The Way We Were

The Way We Valentine

Mal awakened to someone kissing his chest. He lifted the covers and saw a dark pile of curls waving gently. "I don't think my wife would approve."

A giggle sounded but soft, cold lips continued to be pressed to his flesh.

"Where ya goin?"

A tap on his crotch let him know what kind of mood she was in.

"I thought it was my day?"

"69?" She squeaked.

He laughed.

W.W.W.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy!" Mickey yelled.

Mal smiled as he sat down. "Happy Valentine's Day, Princess."

"Did Mommy give you your Honmei-Choco?"

"Yes, she did." Mal looked at his love.

Marcy licked her lips.

His eyes burned for her.

Mickey giggled.

"Go look outside." Marcy set her phone aside.

Mal frowned in confusion. "Outside?"

"Yeah. I got you a special present."

"You already gave me a special present."

"Better believe it, ducky." She raised a brow. "Go take a look."

He frowned, wondering what she was up to. He stood and went to the front door. He opened it and didn't see anything but white at first.

Then he looked in the driveway by the garage. A bright orange 1954 Packard was sitting there, sparkling in the early morning winter sun.

He went back to the kitchen and looked at his wife's blank face. "You bought me a car?"

"No." She answered easily.

Karou and Paris giggled.

A thought occurred to him. "Did you steal it?"

"Why does everyone think I'd steal a car?!" Marcy tried not to laugh.

The people who knew her well gave her a look.

She huffed. "I did not steal that car."

Since Mal was so bright, he figured it out. "You built my car."

She smiled.

He couldn't believe it. She built his car for him? That was so incredibly sweet! "Thank you, baby." His eyes promised a more sensual offer of gratitude.

Hers accepted. "You're welcome."

W.W.W.

Artie got his books ready for his next class and backed away to shut his locker when he bumped into someone. "Oh! Excuse me!"

"It's okay." Brittany said brightly.

"Oh, hey, Britt." He turned. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day!" She held a sprig of mistletoe up and kissed his cheek.

He laughed. "That's only for Christmas, Britt. But thank you."

She knew that. "Here you go."

"What's this?" He took the dark wrapped package with a frown.

"Your Valentine's Day present."

He held it out. "I can't accept that."

"Why not?" She pouted.