Happy Lowman Imagines

Near Light

Request: Happy Imagine based on 'Near Light' by Ólafur Arnalds.
I highly recommend you listen to this song for this one. .
I apologise in advance.
Text in bold is flashbacks.
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*FLASHBACK*
"You been baking, Ma?"
Happy's mother looked up from her spot in her armchair by the large bay window and saw her son walking out of the kitchen, a mouthful of muffin and one more in the grasp of his large hands.
"No, the girl next door made them. And what did I teach you about eating with your mouth full?"
"Sorry Ma." He swallowed and smiled at his mother apologetically.
"Do me a favour, Happy? Take the basket back to her. Its on the bench."
"Of course."
He shoved the last muffin in his mouth and wiped his hands on his jeans before lifting his kutte off the back of the sofa, where he had left it when he entered the house.
He pulled it over his shoulders and crossed the room, leaning down to his mother and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"I should head back to TM anyway, but I'll be back later tonight with some dinner."
She nodded. "Be safe, Happy."
"Always, Ma."
He headed out of the door with the basket in his hand and closed the front door behind him.
He placed the empty basket on the chair next to the door as he pulled his boots on.
The day was warm and the sun shone down on him as he walked down the path leading to his mothers house and he turned to the left once he reached the gate.
The house next door to his mothers had been vacant for a while but someone had recently moved in.
It used to be a mess, overgrown yard filled with weeds and flaking paint on the outer walls of the house but over the last few weeks it had been improving.
The white picket fence with missing pickets and flaking paint that bordered the property had been given new life with a fresh lick of white paint and rose bushes now ran alongside it, still to young to bloom.
The lawns were freshly mowed and the porch was filled with two chairs littered with brightly coloured cushions and woollen throws.
The front door had been painted red while the surrounding weatherboards of the house had been painted an egg-shell white.
Happy had never paid much attention to the neighbouring property but as he walked up the paved pathway to the front door, basket in his hand he found himself glancing at the pot plants filled with different flowers and the new 'Welcome' mat that sat in front of the door.
His stepped onto the porch and rapped on the wooden door.
He waited ten seconds and there was no answer.
Was that more baking he could smell?
He knocked again and adjusted his grip on the basket.
After another fifteen seconds he heard footsteps running to the door and a woman yanked it open.
His jaw clenched as he took in the sight of her. She was beautiful.
"Hi!Sorry! I was in the back yard doing some gardening and I didn't hear the door knock."
She wiped a loose strand of hair out of her face with the back of her hand, still clad in her gardening gloves and left a smear of dirt across her forehead. "Well actually I did but I didn't think it could be someone at my door because I'm so new here and I don't really know anyone yet but when I heard it the second time I knew it was for me so I came as fast as I could. Sorry, I'm rambling aren't I? I just never get visitors and I certainly wasn't expecting anyone today. Oh, there I go again. Is that my basket?"
A ghost of a smirk played on Happys lips and he nodded.
"I hope Mrs Lowman enjoyed them. She's been so kind to me, giving me tips on how to keep my dahlias from drying out in this heat. I don't really know anyone else on the block yet and it was only by chance that I met her cause the postman delivered her mail to my door and- sorry Im rambling again aren't I?"
This time Happy did smirk as a blush rose on her cheeks.
"Whats your name?" He asked, his gravelly voice taking her by surprise.
"(Y/n) (y/l/n). Are you a friend of Mrs Lowmans?"
"Im her son, Happy."
She gasped. "Oh Ive heard so much about you! Mrs Lowman talks about you all the time! I wasn't expecting you to look like this though!"
Her eyes widened and the blush on her cheeks darkened. "I mean not that theres anything wrong with the way you look, you look great. Like really great, its just I wasn't expecting a bad boy cause you kinda give off that vibe and Mrs Lowman is always saying how good you are and-"
"Here's your basket." Happy interrupted, lifting the basket with an amused look on his face.
"Thank you." She gulped and took the basket from his grip.
"I need to go, but it was nice to meet you, (y/n)."
She nodded and smiled warmly at him.
He turned and walked down the porch steps.
He was halfway out the gate when he heard her yell after him. "It was nice to meet you too, Happy."
From her window, Mrs Lowman watched with a smile on her face. It had been a long time since she had seen her son smile.