Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Valentine's Day

Shiloh squished Gail's cheeks and laughed hysterically at the look on his mothers face, the sound of the paint splatting, the cartoonish gasp.

"Oh you're gonna pay for that!" Gail declared and splat her own hands in the plate of paint.

Shy giggled and took his hands back, smoothing them in the mixing colours, but before he could make his next move Gail wiped a hand across his cheek. He squealed in delight and made hand prints on his moms shirt, gaining himself another gasp. Gail retaliated with hand prints of her own, one on his tummy and one on his arm. They both loaded with more paint and continued to get as much as they could onto the other.

The fight was not planned. Gail had laid out newspaper to prevent it from getting everywhere, she'd attempted to get the toddler to wear a smock and when he refused she stripped him down to his diaper, she'd worn one of Holly's old shirts, she'd even set rules about keeping it to brushes and not fingers. The friendly and safe painting session took a turn when she thought to sign it with a coupe hand prints. Dipping Shiloh's hands in and covering them in paint was fine, teaching the toddler how to make his hands form a heart was great, looking away for a second was a mistake. A mistake Shiloh took happily and swiped his fingers across Gail's neck. She'd met that with a bop to his nose. And so the war began.

"What in the world is going on in-"

The two froze mid strike. They were caught and there wasn't anything they could do about it. Gail sheepishly let go of her sons cheeks while Shiloh finished wiping his hand down the blondes arm.

"We can explain?" Gail tried innocently. Holly burst out laughing, doubled over and everything. The two Pecks joined in as well, the brunette's laugh always contagious.

"Please do explain, I'd love to hear this one."

Gail shuffled to the big picture they had been peacefully creating before war ensued, and held up the top ends to show the brunette. "Happy Valentine's Day?"

Holly's breath caught in her throat, her chest fluttered, and there was a rush of warm affection that ran through her entire being. Out of all things, she hadn't expected that. In fact she hadn't even remembered it was Valentine's Day until her coworker asked if she had anything planned for the holiday. She'd rushed to the nearest store and bought a bunch of candies and made little bags for Gail and Shy in the car before coming home to boisterous laughing. And there they were, nervously and adorably showing their gesture of love off.

It was big, definitely not something she could properly showcase anywhere. It was also messy, uncoordinated, filled with colour and mismatch themes, it was made with love and it showed. In the middle, surrounded by hand prints big and small, it asked a very important question. 'Will you be our Valentine?'

"I'd be honoured."

"She said yes and we didn't even have to give her the rest of the presents!" Gail cheered to the curly haired boy. Shiloh squealed excitedly and jumped up and down. Then he ran and tackled Holly's legs, squeezing them tight in a hug. Holly initially wanted doge the hug, Shy covered in fresh paint, but he got to her before she could stop anything so she went with it and bent down to his level to get a better hug.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Holly." He murmured into her shoulder, words broken and letters mispronounced like always. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, Shy." She replied with one more squeeze and let go, internally wincing at the mess of her clothes.

"I'm get the rest." Shiloh tumbled out of the tiny kitchen and into the hall where he disappeared into Gail's room.

"Sorry about the mess." Gail apologized sheepishly and stood. She looked down and remembered her borrowed shirt. "And your shirt."

Holly cracked an adoring smirk. "Thank you."

Gail glanced up through her eyelashes and shrugged.

"I have to admit that I'm not as good of a valentine as you two are, I kind of forgot the day and only had time to pick up some candy on my way home." She confessed. Gail took a few steps toward her, a cute smirk dawning her lips, and stopped a foot in front of the brunette. She kept her eyes on warm brown ones as she raised her hand and placed it on Holly's cheek.

"You're a dork, Lunchbox."