“Exactly.” Sam said, his smile growing as he stared longingly into his wife’s eyes. They were married now. She had vowed to him that she would be faithful. He had her for good now. There was nothing to worry about anymore and that made Sam so freaking happy, that he just wanted to jump up and down and kiss Quinn for the rest of his life. And thank god that he got to do that. Or else he probably wouldn’t be able to survive this life. The thought about a future with Quinn, the thought that some day they would have small blondes running around and that some day they would live in a big ranch and have horses and they would walk hand in hand through everything and watch the sun go down. The thought about all of that pretty much got Sam out of bed every morning. And then Quinn’s kisses, of course. All though they pretty much wanted him to stay in bed, instead of getting out of it.
His thoughts were interrupted just then when he heard Quinn’s answer to his question. He knew that she was busy when it came to work and it was understandable. She had worked extremely hard for that job and she was just 100% enthusiastic about it. Sam loved that about her. But he also knew that she could become very tired after a long day of writing and sitting in front of a computer screen. That was pretty much why Sam had been thinking about one thing for a little while. “Do you want to take a few days off? We could go to Ohio and see your mom? Or we could go and see my family in Nashville? Or we could just stay at home? I mean, if you’re burnt out then it might be a little nice to take some time off.” Sam suggested, giving her a small crooked smile. The waiter came with their drinks and after they had ordered their main courses, Sam heard the light laugh that came out of Quinn’s mouth and he couldn’t help but grow a little confused. “What?” Sam asked with a small laugh and took a sip of his drink. “Oh… That.. Yeah, I’m just not a big fan of wine. I was trying to act really sophisticated. It didn’t go so well, did it? That date meant a lot to me, you know?” Sam said, tilting his head a little as he admired his wife’s face a little. “You’re so beautiful…”
Quinn had a while to consider Sam’s suggestion of taking some time off since the waiter had interrupted the discussion, and as the seconds ticked by she became more and more fond of the idea. When they were alone once again she finally spilled her enlightenment about the possibility of taking a vacation. “Why are you so smart?” She questioned her husband, while her mind remained to rummage through the possible destinations. “I’m sure Judy would be happy for us to visit, but Lima feels more like a prison than an escape venue… Nashville on the other hand..” The blonde rambled on, more thinking out loud than actually pursuing a conversation with Sam. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about each situation, but eased when she realized how lovely visiting Nashville might actually be. A visit with Sam’s family was long over due and she wouldn’t mind letting loose in the country for a while. “Nashville!” She repeated, her eyes lighting up and her hand moving swiftly across the table to hold her husbands, and give it a light squeeze. “What do you think, sweetie?” Quinn asked after realizing that she wasn’t exactly including her husband in the decision making process, sometimes her excitement couldn’t help but get the best of her.
She lifted her wine glass and raised it to her lips for a sip, smiling goofily afterwards at Sam while she watched him talk. God, he was handsome, and she wasn’t even sure he realized it. He complimented her and Quinn grinned wider and looked down a little, causing one strand of her blonde hair to fall down over her face. She pushed it back then looked back up at Sam and pondered, “Do you realize how lucky we are? We’re a relationship success story, my dear. Do you realize how in love we are?” She just basked in her love related glory like that for a while, with stars in her eyes and fireworks in her heart.
Work, work and more work… Oh, and morning sex.
I don’t think I needed to know about that last part, Sam.
You most definitely didn’t. My apologies, Kurt.
Sorry I haven’t been online in a while, I’ve just been so busy that I decided to take a little break from the internet as a whole and focus on work and such. Nothing has really changed except for one small thing…
A slight blushed creeped up on Sam’s cheeks because of the compliment that Quinn gave him. He had quickly put on a new and clean suit after work so he didn’t have to show up at the office with a more formal outfit than usually. It would’ve been out of place if he had done that and though he liked being out of place, it wasn’t the day for that. But he was more than happy that she thought he looked handsome. Hell, he would’ve been happy with looking alright or looking fine. But that was just another effect that Quinn had on him. Just the smallest compliment would make Sam’s cheeks hot and red and burning. Just like that morning when she had adjusted his tie, just like every other morning, and she had told him that the coffee that he had made that morning had been great. His heart skipped a beat at that and his cheeks had burned with the most reddish color that existed on a human’s skin. She did it all the time and even now when she told him that he looked handsome, he could feel his knees almost give up under him and his hands turn sweaty. Sam Evans’ wife had that effect on him and he absolutely loved it.
