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"I think I'm in love," Rosa sighed as she sat down on the blanket, and Vyn hummed, looking up from his book.
"Hmm, Rosa? What do you mean?"
Rosa grinned at him before she scooted over to him, resting her head on his legs. Vyn had no complaints, setting down his book as his hands now opted to rake through her hair. It wasn't unruly in any way, but playing with her hair has somewhat become a habit he unknowingly developed.
It was a warm, sunny Sunday, and the both of them decided to enjoy a picnic together to celebrate the arrival of spring. Flowers bloomed above and beside their little world, and the breeze fanned their skin just enough to not be sweating excessively.
"I'm in love with this, Vyn," she replied, looking up to him as he stared at her from above. "Everything aligned for us today and today's picnic is so, so pretty. I'm in love with it."
The psychiatrist let out a laugh, finding Rosa adorable. Well, to be fair, she was always adorable in his eyes, however, this time she truly did feel extra... cute. The lawyer was enjoying her time in the park, walking from one flower to another, even skipping sometimes, and Vyn couldn't find a single action childish nor annoying. In his eyes, Rosa was having the time of her life at that moment, and the moments that she lets him see and experience with Vyn were the memories that he held on to the most.
"I'm truly happy that you're enjoying yourself, love. You needed the little getaway, and I'm glad that it looks like your stress is getting relieved," he said. Below him, the woman nodded, beaming at him.
"It is..." Rosa said. "I didn't think a small picnic would do such wonders, but now I don't even want to move away. I love this, Vyn."
Her voice was content, her body relaxed against him and her sigh felt so... freeing. Vyn hummed, his eyes crinkling as he grinned. Despite him not voicing his thought, he wholeheartedly agrees— he too, loved it. It was as if the world has planned to let them have rest, and indeed they did.
Picking up the strawberry sandwich he made from the plates, Vyn offered her a bite, which Rosa happily took. She squirmed in delight as the sweetness of the strawberries and cream touched her tongue, explosions of it enveloping her mouth. Vyn merely observed her, fond as the smile never left her face. It seemed that her happiness was more than enough to have his lips upward for the rest of the day.
"This is really so good, Vyn. You're so good. You're such a good chef. How are you so good at this?" Rosa groaned. With this, the man simply pats her head as she continued to eat lying down, replying to her. "Because I want to keep impressing you, my dearest Rose."
A blush crept up Rosa's cheeks as she playfully hit his thigh, earning a laugh from the man.
"Vyn!"
"What, my love? I was merely telling the truth," he said.
"Still!" She mumbled, hiding her face behind her hand. Vyn skillfully swats it away before he presses a gentle kiss on her nose, one that almost (just almost!) made her giggle on the spot. For a 25-year-old, she was embarrassingly so, so happy today.
"Hey Vyn," she called.
"Mhmm, yes love?"
"I love you."
He leans into her lying figure, before whispering to her, "I love you too, my beloved rose. Every season, every year, and every moment that I breathe, I will love you." He kissed her gently, feather-light that she's afraid that she might be dreaming. But when she felt his hand reach for hers, and put right on his chest— she felt his heart beat, the same pace as her own, she knew it was all real. All hers.
Pulling away, a quiet laugh echoed in the air as they share the moment amongst themselves. They stayed together in a comfortable silence as Rosa continued to eat the sandwiches, and Vyn looked occasionally at her when he stopped reading his book. And for a while, they let the clouds pass by, waiting for the first blooming of the flowers of the tree right above them.
"Vyn! Look! The bud opened!" Rosa exclaimed, and she quickly stood up, reaching out her hand for Vyn to take. "Come on, Vyn! Let's see it together!"
Vyn gave her a content smile, before he took her hand and pressed his lips against her knuckles and stood up. Gently squeezing her hand in his, he let her take the lead, and they walk in comfort, in serenity— found in each other's presence.