https://archiveofourown.org/works/40746483
soooo ya girl wrote an american dad fic for the first time in a long time today
please enjoy this fluffy hayley x jeff drabble!
It was the little moments that Hayley appreciated. The things most people would overlook but that meant the world to her.
During their smoke sessions, Jeff would idly play with her hair, fashioning it into loose braids that, when she'd take the bands out the next morning, would leave her hair curly. Not that she minded: she found it incredibly sweet. The rare times they went anywhere fancy, she'd always ask him to do her hair. Honestly, he was surprisingly good at it, but even if he wasn't, she wouldn't have cared, it was the intimacy that she liked more than anything.
There were other things, too. If, for some reason, Francine hadn't made breakfast, Jeff would always attempt to make something for Hayley. If he tried cooking (and didn't cause a small fire in the process), he'd end up cremating it so he learned to stick with chilled or ambient stuff. One time, he'd made her a bowl of Lucky Charms but had somehow mistaken the orange juice for milk. She ate it anyway.
Then there were the even smaller moments, like how he'd always hold her hand wherever they went or the unmistakable pride in his voice when she'd overhear him telling people how she was his wife. Or how about the fact that as soon as he found out elephants were her favourite animal, he'd pick up everything elephant related -no matter how tenuously so- he could? By this point, she had quite the collection: elephant socks, plushies, headbands, bongs, underpants... you name it.
It didn't matter that they both had shitty minimum wage jobs and lived in her parents' house, as far as Hayley was concerned, she was as rich as could be.
