***Trigger warning for mentions of suicide.***
Start the song. It's Good Feeling by Haley Blais.
Tyler hummed the same song he'd sung in the shower as he drove home. He'd picked up flowers for Jenna seeing as he was about thirty minutes late after the road he usually drove to get home was closed due to snow. He didn't know anything about flowers, but they were pink and orange and fluffy, so she'd probably like them. Besides, she always liked having fresh flowers around the house. She used to keep scissors in her purse so she could "borrow" flowers from parks and neighbours' yards.
He was still humming to himself as he climbed up the front steps of their house, doing his best to kick the snow off his shoes atop the doormat before stepping inside. The warmth of their home washed over him, nearly making him shiver with relief. He kicked his shoes off by the door and hung his coat up in the mud room before heading inside.
The Food Network was playing in the kitchen, and Tyler could see Jenna sitting cross-legged on the island, facing away from him as she drank a mug of hot cocoa. She was wearing lingerie, which probably meant she'd intended to surprise him thirty minutes ago before realizing he was probably going to be late, like always.
Tyler did his best to hide the flowers behind his back as he set his briefcase down on the kitchen table. He knew better than to try to surprise her when she was home alone in her underwear and holding a hot drink, so he quietly said, "So bad news, the road I usually take to leave the office was closed."
Jenna whipped around to look at him so quickly that she almost dropped her mug, a wide smile tugging at her cheeks. She practically slammed her mug of cocoa down onto the counter as she scurried off of the island and ran to him.
Before Jenna could hug him, he held the flowers in front of himself and said, "But the good news is that the detour was next to a flower shop."
Jenna squealed, taking the flowers from him before jumping on him. He laughed as he caught her, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.
"You were almost on time!" She cooed proudly, nuzzling her warm nose against his chilled one. "Guess what your prize is?"
"I get a prize for almost accomplishing something?" He asked with a laugh.
His fiancé giggled. "Yes! You get a prize!"
"And what's that?" Tyler asked amusedly.
"Well, if you had been on time, I would let you unwrap your prize before you get to play with it," she told him, one hand leaving his neck to pull the strap of her bra up when it slipped down on her shoulder. She giggled when Tyler pouted. "But your alternative prize is pretty good too."
"And what's that?" He asked again, this time a bit hopefully.
Jenna giggled. "Well, since your skin is so cold and needs to be warmed up, I'll let you take a bath with me, and then we can watch Christmas movies on the couch in our pajamas."
"It's January, babe," Tyler reminded her, smiling slightly.
The woman in his arms huffed. "Okay, so...we can watch The Gremlins. It's sorta Christmas and sorta your thing. Deal?"
Tyler laughed as he carried Jenna down the hall. "Perfect. See? We're already learning to compromise. We're totally ready for marriage."
"Totally," Jenna agreed. "I want to make chilli and cornbread for dinner, by the way. I can't believe I let you go outside in that weather, but I promise I'll do everything in my power to warm you up again."
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Lockjaw (Joshler)
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