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“You know I’ve always thought that New Year’s resolutions are dumb. If you don’t have the willpower to achieve what you want any other day of the year, what makes you think that just because the calendar happens to hit a big round number, things will turn out different?” Helen groused as she put away the laundry.
Nikola hummed anxiously, then snatched his clean boxers out of her hands and began meticulously folding them KonMari style and putting them in ‘his’ drawer. “You know how I feel about numbers...” he muttered, trying to ignore Helen’s haphazard way of putting away her clothes. They were definitely going to wrinkle in his opinion, but after six months living together he’d finally learned to stop bringing it up. This however, he couldn’t let go. “It’s just that the year is...It doesn’t add up nicely, so I like to make resolutions.”
She sighed, balled up some practical white cotton panties and threw them in ‘her’ drawer. Nikola winced but bit his tongue and raised a brow expectantly at his best and oldest friend. “Uh...Well, I want to...eat more oatmeal.” The inventor scoffed, “You’re positively geriatric and boring with that one! Come on, try a little harder.” Helen smacked his arm, then poked him in his ribs just hard enough to make him yelp and growled balefully, “I resolve to break you of your damned sass!” He smiled so wide she thought she could see all his teeth and chortled, “You and what army? Alright, since you won’t take this seriously, I’ll have to be a role model…”
He took her hand gently in his own, gazed into her eyes, then said softly, “For 2024, I want to remember to say thank you for everything you do for me, every day. And I want to dance with you on every quiet rainy night.” Helen felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach for a moment as he leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his slender form, she sighed blissfully, “Oh, you...I guess that’s my New Year’s resolution too.” Then she kissed him back.