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What's everyone asking santa clause for? ;)

It would have been our 5 year anniversary today. I loved you more than anything babe <3 I hope you know that I'm happy and dealing, you would have wanted that. Forever in my heart, I'll always cherish the memories.

I keep re reading my favorite book and every time it hurts because I think of Calum and Jordyn.

It's been a long day, and it's not always easy dealing with people.

I've been moping around on the couch all day with my foot up and I could really use the company.

“Thank you for making dinner tonight. I’m sorry I got home so late.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. How was your meeting?” 

“A joke,” Lena answered, her curls bouncing as she shook her head in frustration. “We got nothing accomplished because two of the board members wouldn't stop bickering over an issue that didn't even need to discussed tonight! Which of course means we have to have another meeting next week. I just wish they’d start acting like adults, get the budget set, and stop wasting our time.” She sighed heavily.

“Can’t you throw them out or something if they’re holding up the process so much?” Stef asked, ever the problem-solver.

“When one of them is President of the Board? Unfortunately, no.” Having finished the last of the dirty dishes, Lena wiped her hands dry. She picked up the stack of plates Stef had dried and put them in the cupboard.

“Sorry, love,” Stef said, pursing her lips sympathetically. Lena shrugged, grateful just to have someone to vent to. She used a damp dish towel to wipe down the kitchen table. As she leaned to reach the far side, Stef enjoyed the smooth curve of her backside. “Those jeans look great on you,” she said.

“Thanks, babe.” Lena looked back over her shoulder, smiling; always appreciative of Stef’s endless compliments. But the smile dropped instantly, her eyes widening. Stef held her towel by the corners in each hand, twirling the length of it tightly. A devilish gleam danced in her eyes. “Stefanie  Foster, don’t you dare.”

Stef grinned, flashing white teeth at her wife who glared dangerously back at her. “It’s Adams-Foster, thank you,” she said as she let one end of the towel go, flicking hard with her right hand. Lena moved to dodge but not quite fast enough and the towel made contact with a loud THWAP. She let out a shriek and backed up, rubbing the stinging spot.

“Stef, no!” She said through anxious giggles, retreating further from Stef who was readying her towel again. Stef stalked her around the table. “STEF!” she shouted when she snapped her towel again, this time connecting with her thigh. She hissed at the sting before looking up at her wife. “Oh, you are in for it now,” she warned. Lena twisted her towel between her hands, her jaw set, her eyes flashing darkly as she worked to disguise the smile pulling at her lips. She stepped backward, leading Stef further around the table slowly. Then, abruptly changing direction before Stef could react, she stepped toward her and let the towel fly. It connected with the left side of her abdomen and Stef let out a hiss as she clutched the spot, doubling over in pain. “Oh my god, Stef! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Lena dropped her towel and rushed to her wife, who continued to howl in pain. “Honey, I’m so sorry. Oh god. Let me see.” Guilt ripped through her as she pushed Stef’s hands away, pulling up her shirt to look at her healing wound. As she examined it suddenly Stef spun her so she was pinned between her and the kitchen table. She straightened, looking up at her wife confused. “Stef, wh-” Stef’s mouth covered her own, forcing her to swallow the rest of her question. Still confused, she pulled back, searching her wife’s smiling face.

“Honey, I’m fine. It was a joke.” Stef chuckled but Lena was less than amused. She swatted Stef’s shoulder.

“You complete ass,” she admonished, trying desperately not to give in to the display of innocence coming from her partner.

“I had to do something. I know how you are when you get competitive. It was either that or tackle you and I didn’t think you’d appreciate that on the hardwood floor. Really, I was looking out for you.”