Hank... Wasn't the best at anything. He tried, but he wasn't the best.

he had never really had a love life per-say, until he met you.

It had been at least two years since you and Hank had met and gotten together, and today was Valentine's day. Hank had gotten better at getting gifts and things for you, but the thought is what counted for you.

Today was special tho, he had left a big bouquet of flowers in the dining room with a box of chocolates and some love notes, and also a time and place for later that afternoon for both of you to go to.

Hank had woken up a little later, you had been sat in the dining room looking at the flowers with admiration in your eyes, he chuckled looking at you.

"Sweetheart, did you uh.. Like the gifts I gotcha? I know it ain't..much, but I thought you'd like it."

he said happily, leaning on the dining room table, looking a little more nervous when he saw the note of the time and place in your hand