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You should have realized by now how hopeless your husband was, how hopelessly in love he was.
He'd often get the sudden urge to spoil you, kiss you all over, call you the sweetest names, and take a stroll with you off of the casita by your hand.
Today was one of those days where Bruno's emotions would finally seep out of him and be painted all over you today. You woken up next to him this morning, his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close and warm while his head rested on your stomach. You didn't want to wake him up, especially since he was so charming. Bruno, on the other hand, appeared to be wide awake, a kiss on your forehead, and he was out of bed.
He appeared ecstatic, his rats scattering across the floors in the same manner as he would - quickly and with a spring in their steps.
“Bruno, having a good day mi amor?”
He smiled at you as he turned to face you, and you had to stop yourself from running laps in front of him just by the way his face would lit up.
“With you? Always!”
He quickly replied, grabbing a brush and attempting to comb his hair. However, you stopped him.
"Didn't we say we needed to get your hair wet first?" Otherwise, it will puff up! And you'll get sweaty, then sick.-" Before you could finish your lecture, you noticed Bruno's complete adoration for you.
"Are you not paying attention?" With a smirk on your face, you approached him and wrapped your arms around him. “What am I going to do with you?” Bruno made a pensive motion. "Shower?" he asked, which made you blush and snort.
"And then brush my hair?" he continued, his enjoyment of your laughter growing.
“Maybe even dress me, I think I put my coat up to dry. I hope it didn't rain."
Your laughter would fade after a while, but you'd still be staring at him with such affection. Bruno became nervous as your gaze did not leave him. You began to brush his hair away from his face, saying, "Yeah, let's get ready for today together."
But it didn't end there. Bruno continued to splurge you with attention, but instead, Pepa became so irritated that he refused to leave your side to pick up the dishes. Julieta scolded him for grabbing too much food for the two of you, it was so much fun.
You decided to go out now that you had breakfast in hand, a basket full of sweet drinks and meals which were stolen from the others. But you didn't have to be aware of that fact.
The hills on Encanto were incredibly gorgeous. Of course, there was the forest, and it felt secure enough for Bruno to loosen. He was still nervous around other people and avoided the townspeople. Which was completely understandable.
“Is there a special occasion for you to treat me this well? Bruno, I hope you're not going to kill me here." He chuckled nervously as he spread out the blanket and placed the basket in the center of it. He didn't respond and threw himself on top of the cloth, laying there. Waiting for you.
You sat close to him, leaning into him. "It's nice out," you said, and he hummed. You both sat in silence, his heartbeat ringing in your ears. He was nervous.
"This is the part where I kill you," he quipped, and you felt a pair of hands poke at your side before you could register his words. Was he tickling you?
You busted out laughing, fighting for your own life, but he didn't stop. He had a big grin on his face. It was unusual to see Bruno's smile so wide.
He finally stopped, sitting on top of you, after your pleas for him to halt were heard.
“ I love you,” he said, leaving you at a loss for words. You knew he did; after all these years, you knew he still loved you. Hearing him say it, on the other hand, would leave you gasping for air whenever he decided to be verbal with his love. "Thank you for your patience," he said, sealing his words with a kiss. It was really cheesy and during it, you couldn’t help but smile.
After finally separating from each other, he heard your chuckle and raised his brow to question it. "Are you trying to fulfill your theatric fantasies with me here?" You drew him back in, his head resting on your chest. Bruno let out a weak laugh, offended by your remark, "Maybe, I don't know. Not really," he said with a smile, "Yeah," and he relaxed back into your arms.
When his stomach grumbled, you both decided it was time to finally eat, laying out the food before feasting on his sister's excellent cooking. "I should've married Julieta," you joked, but Bruno began to choke on his food and chug the sweet cranberry juice. "Oh, I'm kidding! Please, Bruno, come on," you said as you patted his back to clear his airway.
You laughed again when he was finally out of danger's way, he glared at you before saying, "And I should have married Augustin." That made him laugh as well, and you were relieved he didn't take it seriously - for a moment, you were worried he did.
"It's a good thing we ended up with each other, right?" You said this before kissing him on the lips.
Bruno smiled, his gaze drawn to the depths of the forest. “Sí.”
The silence between the two of you would soon be broken, however, when Bruno quickly stood up, grabbing you and saying, "OK! Let's dance; I haven't done so in years!"
You weren't one to argue, "We don't have any music!" you retorted, suddenly back on your feet. "Of course, mi amor!" You could hear a small clatter behind you. His rats were making music on the dishes you'd both used.
You couldn't stop laughing as Bruno spun you around the field while the rodents kept up their antics. He'd start humming to the clatter, trying to make up a beat that didn't exist: it was ridiculous. But he was lovely, his smile reaching his ears, and you couldn't help but smile back.
The music wouldn't stop playing until you tripped on your own feet, dragging the two of you down the field to roll. Even so, your smile would not waver.
The sun would begin to set behind the mountains, signaling for the two of you to return.
"Hey, Bruno," you said, drawing his attention back to you as he gathered the blanket and basket.
"How long did it take you to plan this?"
He tucked his hair and smiled nervously.
"Ten years," he says.