He looked around, his head tilted curiously. "Can I know yet?" *** "I wasn't planning on it, but I might find something." *** She grinned, taking a seat. *** "Perfect."
She squinted at him. “No. Of course not.” *** He went into the kitchen, humming slightly. *** “I do have to go get the stuff for him, though.”
She squinted at him. “No. Of course not.” *** He went into the kitchen, humming slightly. *** “I do have to go get the stuff for him, though.”
He pursed his lips. "Soon?" *** She smiled, resting her head on her hand as she waited. *** "Alright. I'll be here watching him."
“Like, in ten seconds,” she grumbled, approaching an old brick wall. She took a deep breath before pulling him around to the other side. The city skyline was contained on the other side, a large mural covering the brick. It was dominated by the sunset, with oranges and yellows and pinks and blues that swirled around puffy white clouds. The light was centered around a figure on the rooftop, however; a small campfire and a boy with a straw hat. The boy had been drawn with excruciating detail, leaning on his arms to look over at them. He wasn’t smiling, per se, but his face held warmth and love that felt genuine and true. *** “I want to find you something,” Lucy decided. *** He came back with two plates. She would be able to tell that he was in a playful mood, kissing the top of her head as he walked by. “Here, we have a pumpkin tortellini,” he said elegantly, a boyish grin on his face “with a ricotta and pistachio sauce, with a side of sautéed vegetables and scalloped potatoes. We also have our finest red wine tonight, and for dessert we have a chocolate lava cake, a recipe our dashing cook recovered and attempted. Bon appétit.” *** He ruffled her hair before heading back towards his house.
His eyes widened as he stared, taking in every detail carefully. He was quiet before turning to her and picking her up playfully, hugging her. "Ash! This is so beautful!" *** He looked over at her with a grin. "I'll look for something." *** She was watching, admiration in her eyes. "This is so thoughtful, Emerson! Thank you for doing all this." *** She watched him go with a smile before looking down at Moose, petting him happily.
She laughed, the surprise forcing it out of her as she kissed him. "I'm glad you think so!" * * * "But I gotta make you something," she mused with a small frown. "You made me that clock." * * * "Mm," he said, pouring her a glass of wine. "You have no idea how many cookbooks I went through." * * * Moose was panting, looking up at her with bright brown eyes, his tongue lolling over his white baby teeth. He started looking around the house, pausing once to do a tiny pee by the doorframe.
He kissed her back, brushing her hair back. "I really love it. Thank you for making it." *** "You don't have to make me anything," he told her. "That clock was a gift." *** "Thank you, though. I mean it." She grinned. "I love you." *** She squinted before grabbing something and going to clean it up.
She watched him, her eyes warm with love. "It was always such a thing," she said quietly, cupping his jaw in her hands. "I'd be running, and I'd see you in the distance, and it'd just... it'd just be lovely." * * * "But I want to. You're worth it." * * * "I love you too," he replied smoothly. "Even though you are the cause of the number-one cookbook shortage." * * * He came over to her, tripping over his own paws before licking her cheek, his breath vaguely meaty.
He took her hands in his, holding them. "You'd see me? Aisling.. You're so lovely." *** He squeezed her hand. "You're free to. I'd love to see what you'd come up with." *** She laughed slightly. "It's worth it!" *** She gave him a few pats, standing up after cleaning the mess.
She flushed, looking up at him thoughtfully. "I'm sorry I've been distant." * * * "The pressure's on, now," she replied with a small grin. * * * "I'm glad you think so. You should eat." * * * He barked, looking up at her, his entire body wiggling with excitement.
He sighed. "It's okay. Is this what you've been working on that kept you?" *** He laughed. "Sorry.." *** She nodded, picking up her fork and eating. After a moment she spoke. "This is really good!" *** She grinned, opening the door. "C'mon.. Let's go outside and wait for your dad."
She nodded slowly, looking over at it. "Yeah. I'd get back at night and my paints would be in my bag, so I wouldn't be able to show you." * * * "Nah, babe. I work well under pressure." * * * "I'm glad," he said with a small grin. "The little buggers took forever to make." * * * He followed her, panting with excitement. He rolled onto his back, looking up at her.
He kissed her cheek. "I love you." *** "I see.. I don't want to put pressure on you, though." *** "You did good." *** She grinned, kneeling down to pet him.
She kissed him again, her arms around his neck. "I love you too." * * * "You generally do," she said with a smirk. "You put all kinds of pressure on me." * * * "Thank you, my love. I'm glad. How's the watermelon sprout?" * * * He tried to chew on her hand.
He grinned, kissing her cheek. "This is my new favorite spot, I think." *** He tilted his head. "I do?" *** She looked up with a smile. "It's good. We might have watermelons by late spring." *** She tapped his nose.
“Oh, yeah?” she replied brightly, looking excited. “That’s good to know.” *** “Mmhm,” she replied lightly. “All the time. I like it.” *** “That soon? You’re a genius.” *** He snarled playfully. Ellis approached, holding a bed and a bag of food and toys. “This is most of it.”
He grinned. "I really like it." *** "Hm.. How do I do that?" *** "Well.. If it's anything like the other crops. Plus it's in a greenhouse. I've haven't grown much watermelon." *** She stood up, going to help and take some stuff from him, kissing his cheek. "You're the best."
“I’m really glad,” she said, kissing the corner of his mouth. “It certainly took long enough.” *** She eyed him for a moment before replying smoothly. “Physically.” *** “Still, I maintain that you’re a genius.” *** “Mm. How have you and Moose been managing?”
He pulled her close. "I didn't know you painted." *** He pursed his lips as he thought about it before flushing. "..Oh?" *** She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're the smart one of this duo." *** "Oh, just fine. He peed but I cleaned it."
