I hadn't been thinking about Valentine's Day much. Sure, the thought floated across my mind once or twice during the day, but that was it. Nothing serious. Nothing worth stressing over.
At least, not until afternoon came and we sat down to watch a movie.
We weren't even planning anything specific—we'd eaten, cleaned up, and Celestia suggested we "be lazy" for a bit. Which, in her language, meant stealing one of my blankets, wrapping herself up like some smug burrito, and curling against me as if the couch had been built for exactly this.
I didn't complain. I never did. Not when she stretched out and pillowed her head on my shoulder like it belonged there, not when her hair tickled my jaw, not when she sighed like the whole world finally made sense because she had me pinned here doing absolutely nothing.
