Thanksgiving
Yelena and Wanda had been in the kitchen preparing a large dinner all afternoon. Natasha made her way back in after being kicked out numerous times. She asked Yelena if she knew where her girlfriend was at because she had gotten a notification on her phone from Door Dash.
Yelena made her way to their room and saw Kate sharing a pizza with Lucky and Fanny. “Kate Bishop, we’ve been preparing food all day. What are you doing in here?”
“Eating and watching the parade,” she saw a disappointed look on her girlfriend’s face. “But I’m a growing woman. You can’t possibly expect me to wait. It’s not my fault we got hungry.”
“You could’ve come into the kitchen,” Yelena sat down on the floor with everyone.
“Oh no,” Kate shook her head, “I saw the way Wanda yelled at Natasha for sneaking some sweet potatoes. I’m happy here.”
“Okay, little hawk,” Yelena kissed her cheek. “I will call you when dinner is ready. You better have room.”
Kate reached out and grabbed Yelena’s arm, “can’t you stay and watch some of the parade with us?”
Yelena’s heart clenched looking at her girlfriend and the pups. She immediately sat down, wrapping her arm around Kate’s shoulders, “Americans do love a parade.”
Kate rested her head on Yelena’s shoulder, “not as much as I love you, babe.”
