in front of you, you couldn't tear your eyes off of him.

He notices that you're staring and he starts smirking to himself. He clears his throat obnoxiously loud, pulling you back into reality.

"So, how was your day?" He asks you with his famous smirk.

You get out of your initial shock before answering.

"It was tiring, but I did get a lot of work done today which I'm very glad about." You close your journal and ask him. "How was yours?"

"Same old." He answers, turning the stove on and placing the chicken in the pan. "Interviews and press."

"Did you have fun?"

"So much, but I am ready to have a calm night with my lady."

"My lady?" You question with a chuckle. "I think being Nick Scratch has rubbed a tad bit off on you."

He raises an eyebrow. "And you're complaining?"

"Nope, I am most definitely not."

You get up from your spot and place your journal underneath the wine rack before strolling back over to where Gavin was chopping the potatoes.

You wrap your arms around his waist as you rest your cheek on his back. "You want any help?"

"Thank you for the offer, but I've got it." He declines softly before suggesting. "How about you sit down and we can just chat?"

"With wine?"

He chuckles before answering. "Yes, with wine."

"I shall go get it."

You walk back over to the wine rack and pull out a bottle of red wine, as well as, two wine glasses. You take the cork out carefully and proceed to pour the dark liquid into the glasses before placing it on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you, love." He kisses the top of your head, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You notice that the food was almost done being prepared so you take out two plates and some cutlery, placing them by the wine glasses.

He quickly plates the food, taking off his apron and you both sit down, immediately digging into the delicious meal.

"Wait!" Gavin exclaims, making you look up at him in shock.

"What?"

He scratches his head like he's thinking. "We're missing something."

"Like what?"

He gets up without answering and heads over to one of the cupboards. He stares into the cupboard for some time. He eventually pulls out a small candle and a matchbox.

He places the candle in between the plates and lights it. He puts the matchbox back and walks over to the lights, dimming the kitchen lights down which makes the candle brighter.

He sits back down, lifting up his wine glass and brings it closer to you. You also pick yours up and clink it with his before taking a sip.

"This is perfect." He says softly, making you smile for the hundredth time in the hour.

.•.•.•.

Wouldn't we all want this to happen?