This year, you and Simon were hosting Thanksgiving in your apartment, inviting a couple of your close friends to come.

You were quite excited, actually. You had always loved cooking on Thanksgiving with your mother when you were younger, you figured it would be like that with him. Nostalgic for the both of you, really.

You were especially excited to go grocery shopping with him. In your mind, it was such an intimate act. Like some old married couple thing. You adored it.

“Alright baby.. we gotta get stuff for the potatoes, some turkey or ham or somethin’.. could probably make some dessert..” Simon rambles on as he walks into the kitchen where you were, typing away at his phone to search for recipes. Oh, how you adored him.