Thanksgiving morning started with the smell of cinnamon, nutmeg, and turkey wafting through the house. You were standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron covered in flour, trying to figure out how to keep the pumpkin pie from cracking while also prepping the mashed potatoes. It was your first time hosting Thanksgiving, and Nicholas had been your biggest cheerleader—and your sous chef.
"Hey, Chef," Nicholas said, sliding into the kitchen, still in his sweats and a cozy hoodie. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a mischievous smirk on his face. "How's the queen of the kitchen holding up?"
You glanced at him, narrowing your eyes. "Fine, if someone would stop sneaking the marshmallows off the sweet potatoes."
He raised both hands, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't," you replied, trying to sound stern but failing as you laughed at the sugar on the corner of his lips.
Nicholas stepped closer, leaning against the counter beside you. "You've been running around like crazy all morning. Let me help."
"You could peel the potatoes," you suggested, handing him a peeler.
He groaned dramatically but took it anyway. "Fine. But only because I love you."
The two of you worked in tandem, the kitchen filling with music from your shared playlist. Nicholas occasionally made goofy dance moves while peeling potatoes, and you couldn't help but laugh at his antics.
"Why do I feel like I'm going to regret eating anything you helped with?" you teased.
He gasped, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me? I'll have you know I make a mean green bean casserole."
"Oh, so that's what the smell was last year," you quipped, dodging the dish towel he playfully flicked at you.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, the table was set with your mismatched plates and candles Nicholas insisted made the meal "fancy." Family and friends began arriving, filling the house with warmth, laughter, and the kind of chaos that only happens during the holidays.
Nicholas, ever the host, greeted everyone with hugs and jokes, making everyone feel right at home. At one point, you found him sitting on the floor with your little cousin, helping her draw a turkey with crayons. Your heart swelled watching him.
Dinner was a success—well, mostly. The turkey was golden, the stuffing was perfect, and no one mentioned the slightly burnt rolls. As everyone shared what they were thankful for, Nicholas reached for your hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
When it was his turn, he smiled at you before speaking. "I'm thankful for a lot of things this year—my career, my friends, my health. But most of all, I'm thankful for the person who makes every day feel like a holiday. Thank you for everything, especially for believing in me when I didn't believe in myself."
Your cheeks warmed as everyone around the table let out a collective "aww."
Later that night, as the house grew quiet and the two of you collapsed onto the couch, he pulled you into his arms.
"You killed it today," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We should make this our tradition."
"What? Me doing all the cooking while you charm the guests?" you teased, resting your head on his chest.
"Exactly," he said with a laugh. "But seriously, I love you. Thank you for making today so special."
"Love you too, Nick," you whispered, feeling content and grateful in his embrace.
Thanksgiving might have been about food and family, but with Nicholas by your side, every moment felt like something to be thankful for.
A/N: Thanksgiving is only a few days away! Hope all of your Thanksgiving go well! Remember to always be thankful!! Hope you liked this imagine!
