#roller ricky

It was something that was a common routine for you and your boyfriend, Ricky. Every evening, you’d both take Max out for his second walk of the day and then the big puppy would lumber off to his bed to nap after you all came home. From there, you and him would head to the kitchen to make dinner together.

It was an activity you both did often, just like roller skating. If there was one thing that was just as fun as dancing, it was cooking. Whether it be trying out a new recipe or whipping up a classic.

And now, with Christmas right around the corner, you both could include baking as well.

Tonight the kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of sugar cookies mingling with upbeat holiday tunes. While you were busy frosting and decorating, Ricky was rolling out dough and cutting out different shapes. It was nice really. Just like cooking and roller skating, you both getting into your rhythm together. Even with the smaller space with the two of you occasionally bumping into each other with a giggle.

With the final tray of cookies in the oven, you take one of your delicious masterpieces and take a bite. You turn and catch Ricky scooping up the last bit of dough from the bowl with the mixing spoon and eating it.

“You know your hard work tastes better when it’s baked and decorated,” you jest, taking another bite. “Besides, won’t you get sick?”

“Hopefully not,” he laughs. “I have been eating cookie dough ever since I first tried my grandma’s Christmas cookies and I’ve never got sick once. But you’re right, they do taste better baked.”

He approaches the countertop you made your decorating corner, and grabs an angel shaped cookie. You watch his reaction expectantly as he takes a bite.

“What do you think? You think she’d be proud,” you ask. You knew how much Ricky loved his grandparents; how much they shaped him and helped him. To know that your cookies would be on par with his grandmother’s would be nice you think.

“Oh yeah, she would,” he beams at you before his smile softens as his thinks. “She would’ve loved you. They both would’ve. My grandma and grandpa.”

“I’m glad,” you grin back too and take his hand into your own. “I would’ve loved them too. Plus, I could’ve thanked them for raising such a wonderful guy.”

Ricky chuckles at that before resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You close your eyes as well, feeling perfectly content. Just a nice, quiet moment between you and him.

That was until a soft, whining noise caused you both to pull away from each other.

Max, who had just woken up from his nap, was staring up at you two with the biggest, saddest eyes you have ever seen on an animal. He didn’t seem too please with the fact he was not included in the cookie taste testing.

“Aww, sorry Maxy, but dogs can’t have cookies,” Ricky coos to the large canine, who once again whines in response.

“Hang on, I’ve got a surprise,” you say, going to a cabinet and rummaging around. You then pull out a tote that looked like a candy cane and open it, removing a bell shaped cookie that looked and smelled different from the sugary ones you made. “Here you go, buddy. Your own little cookie.”

You hold the treat out to the big puppy, who’s eyes instantly light up as he snatches it from your hands. Within twenty seconds, the cookie was gone.

“Woah, when did you make those?” Ricky asks, glancing into the jar to see multiple dog-friendly cookies.

“I made them yesterday. I got the recipe from the animal shelter last week and knew it be a great surprise for both of you,” you explain, referring to the the animal shelter outside of Gallows Creek that you and him liked to volunteer at together.

“It was a great surprise, especially for Max,” he laughs again, before wrapping an arm around you. After the canine gobbles down his treat, he trots up to you with a happy wag of his tail.

“Well you know I can’t help but spoil him. He makes it too easy, just like you,” you tease as you scratch Max behind his ears.

“You make it easy too,” he says with a kiss to your temple and pets the dog as well.

And also my burning hate for this man