Honey being so emotional one day before her and gator are together. And he’s like “what’s the matter” and she’s like “want apple pie but the diner sold out before i left” and he makes she she gets that damn pie
ohhh yes yes, like he comes to visit her after work (as he usually does). probably bringing something for her even if it’s something simple like flowers (but no one has ever brought her flowers before so it means the world to her). she smiles at him when she opens the door but he can tell something is wrong, her eyes are big and glassy, nose is sniffing, she’s biting her lower lip.
“what’s the matter mama?” his voice automatically sounding soft, there’s a rough edge, a protective edge but he’s still soft with her, always.
her face crumbles as she hides behind her hands, “it’s so stupid…” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms.
gator steps into her apartment, gently taking her wrists in one of his hands and pulling them down so he can see her face.
“‘s not stupid, tell me…” his arm wraps around her shoulders as he walks her towards the living room.
honey sniffs softly, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “i really wanted apple pie…a-and the diner was all out.”
she watches as gator’s face twists in confusion for a split second until he remembers cravings and hormones. “oh honey…” he coos, wrapping his arms tight around her as they sit on the couch.
“it’s dumb, i know it’s not worth crying over b-but i wanted it so bad and i should’ve gotten it earlier.” the poor thing is now blubbering against gator’s shoulder, and he’s panicked. he doesn’t know what to do, how to help but god he wants to, he needs to.
he hesitantly combs his fingers through her hair, her hand is on his chest, gripping his shirt. his stomach is doing flips, god he just wants to kiss her so bad, kiss it all away…but no, she needs pie and needs it now.
“honey, what if we get pie from somewhere else?” she looks up at him, sniffing her little nose again.
“that would be fine b-but you don’t need to go out on a pie hunt, you’ve worked all day.”
gator is already getting off the couch, “it doesn’t matter, mama needs pie, she’s gettin’ her damn pie.” he presses a kiss to the side of her head (keep in mind guys they’re just buds!)
he ends up driving to another diner, all the way across lehigh. he doesn’t even care, he doesn’t care one bit. he knows these pies are damn god, and honey deserves the best.
when they sit down in that booth and her eyes fixate on the massive piece of pie heading right towards her.
gator can’t help but smile…he did it.
