Price and Y/N sat in their cozy living room, the soft glow of the fireplace crackling gently as the flames flickered lazily. Outside, the world was cloaked in a soft blanket of white, a fresh layer of snow that had fallen overnight, glistening like diamonds in the morning light. This year, Thanksgiving would be different. Their kids, now teenagers, had opted to spend the holiday at Price's mother's house, a tradition they had begun as children. Price and Y/N had always hosted the holiday, but this year, they felt a strange sense of liberation at the thought of a more private celebration.
"Can you believe it? A whole week just for us," Y/N exclaimed, a smile spreading across their face. They were excited but also a tad anxious about what a quiet Thanksgiving would mean for them. It had been a long time since they had spent such an extended period alone together.
"I know! We can finally indulge in those things we never get to do," Price responded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "How about we kick it off by visiting that little diner we love? The one with the all-day breakfast?"
Y/N laughed. "Perfect! Pancakes and bacon instead of turkey and stuffing. It's like a Thanksgiving miracle!"
They bundled up and stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath their boots, a cool breeze kissing their cheeks. The weather was a stark contrast to the warmth of their home, but together, they found comfort in each other. The diner was a mere stroll away, and as they walked, they reminisced about their early days as a couple, the laughter, the trials, and the love that had only grown over the years.
The diner was a scene from a movie, with its retro décor, checkered tiles, and the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. A waitress greeted them, her smile infectious, and they quickly settled into their favorite booth by the window. Price ordered a massive stack of pancakes, while Y/N opted for the eggs benedict.
As they devoured their breakfast, the conversation flowed easily, just like it always had. They talked about their kids, their hopes for the future, and the little things that made them laugh. It felt refreshing, this little escape, as if they were dating all over again.
After breakfast, they spent the day wandering through the nearby park, talking and assembling a whimsical snowman. It was a childlike joy that filled them, one they had long forgotten in the busyness of life, work, and raising children. They took pictures, silly selfies with their snowman, each click immortalizing a shot of their love, their shared laughter echoing in the crisp air.
As night fell, they returned home to prepare an intimate Thanksgiving dinner together. They foraged through the fridge, finding ingredients that would have been lost to time: a few sweet potatoes, a half-finished jar of cranberry sauce, and a single chicken. Y/N looked at Price with an idea, a familiar spark behind their eyes. "How about a feast, just in a more… unconventional style?"
With playful banter, they whipped up a savory sweet potato mash, roast chicken glazed with a maple syrup-based sauce, and a makeshift salad. They set the table for two, lighting candles that flickered warmly, casting shadows that danced around the room.
Once everything was plated, they sat down together, clinking their glasses filled with sparkling cider. "To us," Price said, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "To love, laughter, and everything that got us here."
Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of affection that brought them back to those initial stages of their relationship, filled with late-night talks and dreams of the future. "And to many more Thanksgivings like this."
As they shared their meal, they recounted their favorite memories of past Thanksgivings spent with the kids—the chaotic family dinners, the laughter echoing off the walls, the burnt pies, and the too-quick games of charades. They realized that this year, though different, was also special in its own right. It was a celebration of their togetherness, a reminder that their love could be just as festive as any loud family gathering.
After dinner, they cozied up on the couch, wrapped in blankets, watching classic holiday movies. They shared popcorn and hot cocoa, and when they finally drifted to sleep, it was in the comfortable silence of two people who had found joy in simply being.
As Price and Y/N looked forward to the future, they realized that each Thanksgiving could take a different shape. Sometimes it would be loud and bustling, and other times soft and intimate. But through it all, their love remained the cornerstone—the one constant in the beautiful journey of life together.