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[donatellawritings]

Hey sweetie, i'm so happy for cherry's latest update, tysm is beautiful, i love Richie in this. If i could suggest writing about Richie and how he should behave on Valentine's Day... I feel in my bones that he would do anything to do the best of the best for his girl.

ahh tysm! i’m so glad that your enjoying the series

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richie would absolutely doing anything and everything in his power to make sure that you felt nothing, but love on valentine’s day. with the bear renovation proving to be a success, richie’s pockets were able to spread a bit more on this holiday. so, with help from natalie and sydney, richie was able to purchase the brightest bouquet of red long-stemmed roses, gourmet chocolates, and a dainty white-gold chain with a cross pendant, that perfectly mimicked his yellow-gold one.

he had been on the fence about buying you a ring, in all honesty, he felt as though he was a bit too old to buy you a promise ring, figuring that the next piece of jewelry that he would purchase would be n engagement ring, but that was for a later time.

putting his newly honed-in culinary skills to use, richie decided to make you a home-cooked meal, well-versed in the fact that he knew how much you preferred carefully planned and thought-out gestures, instead of superficial purchases and fancy dinners.

adjusting his rolled up sleeves, richie allowed the top three buttons of his black shirt to remain unbuttoned as he carefully set the table with your dinner of the evening: lobster ravioli with fresh bread (thanks to marcus) and two glasses of aged french wine.

richie carefully placed the bouquet of roses on the center of the dining table, chocolates resting in the fridge, while the jewelry box sat beside the vase. the sound of the front door opening, followed by the shrill of your voice brought a smile to the baby-blue eyed man’s lips.

“smells good in here, babe are you home?” you sang, your eyes widening in delight as you took in the sigh to your dinner table, “oh my god,” you whined sweetly.

richie stepped out from the kitchen, his arms opened as you turned to him with a sappy pout on your lips, “you did this for me,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he enclosed his arms around your waist, softly saying you side to side.

“y’deserve it, pretty girl, now eat before your food gets cold,” richie laughed, softly pulling away from you as his chest burned with pride at how amazed and teary-eyed you’d become.

you obeyed, blushing as richie followed you, pushing your seat in as you sat at the table, licking over your lips as you stared at the succulent pieces of ravioli that sat on your plate.

richie remained standing behind you, reaching over you to grab the jewelry box as you began to stick your fork into the stuffed pasta. richie couldn’t help but smirk cockily as you hummed in satisfaction.

“s’so good, babe,” you moaned.

“yeah?” he questioned, carefully placing the dainty chain over your chest, carefully moving your hair to one side as he clasped the lock on the chain, wordlessly making his way to his seat across from you.

a gasp left your lips as you lightly touched the cross pendant, your eyes welling with warm tears as you locked eyes with richie, “you got me a matching chain?” you whined, reaching your hand across the table, reaching for richie’s.

richie nodded, interlocking his fingers with yours, “anything for my pretty girl,” he rasped, pressing his soft lips to your knuckles, “happy valentine’s day, sweetheart.”