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It has been one hell of a day. After their fight this morning, her father showing up out of nowhere, all of the paperwork she had to do at work, and to add to all of this she just got an email from her professor with an updated syllabus. He added an additional paper that would be due in three weeks. The prompt was easy, but in order to get it finished in time while working, along with her other classes, she needed to start asap.
She needed a breather, and a couple of shots of whiskey wouldn't hurt. As she pulled up to the market there was a spot close to the door for her to park. The dark clouds looked like they could let down a flood of rain any second. With crossed fingers, she jogged the short distance to the door and prayed the rain would hold back for at least twenty minutes so she could finish at the store.
She wasn't in any type of rush to get home, so she decided to pick up a few things. She reminded herself as she was walking down the aisles to grab the few items that Bridget had written on the board stuck to the fridge. They normally would go together on the weekend, but since she was already there she might as well.
Franky knew she had royally fucked up this morning and she was going to have to make up for it. She had prepared a roast with veggies last night and had put it in the crockpot to turn on this morning, so when they got home from work dinner would be ready. One less thing for her to worry about. As she was walking past the bakery section of the store, she grabbed a fresh hot loaf of bread to go with their meal and put it among the other items she had already collected.
They had run out of wine, well Bridget had run out a couple of nights ago, so Franky thought this would be a perfect opportunity to get some more. She passed the usual bottles that they would get with the mix and match deal and headed toward the more expensive stuff. She looked through all of the different types until she found her favorite. She didn't know much about wine, but Bridget was quite the coinsure. They usually only had this one for special occasions, but she decided to splurge for Bridget. Franky couldn't really tell between the different types, but she wasn't about to tell her girlfriend that again. This thought gave her a flashback to when they had started dating about a year ago.
Franky had just finished making a nice sirloin with baked potato and broccoli, while Bridget was sorting through the wine cooler as she tried to decide which would pair the best with the steak. Franky was concentrating more on fixing their baked potatoes with the toppings than Bridget rummaging around, so when Bridget rattled off two different names and asked which she preferred she said she was indifferent. The exact words she recalled were "You pick. I don't really care. I can't tell the difference." Wrong answer. The coinsure then laid into her about the different types of wines, different ways they were made, and how certain wines pair with different meats. That was the first and last time she ever had a conversation with her about the glorified grape juice; from then on out Bridget always picked out which she liked whether they were at a nice dinner or just at the market. Franky learned quickly to keep quiet and drink whatever was given to her and agree with her when asked how it tastes.
She was checking her mental list of everything she had already gotten and what else she needed to get, then decided she was ready to check out. Before heading toward the lines to pay, she made a quick detour towards the candy and was in luck, the store was almost always out of stock of Bridget's favorite box of assorted chocolates, but today there was one box left. Right next to the queue was the refrigerator that held different bouquets of flowers. By the end of the day there were few to pick from, and what was left usually was either lopsided or had wilted. Franky ducked her head to look towards the back of the chiller and saw an assortment of flowers that hadn't been touched by a bunch of grubby hands all day. They were in pristine condition and just happened to be Bridget's favorite.
She had gotten Bridget's favorite wine, the last box of her favorite chocolates, and managed to find flowers that hadn't wilted; maybe the gods decided to shine down on Franky and give her a break from what had been a horrid day.
She had a big smile on her face as she handed the money to the cashier, bagged her groceries, and headed toward the front door. As she walked back out to her car she looked up to the clouds that were still full of rain but hadn't released the downfall just yet. She said silent praises as she stuck the bags in the back seat and started the car to head home.
She pulled into the driveway of their house to find Bridget already there. She suddenly became a little nervous. She had no idea how she was going to respond to Franky's arrival. Right as she opened the door to grab the groceries from the back seat, the clouds decided to pour out the rain.
"Ah, Shit!" she said and quickly loaded the bags on her arm while holding the bouquet of flowers in her other hand. She bumped the door with her hip to close it and made a mad dash towards the covered porch leading up to their front door.
This wasn't a little sprinkle of rain that collectively built, it fell down in sheets, pelting her with large drops of water like hell hath no fury.
Well shit, she mumbled under her breath. Right when she thought she was catching a break, psych! Hopefully this wasn't a bad omen for the dinner that was to come. She struggled to open the door, with bags weighing down one arm, and the flowers she sacrificed her body to keep dry for in the other hand. After several attempted tries to unlock the door, it finally swung opened and she nearly landed face first onto the entryway. She had been using the door to lean her weight against in order to give her enough leverage to open the door when all of a sudden, it gave.
"Ah! Fuck!" she said in a muffled voice, while laughter filled the room. She didn't hear the lock click to unlock before the door had swung open. She groaned internally. What. An. Idiot. With her detour to the store, Bridget had beat her home. She was so used to having to unlock the door since she was always first. She hadn't even thought to try to open the door first. At least the laughter erupting from the blonde was a good sign, even if it was at the fault of her utter humiliation.
Bridget must have heard her struggling and came to the door to the rescue. Once Franky had caught her footing and tried to compose herself, she looked up to see Bridget clutching her stomach, doubled over with laughter.
"Geez. Thanks, Gidge" she said in a droning voice trying to sound annoyed, but the laughs surrounding her were contagious.
"Well? Are you going to help me or just stand there and laugh?"
"You look like a drowned rat." She managed between her laughs.
"Oh, do I now?" Franky looked to Bridget with a smirk and lunged toward the blonde, shaking her head like a dog after a bath. The laughs turned to squeals, as Franky stepped into Bridget's personal bubble, arm still loaded up with bags and the flowers in hand.
"You look a little wet." Bridget beamed at her.
Franky stares intently at her "I feel a lot wet." and leaned in for a kiss, Bridget meeting her halfway.
It had really been one hell of a day, but after seeing, and kissing Bridget, she felt her nerves melt away. It was all going to be okay, even with the difficult discussion to come, she could breathe again, didn't have to worry anymore. Bridget had an uncanny ability to find a solution to anything.