This Is My Thankful Song

Due to the late hour, Lucy quietly played her music on shuffle as she began to load the dishwasher. Tim wordlessly sidled up next to her to speed up the chore. When she looked up at him, she saw the far off look on his face.

"Babe," Lucy hummed.

"Mhm," he replied.

"If you're too tired, you can just go to bed."

He shook his head, "No, I'm good. Just one of those off days, you know."

"Yeah," she agreed. Not everyday could be perfect or even smooth, and today had been one thing after another, zapping their collective energy. Nothing a good night's sleep could not remedy.

They continued tidying up the kitchen in silence until the unmistakable first few bars of a specific song floated through her phone's speaker, making her gasp in surprise. Lucy immediately smiled and reached for one of Tim's hands to bring him close.

Michael Nau's voice started singing, "This is my conquering song" as she slid her hands up his chest and rested them on the back of his neck while she inched closer to him.

He watched her start to sway her hips slowly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm dancing with you," she stated as if it was obvious.

"We've gotta finish cleaning up the kitchen, and I'm tired," he replied exhaustedly.

"Just two minutes. Just for this song, please," she pleaded.

Tim did not voice his agreement but instead settled his hands around her waist while watching her face brighten.

They stared at each other for a while as "Love Survive" washed over them. Some days, Lucy forgot how special her relationship with Tim is, and she seemed to have forgotten to appreciate him over the last few chaotic days that seemed to never end.

"You know I'm thankful for you, right?"

He tilted his head and asked, "What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing," she scoffed. "I just don't think I've told you lately."

Tim eyed her curiously for a moment but only saw love shining in her eyes. He pressed his lips to her forehead and mumbled, "I'm thankful for you, too," then he kept his mouth there for a few more moments as he shut his eyes.

She turned so her head rested just above his heart, listening to the steady rhythm drown out the song. After the way her whole day had felt wrong, THIS felt right. THIS was perfect. Tim's arms wrapped around her, his presence the only constant comfort in her life since they met. There was a peace that always settled over her in his embrace, no matter how fleeting the contact was.

They swayed together, bodies pressed tightly enough that their inhales and exhales somehow happened in tandem.

When the song changed to something upbeat, he still kept her close, savoring the sensation of having her in his arms after days if not weeks of barely touching her...until the situation made him chuckle.

In the low light of the kitchen, she looked up at his smile and asked, "What's so funny?"

"We're slow dancing to BTS," he commented.

"I'm honestly just proud of you that you know who that is now," she grinned.

Ignoring her playful jab at his gaps in pop culture knowledge, he stepped back and reached for one of her hands. In a fluid motion, Tim spun her around until she giggled, it had to be one of his favorite sounds in the world.

Lucy stopped spinning in favor of drawing him back to her, uninterested in following the pop rhythm when she could just hold onto him.

He reached up and smoothed a hand down her hair while staying in her arms. "Luce?" He whispered.