 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Hart thanked his lucky stars that Daf always gave him such tender looks when he got goofy. He would have been such a sad young man if his boyfriend thought him silly for being that way. Yet Hartlet could never help it and Daf was the only person to ever have such an effect on him. He gave the other guy a wide smile. “I think you always will.” Daf was just… wow.
He allowed his gaze to trace Daf’s wonderful smile, a sight that made him ridiculously happy. “I know you will. I’m not worried, mainly because I know we’ve got options like you mentioned. So either way, we’re not going to starve.” A cheeky grin was thrown at his love. But it was true: there were options, especially when it came to Evan; the former roomie always could be relied upon for food.
“I try to be. For you.” Hart was tremendously warm and fuzzy on the inside that his efforts were noticed and appreciated. “All the ingredients for great pasta,’’ he continued enthusiastically. “I’m guessing my ‘Kiss The Chef’ apron’s in that pantry box.” Duh! Because it was not a perishable. Not in the mood to tumble through it, the Historian whipped out his wand. “Accio Apron!’’ A pale blue apron flew out of the box. He caught it expertly then wanted no time in donning it. The words ‘Kiss The Chef’ were written in white, loopy letters and there was an image of a chef’s hat just below.
“I’ll accept kisses after this meal is made,’’ Hart continued jovially, now waving his wand so that pots, pans and spoons soared to the countertop. “This chef is too hard at work to be disturbed.” Of course, he was joking. Daf was always welcomed to kiss him at any time.
And did he mention just how happy he was? Today truly was one of the happiest days of his life. It just about dulled the ache he had been carrying about the bombed proposal. |