Smiling, Sam sat down again after he had pushed Quinn in to the table. He was now opposite her and could look directly into the sight that he adored the most; her eyes. If it weren’t for those eyes, then he really didn’t know where he would have been that day. They were his kryptonite. His weakness. There was no doubt about that. Sam’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard Quinn’s soft voice asking him a question. Did he remember their first Valentine’s Day together? Of course he did. “It was the day that he had caught her kissing Finn at the kissing booth, the day that he had been stood up by her at Breadsticks, the day where everyone else but Quinn and him were together. But that was all in the past, and Sam was focusing on the present. He had her now. She was his for good and he trusted her to not do it again. “Yeah, I remember, but I’d much rather remember this in a few years. Our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple..” Sam said, dreamingly, thinking about how he would tell their grandchildren about it in 60 years. The waiter came and after Quinn had answered, Sam ordered himself a whiskey. Red wine and Sam Evans didn’t go well. “My day was alright, even though half of the office is sick with the flu. But it was alright. It was nice. How was yours, beautiful?” Sam asked, as he caressed Quinn’s soft hand back.
There was always going to be a part of Quinn that haunted her with the memories of the past and how she treated Sam, she knew that very well. As much as she was trying to keep the thoughts of her reckless high school days behind her, sometimes the guilt of how poorly she treated people, that were now so important in her life, would just set in and refuse to leave. She would always feel awful about her and Sam’s early relationship, but just had to remind herself that this was her second chance. It was her second chance to make up the days of carelessness and to prove her love to her now husband. She wasn’t going to mess it up this time. “You’re right,” She agreed, escaping her thoughts and coming back into the present. “There’s no use looking in the past when we have such a great present,” Quinn continued, a smile shining on her face. She listened intently as Sam told her about his day, and admired his crooked smile and warm eyes, the restaurants dim lighting was giving her husband a certain glow that reminded her just how handsome he was and how lucky she was to be able to call him hers.
“Stressful,” she admitted with a nod. Work was harder than usual lately, the hectic atmosphere of the news office motivated her to push herself to write to the best of her ability, but lately it was getting a little too much. She could definitely use a break that was longer than the two day weekends. “I’m just feeling a little burnt out lately, you know?” She added, trying not to remember the stuff she had to get done when she returned to the office the following day. The waiter arrived a few minutes later and filled Quinn’s glass with her wine and Sam’s with whiskey. She laughed softly to herself, remembering their ‘second first date’ where Sam hadn’t exactly been able to handle the bitter taste of the wine. “I still can’t believe you can take whiskey but not something as simple as wine,” She teased with a smirk after the waiter left and they had ordered their main courses. Her friend had been right about the excellent service at this place. Quinn took her wine glass with her free hand to her lips and took a small sip of the drink, trying not to notice the stain she’d made on the glass by her red lipstick when she put the glass down.
Something like that, yeah. And a kiss would be nice too?
Your wish is my command.
It was officially the 14th of February, which meant that it was officially the day where shops earned more money on roses, chocolate and cards, than on any other day. It was also Valentine’s Day and a day for Quinn and Sam as the newlyweds that they were, to celebrate their love for each other. The had been married for some months now and even though the honeymoon stage was long gone, Sam was still as in love with Quinn as he was the day he married her. And even more than that. Sam fell in love with his wife every single second he spent with her. And that was even when they had their small arguments over the small things like who had to have the remote control for the television every night, or the discussion about who had to get up and make the morning coffee. But he loved her. He fell in love with her every single second, and though the 14th of February was just an ordinary day, Sam was planning to tell Quinn how much he loved her, in a very special way.
