[Vision is many things, but Wanda would never dare accuse him of spontenaeity— which is why the note she finds stuck to the inside of the backdoor on her way upstairs from doing laundry strikes her as particularly odd. Her first instinct is to blame one of the boys, but neither of them is anywhere to found, and the handwriting is unmistakable.
'Meet me in the back garden. - V'
It doesn't seem fair to say that what she finds out back isn't what she had expected, because she honestly hadn't known what to expect, but finding her husband seated on the ground with a full picnic spread, along with two glasses and a bottle of wine, was most certainly not it.]
Vis?
[Her smile hitches to one side.]
What's all this? You don't even eat food.
[As he so often reminds her when she thinks to try and express her own affections through her particular brand of cooking— but even as she says so, there's an unmistakable note of affection in her voice, and her smile pulls wider. She's not about to turn down a date; they've become all-too-rare since they became parents.
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'Meet me in the back garden. - V'
It doesn't seem fair to say that what she finds out back isn't what she had expected, because she honestly hadn't known what to expect, but finding her husband seated on the ground with a full picnic spread, along with two glasses and a bottle of wine, was most certainly not it.]
Vis?
[Her smile hitches to one side.]
What's all this? You don't even eat food.
[As he so often reminds her when she thinks to try and express her own affections through her particular brand of cooking— but even as she says so, there's an unmistakable note of affection in her voice, and her smile pulls wider. She's not about to turn down a date; they've become all-too-rare since they became parents.
You know, three weeks ago.]