Chapter 47: Soap x Y/N
As the golden hues of autumn set in, the air turned crisp and the leaves fell like confetti, marking the approach of Thanksgiving. After years of bustling family gatherings filled with laughter, food, and the occasional chaos, Soap and Y/N found themselves facing a season of unexpected solitude. Their children, now young adults forging their own paths, had opted to spend this Thanksgiving with Y/N's mother, leaving the couple alone for the first time in decades.
At first, the idea of a quiet Thanksgiving felt daunting. Years of tradition loomed large in their minds—massive turkeys, mountains of stuffing, and side dishes that spanned the spectrum from tart cranberry sauce to heavenly sweet potato casserole. The thought of abandoning those cherished traditions felt almost wrong. But as they shared a cup of steaming coffee one rainy Sunday morning, Soap looked over at Y/N, his expression contemplative.
"What if we did something different this year?" he suggested, his Scottish accent thick with curiosity. "Just the two of us?"
Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"
Soap leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm not sure. Maybe we could cook a smaller dinner together? Something we wouldn't normally do when the kids are around. Just us. We could watch movies, play games… treat it like a mini-holiday."
Y/N chuckled softly, imagining a more intimate celebration. The thought sparked excitement in her heart. "That actually sounds really nice. No stress, just us."
As the days crept closer to Thanksgiving, they brainstormed their menu. They settled on a small roast chicken instead of a turkey—something that felt manageable. They would make mashed potatoes with rosemary, a fresh green salad, and a decadent chocolate tart for dessert.
On Thanksgiving morning, Y/N woke to the enticing scent of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Soap was already up, dressed in his favorite plaid pajamas, fully embracing the lazy morning vibe. He turned to her with a smile, the warmth in his eyes making her heart flutter.
"Happy Thanksgiving, love," he said, offering her a mug.
"Happy Thanksgiving, you," Y/N replied. She took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. The world outside was draped in a soft blanket of fog, creating a cocoon of serenity around their home.
After breakfast, they spent the morning experimenting together in the kitchen. With soft music playing in the background, they chopped, stirred, and tasted, their laughter filling the space like the aroma of roasting chicken. Soap playfully tossed bits of diced vegetables at Y/N, who retaliated with spoons of flour dusting his nose.
"Keep your ammo to yourself, soldier," she teased, laughing as he feigned a dramatic retreat.
Once the meal was prepared, they set the table with their finest plates—dusting off the good china that they had saved for just the right occasion. They lit candles, their flickering flames casting a warm glow in the cozy dining room, and poured themselves glasses of sparkling cider, toasting to an unusual yet beautiful Thanksgiving.
"Here's to us," Soap said, his gaze softening as he looked into Y/N's eyes. "And to all our years together."
"To us," Y/N echoed, her heart swelling with love as they clinked their glasses.
After dinner, they settled onto the couch, their plates cleared, leaning against each other like they did in their youth. The space around them felt free of expectations. As they watched holiday movies, Soap rested his hand on Y/N's knee, their fingers intertwined. Each moment felt precious, unburdened by the demands of the outside world.
As the night deepened, Y/N turned to Soap, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad we did this. It feels so… special."
"Me too," Soap replied, his thumb brushing along her wrist. "Sometimes, I think we forget how to just be us."
Wrapped in each other's warmth, they fell silent, letting the flickering light of the TV wash over them, hearts content in the simple joy of having each other.
Thanksgiving had transformed from a bustling family affair into a tender celebration of their love. And as Y/N rested her head on Soap's shoulder, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, grateful and together, in a moment that felt perfectly seasoned with love.
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