So the two had booked reservations at a really fancy restaurant in Manhattan that Quinn had been told about. It was supposed to be extremely romantic and especially on a day like Valentine’s. And it was. As Sam stepped into the restaurant after going directly from his work, he was sure that no other restaurant would be able to compete with this one on this certain date. Rose petals, candlelights and violin music was everywhere, along with small tables for two in corners, for people to have their privacy. It was perfect and it was perfect for Quinn and Sam. After Sam had told the server what the name was, he was showed to their table. It was in the corner, just a little distance away from another table where a couple was already sitting, holding hands and laughing. It made Sam smile and miss Quinn even more than he had at work.
Sitting down, Sam ordered himself and Quinn a glass of water to start off with, and then they could just take the rest from when she came from work. He shifted around on the chair a bit, sorted out his black tie and made himself comfortable as he waited for Quinn and just let his mind wander on its own. He wondered how she would look. Beautiful, of course. But also just longed to see her after such a long day of work. His mind was completely away when he felt a pair of tiny hands on his shoulders and a pair of lips ghosting over his earlobe. Instantly fearing that it was his ex-girlfriend and boss from work, Sam gulped hard before hearing the soft and soothing voice that he adored so much. Smiling softly, Sam placed his right hand over hers and moved it to his lips so he could kiss it. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my amazing wife,” He said and got up from his seat to look at her properly. His heart skipped a tiny beat when he saw her and he instantly leaned over to kiss her lips. “You look beautiful,” Sam whispered before he walked over to pull the chair out for her.
Feeling her husband tense a little at first when she moved in to surprise him, Quinn couldn’t help but wonder if he was expecting it to be someone else or if he was growing afraid of his own wife. She had to admit she could be a tad grumpy before her caffeine in the morning, but not enough for that response. She quietly laughed with relief when she felt his body relax after whispering into his ear, so she wasn’t Godzilla after all, she thought. A familiar smile spread across her face when Sam oh so romantically placed a kiss on her hand. She had learned over the past year that she had a specific smile for her husband, no one but Sam could make her smile that wide or turn her cheeks that shade of red. Even when she was supposed to be angry at him, he’d do something to make her swoon and she’d have to fight, but never win the battle, to keep the corner of her lip from curving into that signature Sam caused smile. “How romantic,” she cooed, her smile apparent in her soft voice. She admired Sam’s well-fitting suit as he stood up from his seat, and the girl smiled at the ground after realizing that he was admiring her attire as well. “And you look so very handsome,” Quinn responded, after cupping the side of his face with her right hand when they both leaned in to place a sweet kiss against each other’s lips.
Who ever said chivalry was dead? The girl thought as Sam pulled out her chair for her. Quinn straightened out the bottom of her dress before being seated and pushed in by her husband. Looking around the restaurant as Sam walked back to his seat, she noticed all of the happy couples around the place, it seemed as though everyone had hearts for eyes. She wondered if everyone in the room was a love success story like her and Sam were, or if their relationships were just beginning the roller coaster ride that was love. “Do you remember our first Valentine’s Day together?” She asked, it had been years since that day in High School, and if Quinn could remember it properly it was during the span of their relationship where she wasn’t treating him like he deserved. That was part of the reason Quinn wanted this day to run as perfectly as possible, to make up for the time where she took the love of her life for granted. The waiter came a few moments later, asking them if they would like any beverage besides water to start their meal. Quinn answered red wine for herself and waited for Sam’s reply before the man walked away. Her right hand moved across the white tablecloth until it reached her husbands, and Quinn intertwined their hands and caressed his knuckles with her thumb. “How was your day, sweet heart?” She asked while smoothing down her hair with her free hand.
It’s my birthday and I was wondering if anyone wanted to go out, or something?
What do you have in mind, birthday boy? Drinks with the whole gang?