Day 21- Favorite AU
Newsbians flower shop AU!!
Finally it was nearing nine at night, the auburn haired girl, Katherine, thought to herself. That workshop with the little kids was certainly tiring, but it brought joy to Katherine to know these children were enjoying the flower shop she owned. Teaching how to weave flower crowns was also certainly calming, especially when little pairs of two exchanged flower crowns of pink and red. The thoughts brought a warmth to the chest of the owner. Sticking a pale rose behind her ear, the florist began cleaning. Just two more minutes before-.
The bell above the door broke her thoughts. Sighing, auburn curled hair swooshed as a turn was made. The woman in front of her was tall…. Really tall. And… Oh, God, no, she's really cute. Tattoos painted the arms of the mysterious stranger, clothing of all black draping over her skin. Slightly curled brown hair is pulled up into a tight bun, a few loose strands coming down to frame her face. “I’m so sorry for bothering so late. My brother needs me to buy flowers to give to his old husband, y’know?” A smile crossed Katherine’s face as she nodded, tucking hair behind the ear that didn’t have a flower holding curls in place.
“Any specific type of bouquet you'd like?” Messing with the flower, still with a smile, the florist starts observing bouquets. The other woman with ink marking her body followed, pointing to one large mess of flowers. Pink, red, and purple petals clustered into a wrapped gift. Auburn curls bounced with the nod, as the large bouquet is handed over.
“That’d be $4.50.” Sighing with a glance to the dolphin tattoo adorning the wrist of her right arm, the strange customer hands over the money.
“Thanks for doing business with us at Plumber’s Flower Shop.” The message came out as if it were an impulse. Fingers tracing the lines of her palm, and a nod, and a turn- the stranger is gone. **** It's another day with the children. Giggling has already erupted in the small building between the young ones and the redhead. All of the kids are stacking up flower crowns on the top of the young flower lover’s head, trying to see how tall it could get.
The bell rings again.
Katherine turns all of a sudden, ruining the kid’s hard work, but right now, she could care less. It's the cute tattooed stranger again. Smiling too wide to be considered normal, the other girl springs to her feet.
“Do you need-?”
“I'd just like flowers for me, please?” Messing with the ends of the hair, the brunette grinned. “Plus, it gives me a chance to see you again…” The comment is added shyly, but it still makes the cheeks of the owner turn the color of the pale rose nestled in her auburn curls.
“I-uh-erm-Of course!” The answer comes stammered. Rushing behind a smooth counter, the florist grabs a bouquet. The flowers symbolise something. Love, crushing even. Katherine doesn’t even take mind as her golden-brown gaze meets Sarah’s dark brown. Shyly, the bouquet is handed over, as the same gold-brown gaze is averted to the slate grey floor.
Smiling, the brown haired girl places money on the counter. A green blur is seen and gone within a second, and the money is in the cash register. The brunette giggled, looking at Katherine. “You're cute.”
A blush settles on the other female’s face. “What!?” She squeaks out.
“You're cute!” Squinting at the name tag on the florist’s shirt, the cute customer adds, “You’re cute, Katherine.”
A heart pumps quickly in the auburn haired girl’s chest, before only just choking out. “Y-you are too…?”
“Sarah.”
“T-that’s a pretty n-name… It goes with your face. You have a nice face.” Noticing what came out of the stupid mouth of her’s, the florist makes her lips into a thin line.
“Your's ain't bad either.” There's a smile on the tattooed- no, Sarah’s- face. As Katherine hands over the receipt, it's quickly only handed back. “Call me.”
And no longer is the owner alive as the cute tattooed girl walks off. The owner is now a puddle of goop. **** “Sarah Jacobs… Ever since the day I first saw you in my flower shop I've been a huge hopeless lesbian. And then we started dating. My dreams were being fulfilled. Our first date was at this place. Amblican Park. On our first date you asked me to always be there. I promised you. On our second date here, for our one year anniversary, you asked me to always love you. I promised. Second year anniversary, third date here, you asked me if I'd protect and hold you forever.” Tears finally sparked in the auburn haired girl’s eyes. “I promised. But, tonight, third year anniversary, fourth date here, I've gotta ask something of you…”
Katherine stepped up from the bench, slowly leaning down onto one knee. It takes no genius to find out, which was why Sarah, a self-acclaimed genius, started tearing up. “Kath-.”
“Will you, Sarah Esther Jacobs, do the pleasure of making me the happiest woman on earth and marrying me?” It comes out of the florist’s mouth like more of a sob, which is why it was such a relief when the girl she loves screamed out.
“Yes! Of course!” A smile creeps onto the florist’s face as she slides the ring onto her lover’s finger. Sarah proceeds to pull the florist forward, meeting their lips in an unsudden, though most certainly welcome, kiss. Katherine wraps her arms tightly around her girlfriend- financeé’s- neck. Marveling the moment, adoring her wonderful girl. Holding and protecting forever. Just like was promised. **** “Ya think she’s happy?” Katherine looked up at her wife. They'd been happily married for fifteen years now, and they'd successfully adopted a kid when she was six.
“Most certainly.” Sarah assured, gripping her hand, giving a soft smile. They look forward. Their little girl, their little Buttons, has inherited the flower shop that brought her mamas together. She now has a girlfriend of her own, who she’d met when helping Katherine and Sarah out at the very same shop. Buttons waved to them out the window, before turning to swat at her girlfriend, Joey, and ducking away. Probably to start a tickle fight. It brought a smile to the married pair’s faces.
“It hurts to let go. I know, hon. But we’ll see her still.” The brunette promises, and Katherine smiles, tracing her fingers over the lesbian pride flag tattoo on the back of the now retired florist’s lover’s left hand.
“Promise?”
Their gold bands of promise clink together.
“Promise.”
@newsiestober
