A collection of seasonal one shots based on different months of the year. I'm really feeling the love for this ship lately so I'm going to take advantage of that and squeeze out as much as I can about my two beloved idiots while the obsession lasts.

Reviews are, as always, most welcome, as is critique! I don't own Jimmy N/affiliated characters.

Recommended Listening: October by Broken Bells

She placed the clock gently on the mantle of the brick fireplace. She despised the ticking sound it made, but it had been an old family heirloom—the only one that had survived her mother's wrath.

Cindy chuckled to herself. Her younger years had been a blazing hellfire of unrequited love and familial struggles. Truth be told, she was unsure how she had made it through the misery of it all.

She sighed, glancing out the open door. A few dry leaves blew in and settled on the threshold of the doorway. The first year was supposed to be the hardest. Or at least, that's what Libby had told her. She scoffed. Sheen was one thing, but Neutron was another entirely. He could be sweet and caring, but he could also be oblivious and self-centered. It was difficult to imagine herself being as patient and acquiescing as Libby. These traits did not come easily to her—she supposed it was a result of the Vortex family's branding of these traits as weak. Giving in to Neutron still felt like a loss. Letting him peel back her layers pushed her into a deep area of vulnerability, one she wasn't quite sure she was equipped to deal with. It was simply too difficult to allow herself to be loved. The shadows of haunting thoughts crept across the walls, throwing themselves sidelong at her like ghosts. Inadequacy came slithering up her body, curling around her neck and knotting into a clench of fear at her throat.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps punctuated the hallway. Jimmy stood silently below the arch leading into the living room. He fixed his eyes on Cindy and her invisible demons. She stared back at him with wide eyes, her piercing green gaze melting his heart.

He walked towards her, leaving behind the plastic bags he'd been holding, and laid a hand across her shoulder. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I got everything we needed." He said quietly. She nodded, unable to find an acceptable response. She found herself wondering if he had brought the power of exorcism with him. Could he be her savior?

"Cindy?"

No response.

"Cindy?"

This time, he dipped his head to the crook of her neck, resting his lips on her collarbone. Within seconds, he was gently nipping at her ears, hands balanced on her bony hips.

"I love you." He looked up at her with a boyish smile plastered on her face. She felt the grip of Inadequacy loosen immediately. But what she really longed to ask, what she really longed to know— was she capable of being loved? And how?

She looked away from him, eyes landing on a box full of his things. Photo frames, wooden ducks, a compendium of his childhood work.

"Why did you marry me?" She found herself saying. A cold clutch of terror tugged at the edge of her voice. He looked taken aback.

"Cindy?"

"Answer the question, Neutron." Her voice quivered audibly, and a few tears rolled down her pale cheek.

Jimmy had been answering the question his whole life. He had put up with her insults, accepted her challenges, and understood her ancient sadness. He had seen her at her best and her worst, seen her at her lowest and her highest, and seen her shed blood and tears.

"Because you are enough. More than enough." She buried her head in his chest and tried her hardest to believe this.

Inadequacy shriveled up and with a gust of wind, found itself discarded on the sidewalk with the last crinkled remains of old acorns and rotten flower petals.