Mighty ducks imagine/ preference

Thanksgiving dinner (F. Reed)

The morning of Thanksgiving was filled with anticipation and warmth as I prepared for a day of shared joy and love. Adorned in a white sweater and a jean skirt that hinted at playfulness, I added black pantyhose and boots to complete my outfit. The glimmer of gold jewelry - hoop earrings, a necklace, and bracelets - added a touch of elegance to my ensemble.

After meticulously styling my hair and applying makeup, I grabbed my essentials - a black purse - before descending the stairs to find Fulton eagerly waiting for me.

A mischievous spark danced in his eyes as I approached, and before I could say a word, he pulled me close, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. "Fulton, you couldn't wait to see me, could you?" I teased, a playful grin tugging at my lips.

"Of course not. You know I can't resist you," Fulton replied with a hint of a smirk, his tough exterior softening in my presence. As we prepared to capture the moment with photos, Fulton's playful banter continued, his tough-guy façade giving way to a lighthearted charm that was uniquely his own.

"Come on, smile for the camera, sweetheart. You know you love being the center of attention," Fulton teased, his voice filled with affection.

With laughter and warmth, we made our way to Fulton's house for Thanksgiving lunch, where his family welcomed us with open arms. Amidst the chatter and the clinking of utensils, Fulton's protective nature shone through, his tough exterior melting away as he ensured I felt comfortable and included in every conversation.

After spending a delightful two hours with Fulton's family, we headed to my home for dinner, where Fulton seamlessly integrated into the lively atmosphere. Despite his tough exterior, his loveable nature emerged as he playfully teased me and engaged in friendly banter with my family.

"You know, sweetheart, you're lucky to have me around to keep you on your toes," Fulton quipped, a hint of mischief in his eyes. As the evening unfolded, Fulton's protective instincts surfaced, his tough-guy persona giving way to a tender and caring demeanor.

With each endearing gesture and teasing remark, his love for me shone through, creating a tapestry of warmth and affection that enveloped us both. As the day drew to a close, fatigue tugged at our eyelids, and we found solace in each other's arms.

Nestled together, we drifted into a peaceful slumber, Fulton's protective embrace a comforting presence as we fell asleep, holding each other close.

In that serene moment, surrounded by love and laughter, Fulton and I found solace in the simple joys of togetherness. As we drifted off to sleep, intertwined in a cocoon of love, our hearts overflowed with gratitude for the beautiful day we had shared, a Thanksgiving to cherish for years to come.