Her hands reached up and rested on the side of his neck as she looked up at him. "Hm. Well, I suppose we could stay in here all day and sleep, but then Emma would start making homemade medicines and I'm fairly certain you don't want that." She kissed underneath his jaw gently, her fingers tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear.
"No, no. I was looking forward to the lake," he said, looking down at her with tired yet affectionate eyes. "And you're right, I definitely do not want to see any homemade medicine."
"Mm," she murmured, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I guess it's settled then. We'll both get up." She pulled away from him and sat up, rolling her head in circles and trying to rub an ache out of the back of her neck with her fingertips. "Do you know how to swim, by the way?"
"Yeah. Although, swimming is one of the sports that I did not partake in, so I'm not the best at it. I'm certainly not bad, though," he said, a bit more awake. He got up, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Good," Poppy said, nodding. "I'll ask Ed or George if they have an extra pair of swimming trunks you can borrow." She stood up and walked over to the window, peering out thoughtfully at the woods that surrounded them. "If I remember correctly," she murmured, "the lake is maybe 10 minutes away. Not far." She turned back to look at him, her gaze skimming his sleepy state, and she felt her heart swell with affection. She walked back over to him, as kissed the top of his head. "I'm really glad you're here, you know."
He looked up at her, his hair still messy from sleep. "I actually brought some swimming trunks. Ever since you threatened to put me in leg warmers at my funeral, I've been very picky with clothes."
"You're breaking my heart," she said sarcastically. She pulled her bag into her lap, and began to root through it for her clothing. "I've never been so insulted."
(don't fight wolves you'll die) He stood up, placing his hands on his hips. "You brought that upon yourself."
(I WOULD BE FINE.) "For your information," she said, squinting up at him. "I have great fashion taste."
(Moose are not the same as wolves!) "Apparently not," he said, looking through his bag for the right clothes. "Wouldn't you want me to look nice at my funeral?"
(LISTEN HERE. A moose is way scarier than a wolf.) She frowned and pulled out her clothing for the day. "Don't talk about that," she said. "It's too sad." She went to the corner of the room and waved a hand at him. "Turn around."
She frowned at his back and quickly changed. When she finished, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, kissing the side of his head. "Alright," she said. "I'm done."
He instinctively reached up, his hand brushing her cheek. "Okay. I'm going to change real quick as well."
"Go for it," she said, pulling away from him and turning back to the window. "You can try the bathroom if you'd like, but I'm pretty sure they're giving Bee a bath in there before we head to the lake. There's also one downstairs adjacent to the kitchen."
He tucked a lock behind her ear, then kissed her cheek. "Alright, I'll go downstairs. Thanks. Love you," he said, as he left the room with his clothes, closing the door behind him.
"Love you," she replied quietly as he left, and when the door closed, she stood for a moment, watching the door. She crossed her arms over her chest and thought for a moment until she was unable to stop a grin from spreading across her face. Shaking her head, she laughed at herself and left the room, closing the door behind her. The kitchen was filled with delicious smells and happy chatter. Kellen was cooking pancakes, and Emma sat at the table, enthusiastically telling Ed about a new paint brush that she had bought. "But Jesus," she said, shaking her head. "Those things are expensive."
