Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: My own Love Doctor and Twelfth Rose, my beloved Drew (I love you, my darling!!!!)
Warning(s): Future Ficlet
Word Count: 679
Date Written: 22 February 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Flowers for my flower," Toby starts, bowing partially as he holds a bouquet of fresh, red roses to Happy.
"Not another Valentine's Day." Happy cuts him off with a roll of her dark eyes. "You know the only thing I hate more than Valentine's Day, Tobias Curtis, -- "
"Doctor Tobias Curtis," he interjects with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming. Nobody's going to deter him from being happy today, not when he gets to spend another Valentine's Day with the love of his life being his actual wife.
Happy ignores him. " -- is corny lines," she finishes. "You were full of them when we were dating. You don't have to keep it up now." But she does accept the bouquet and even dips her nose into the roses to sniff them.
"You don't dislike them as much as you claim," Tobias starts to protest, but Happy again cuts him off.
"Besides, doc, I hate to break it to you, but whoever you bought these roses from chipped you."
"No, they didn't."
"There's only eleven here."
"I see twelve."
"I'm telling you, I'm looking right at twelve roses."
Happy frowns. "I know you can count, Curtis. One, two, three, four," she starts counting, indicating each full bud in turn, "five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven."
When she stops counting, making it clear she's only holding eleven roses, Toby reaches over and lifts her proud chin. "Twelve," he announces, slipping a small mirror out from his jacket's sleeve and directing it at her, "and the prettiest of them all."
"Put that thing away. You know I don't like mirrors."
"Correction: you don't like your reflection, which I really don't see why since you're as beautiful as you are."
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
"Actually," he reminds her, his charming grin spreading and making her heartbeat secretly quicken, "it got me everywhere and everything I ever really wanted."
"Oh, really?" she retorts, arching an eyebrow at him.
"Absolutely." He grins broadly, lifts her hand from around the bouquet, and kisses it back. "Maybe I didn't get that condo or the millions I wanted, but I got what I've always wanted most of all. I got you, didn't I?"
"But can you keep me?" Happy retaliates, shaking her head just a little in a way she knows he loves because of the way he claims it makes her hair shimmer.
"So far, so good," he replies, not missing a beat, "and if you try to run away, I'll follow you anywhere and everywhere just like before."
"Just like a puppy."
"I'm your puppy. Arf!"
Happy finally cracks up, and Toby beams even more brightly at the wonderful, musical sound of her laughter. "You are so full of bull, Doctor Tobias Curtis."
"You knew that when you fell for me."
"What do you think took me so long?"
"You still fell."
Still laughing, Happy finally lets him pull her into his arms. She's never known a safer and more wonderful place than in his embrace, but she'll never admit that to any one. She lets him embrace her, but he finally puts up the mirror in order to wrap both arms around her. "And you are the most beautiful rose," he insists, nuzzling her neck, "in any bouquet."
She rolls her eyes again. "Just shut up and do what you do best," she teases.
"I was beginning to think you'd never ask," he says, holding her tightly and beginning to angle his mouth for hers. She twists slightly in his arms, leans up, and presses her lips to his, silencing him at last. It's Toby who emits the first soft moan of delight as he sweeps his tongue home into her hot and ready mouth, but Happy's not far behind. The man may drive her crazy, but she's never wanted any one else for her valentine and, she knows, never will. Toby somehow manages to complete her every good dream, even the ones to which she'll never admit. He fulfills her, and of all the things she's ever been, her favorite truly, and secretly, is being his wife.