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The late morning sun shone brightly over the plains. A variety of different wildflowers swayed in the gentle breeze. Scott and Jimmy made their way through the field, fingers interlaced as they gazed around at the scenery. Smiling, Scott paused to pick a tulip, twirling it between his fingers for a moment before handing it to Jimmy.
“For you, my love,” he said.
“Aww!” Jimmy accepted the flower, giving Scott a large grin. “That’s sweet.”
Jimmy pecked Scott’s lips in return before his gaze trailed to a hill nearby. “Let’s go up there! We’ll be able to see even farther.”
“Alright!” Scott hardly had time to finish before Jimmy was pulling him over to the hill. Giggling, Jimmy released Scott’s hand to push himself up, wanting to be the first to the top. With a competitive grin, Scott quickly followed him upwards. Jimmy stumbled over a small rock, allowing Scott to pass him.
“Hey!” he cried indignantly. “No fair!”
“What?” Scott snickered as he pulled himself onto the top of the hill. “You fell on your own accord. I had nothing to do with it, and therefore it’s fair.”
“Alright, alright,” Jimmy huffed, stepping up next to Scott. “You win.”
His annoyed look only lasted a few more moments before a smile spread across it instead. “That was fun! We should race more often.”
“We should,” Scott agreed, then added mischievously, “if you don’t mind losing constantly.”
“I only fell behind because I tripped,” Jimmy protested. “I would’ve won if I kept going.”
“That is true,” Scott agreed.
A comfortable silence fell between them as they looked beyond the hill. Though it seemed like just a hill from the side they’d come up, it was actually quite tall. The ground fell away in a cliff ahead of them, and beyond that, they could see several settlements like the Crastle and the village. Even Renchanting, though it was farther away. Jimmy took a few steps forward to see more clearly. Scott didn’t say anything but remained where he was, preferring to stay away from the cliff edge.
“I can see so far!” Jimmy said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Calm down, Jimmy, it’s only a hill,” Scott chided, though his tone was warm.
“It’s a big hill,” Jimmy corrected, gazing down at the cliff face below. “One that ends in a-”
As he looked down, Jimmy lost his balance. His foot slipped, plunging into air. Yelping, he twisted around and grabbed at the grass, trying to find something to hold on to.
“Jimmy!” Scott yelled, his eyes wide in panic. He lunged forward and grabbed his husband’s arms, struggling to pull him back to safety. Jimmy’s foot found somewhere to land on the cliff and he pushed off, allowing Scott to pull him up. Once he was safe, Jimmy collapsed on the grass, panting. Scott kneeled next to him and began checking him over.
“Are you okay? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” he asked anxiously.
“No, I’m fi-”
“There’s a cut on your leg!” Scott interrupted.
“Wait, really?” Jimmy asked curiously, sitting up so he could see. Indeed, there was a cut on his leg, but it was nothing big. “Oh, that? It’s fine.”
“It is not fine!” Scott replied protectively. “You’re hurt!”
“It’s hardly more than a scratch, Scott. Besides, I don’t even feel it,” Jimmy insisted.
“Hardly more than a scratch or not, I want to fix it up. But first-” Scott stood up, wrapping his arms around Jimmy and lifting him up as he did so. “-we have to get down this hill. It’s making me nervous.”
“Scott, put me down!” Jimmy protested. “I can walk!”
“I’m not taking any chances,” Scott replied firmly.
Jimmy huffed and rolled his eyes at the reply, but relaxed in Scott’s arms nonetheless. Scott carried him down the hill and set him down once they were back in the field below. Then, he pulled out a small first aid kit, to which Jimmy raised an eyebrow.
“Do you just carry that around everywhere?”
Scott glanced at Jimmy briefly as he opened it up to find a bandage. “Yes. Knowing you, you could get hurt at any time, and I want to be ready.”
Jimmy snorted but smiled softly. “Well, I appreciate it.”
Scott returned the smile. In a few minutes, there was a bandage over the wound, and Jimmy was finally allowed to stand up. “What now?” he asked, watching Scott put his first aid kit away.
Eyeing a patch of shade surrounded by wildflowers, Scott hummed in thought. “Grian showed us how to make flower crowns…”
Jimmy’s eyes lit up. “Ooh!”
The husbands spent several more hours in the field. Soon, both had flower crowns and even flower bracelets made by the other. As the sun began to sink, they started to make their way home, stopping halfway to watch the sunset. They kissed as the last bits of pink began to fade, then, hand in hand, they continued to their hobbit-hole, welcomed by its warm, homely glow.