Cavity - HSMTMTS Imagines - Hiatus

4. Rainbow Hanukkah - RJ

Trigger Warning: Miscarriage, Depression, Brief Talks of Faith, Snakes (Adorable one, though)

Thank you to kathylo42 for bouncing this idea with me:) enjoy.

AU: Mpreg, Ricky is Jewish, EJ is an RN, Todd, and Lynne aren't assholes

AN: Hello, let me preface this story by telling you that I know nothing about Jewish Holidays or Culture... the most culture growing up Southern Baptist had was screaming the fear of god in your face from age 3. I don't mean to be offensive or uneducated. I thought it would be very adorable if Ricky wanted to celebrate his heritage. If you are Jewish and find something I wrote grossly mistaken, please tell me, and I will correct it immediately!
P.S. I have this headcanon that Joshua Bassett is Jewish for some reason. His last name also originated in France, so I am making Ricky's Maternal Grandmother (Bubbe) and Grandfather (Zayde) Jewish and his Maternal Grandmother (Mère) and Grandfather (Père) French.

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Ricky: 20
EJ: 22

Mike Mazzara-Bowen: 42
Ben Mazzara-Bowen: 34
Alphonse 'Alphie' Mazzara-Bowen: 2

Lynne Spencer: 43
Todd Spencer: 40

Cash Caswell: 43

Bubbe Amelia Bowen: 74,
Zayde Jude Bowen: Passed Away When Ricky was 8.

Mère Sabeen Laurent: 70,
Père Jarett Laurent: 64,

Dr. Abrams: 44,

Pets

Mr. Cuddles: 18, Flame Point Siamese
Blueberry: 4 Years, Blue Russian
Thaddeus: 3 Years, Fat Blonde Tabby
Ms. Hat: 3 Years Black Cat with a White Marking That Takes Up Her Upper Face Like a Hat.
Connard: 3 weeks, Gray Tabby
Athena: 6-Year-Old White Floofy Blind Cat.

Ramona: 4 months, Hog-nose Snake

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November 28th, 2022
3:02 PM

"Ricky!" EJ rushed into the house, smiling from ear to ear. He had a little surprise in the pocket of his scrubs.

"In the kitchen!" Ricky called from the second floor. EJ giggled and ran up the stairs meeting his fiancé in the doorway.

"Hey... what's wrong, babe?" EJ cupped Ricky's sweet puffy face. He looked like he had been crying.

"Ms. Hat dove into my casserole and rolled around in it, and Thaddeus broke my great Zayde's coffee mug." Ricky covered his face and started crying again, "I was trying to surprise you with a Bowen Family recipe, Brussels Sprout Casserole, and I made my Dad's Horchata," he shuffled as EJ hugged him. EJ knew why Mr. Hat did it, Brussels Sprouts made the kitchen smell like farts, and she loves smelly things. "I ran out of allergy pills," he wiped his face, "I am fine. I don't feel good because of your stupid cats,"

"Hey... our stupid cats," EJ corrected him, and Ricky looked down at his feet, unable to tell EJ that he hated them. "Okay... let's talk this out. Thank you so much for the casserole; I'm sure it would have fucked my taste buds right in the ass," EJ joked, making Ricky giggle at the crude language. "I am sorry about your Zayde's mug... maybe we can get Maddox to make it into an art piece... like a mosaic or something?"

"Yeah... That is better than throwing it away. Ricky hugged his fiancé again, "Why is your pocket squishy?"