Nick made dinner as soon as he got home from work. He felt himself racing with time between cleaning up the house, getting food on the table, going over Sammy's homework, and making sure that Dan had all of his work under control. These were things that became second nature for him, but tonight, he wanted to be finished as soon as possible.
Once he was able to, he put his coat back on and headed down the street. It was cold out and there was still unmelted snow on the sides of the roads. He shivered as he walked along quickly.
He knocked a couple of times before opening the unlocked door and walking inside the house. Her bedroom door was open. He went over and found her working on her laptop.
He knocked three times.
She looked up but continued typing.
"Hey," he smiled, leaning against her doorpost.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, happy to see him. She turned back to her laptop and continued working on her article.
"Well, according to you, we have plans," he answered, seeing that she clearly forgot and had every intention of making her feel bad about it.
She squeezed her eyes shut and stopped typing. Turning to him, with a guilty smile, she replied, "We do, don't we?"
"I faked a stomach ache to leave work a little early and you completely forgot." He walked into her room and sat on her bed. "I held so much importance for this hangout and it totally went over your head. And to top things off, you were the one who told me to come over. Am I not important to you as you are to me?"
"Nick, I'm sorry hon, but dramatic just doesn't work for you," she shook her head with a smile. "Give me five, or maybe fifteen minutes to finish this, and then I'm all yours."
"What are you working on?"
"Our paper decided to print a column in the spirit of Thanksgiving with some recipe at the end of it."
"And how did you get involved with that?" he asked seriously but was teasing her.
"Oh my gosh, you are just so funny," she said sarcastically in a high-pitched voice.
"Do you know any Thanksgiving recipes that aren't some sort of dessert?"
"Well, it just happens to be that I don't, but my mom happens to know a bunch. So, I asked her to send me her most complicated one so that I, not only look like I know how to cook but I'm all fancy about it." She swung her chair around to him and smirked.
He chuckled. "Mastermind."
"Thanks."
"So, why do you care if people think you can cook?"
"I don't know. I'm already too deep into this to think if there was any sense to it."
He smiled and laid back on her bed. "I'll be here. Waiting."
"Please, make yourself comfortable," she teased as she looked at his already comfortable state and threw a paper ball at him.
"Hey!" he called out. "What was that for? I'm not the one still working when we had plans."
"I said I was sorry," she said and turned back to her laptop. "Just ten more minutes..."
"Take your time," he told her. He shut his eyes and exhaled a deep breath he had taken in.
He barely opened his eyes, hearing his name in a whisper. "Nickie." He heard it again but this time felt a warm hand rub the side of his face. He opened his eyes and saw Molly looking down at him. She suddenly smiled.
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