Seventy nine

She was a perfect sight for him to wake up to everyday, despite the crazy hair and awkward sleeping positions she impeccably takes every night.  He spent the past few moments just watching her seeping so comfortably, her arm embracing his shoulder. It was difficult to wake her, mostly since he didn’t want to disturb her peacefulness. But he really wanted to enjoy their weekend together.

“Baby” he whispered as he took her hand and turned to her. She muttered something in her sleep. “Wake up baby” She slowly opened her eyes to find him watching her. His arms were carefully encircling her waist.

She gave him the widest, most adorable smile while rubbing her eyes. “Can’t we just stay in bed oppa?”

“We should do something with the weekend now that we’re both working” he gave a soft kiss to her lips as he told her.

“It’s so cosy here” she told him while cuddling closer, enjoying the last moments in bed. “But you’re right oppa; shall we have breakfast in the garden?” she suggested. “I’ve wanted to finish that book for a while now”

She was referring to a book she found in the library. It was about botany and plants. He didn’t imagine she’d enjoy it much but she was engaged to the point that she borrowed it.

They prepared a light breakfast and took it outside. The early morning was wonderful to avoid the heat and insects alike. They relaxed on the chairs and she flipped through her book while he worked on a small quantity of papers.

She held the kettle and poured him some of the tea. He discovered that the only tea she enjoys was the berry flavoured one. Therefore, he was now enjoying a pink cup of tea. He had to admit he liked the refreshing taste. They smiled at a small bird on the tree. It was so peaceful that day.

The serenity was lost as she shoved the book in his face, telling him they should go to the plant nursery that day. Apparently, she read an article in her book about baby breath. She insisted on it for some reason.

“So can we oppa? Can we?” she asked in excitement.

“We’ll see about that baby” that was the phrase he learned to use whenever he didn’t want to have an argument with her. Most of the time, she’d reconsider or forget about it. She rested her head on his shoulder as she went back to her book.

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She didn’t forget about it. They were now in a gardening nursery. It took a lot of nagging to convince him, since he believed it would require too much caring.

“Would you look at that cutie” she cooed as she stared at a sapling. She got too enthusiastic around puppies and babies, apparently plants as well. She wandered ahead of him into the nursery. “Can we have a daisy?”

“No” he picked up his pace to wrap his arms around her sh