not today ;;

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 that her husband made all the effort to settle things up for both of them. Since they were unable to be in Sweden, he tried to bring Sweden for her through their cuisine which she is very thankful for. Despite a few things aren't exactly things she likes to consume. She's most fond of the Swedish dessert over their typical food. ❛ Meatballs are my favorite Swedish dish. I'm not too fond of seafood, in general. I eat a thing or two. ❜ The Swedish blonde does eat a few fish but it wasn't like her favorite thing to eat. Her grey-bluish hues welled up from tears, and she hated the texture of the Sushi. To be fair, they both were exhausted, figuring to parenting on their own for two newborns and her recovering her health. And Ryan trying to be strong in this whole process for both of them, or well four of them. She could not be more grateful that life put this man to make her whole and loved.

❛ I'm sure it is delicious. ❜ She swallowed but quickly to take the drink, to wash off in her mouth that awful taste of Sushi. The wine was delicious, and she hummed in true delight, this time was possible to be nice she wasn't faking to please him. ⏤ The cheese pie looked very gorgeous and after he served her she ate a piece of flavoring. God! It is delicious. ❛ Babe girl, this tastes so good. ❜ She winked at her man, having a delightful moment with him. She looked up to the sky noticing the moon was reddish.

 ───Ryan laughed a little, shook his head as he jested about Elias doing him dirty with the choice of sushi; in their defense, it did sound fancier than the meatballs. though an unfortunate choice of a dish, it was still a little worth it to see the look on her face, coming in straight contradiction to her words —but he really did appreciate her effort to at least try it because he had made it. “to someone who likes it, sure,” he laughed as he teased her, then pulled the dish away from her —thankfully, the rest of the dinner could go by without such incident, since he was certain she would like the cheese pie, given she loves Swedish cheeses, and also he knew she was a sweet tooth and preferred her home country’s desserts. either way, he was happy to do this for her; to both cheer her up and be able to spend some time with her, surprise her, take her on a little date; spoil her. the rest of their evening was pretty much planned out on its own after their dinner; for the red moon cast a lovely veil of glow over the dark waters and the dimly lit yacht, as well as the perfect background for her to use her telescope. and Ryan was content to just be in her presence, watch her as she got to do something she enjoyed —a subtle reminder that he wasn’t seeing her just as a wife and a mother, even though he believed he was doing a good job for her to already be aware of that; how supportive he is, and would be for anything she would want to do.

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 husband guides her to the chosen place to eat. And she watched him pulling the chair, and she was surprised with everything he prepared for them. She took a seat, adjusted herself in the chair, and looked up to the sky, it was a starry night. The Swedish blonde was enjoying the wind, which fortunately wasn't strong and the noise of the water crashed on the yacht it was a tad soft. She watched him getting inside, to get their night started. When the dishes were put in front of them, she put both of her hands in her face and chuckled at what he brought for their dinner. ❛ Oh my God! You made this? ❜ She felt it was a dumb question, however, she was stoked for the effort.

He finally sat to join their time together. ❛ I have to admit, I don't really like Sushi, but if you make it, then I'll taste it. ❜ As for the other appetizers, there was some she enjoyed it. The blonde started with the tarter tots which are her favorite, and it was good. ❛ That's good. ❜ No lie. Neva didn't have typical Swedish snacks, but she enjoyed the cheese from her country, hence she brought one to Cordelia when she went on a work trip. Back then she did not know the older woman.

───he gave her a look, smiling a little. “guilty,” he responded as he sat down. “but, to be fair, Elias helped a little over the phone.” of course, had to give credit it was its due. Google might have all the search results, but some stuff was confusing, as it also was picking out of a variety of suggestions that came up. “should have gone with the meatballs,” he laughed when she pointed out she doesn’t like sushi, but in truth, he was only teasing —he really didn’t mind her not eating if it wasn’t to her taste, and in fairness, he doesn’t ever recall her asking for sushi or them having it, but he was tired, despite appearances and he couldn’t trust his memory for most things these days. his blue eyes watched her as she tried the appetizers, and couldn’t help but laugh at the face she made when she tried the Swedish sushi. “babe,” he shook his head at her, squeezed her hand before reaching out to pull the dish away. “you don’t have to lie,” he pointed out, still smiling fondly at her; at least, he could tell she didn’t want to hurt his feelings and tried, though failed, to pretend she liked it. and though he appreciated how thoughtful she was, he really would take no offense —he had done it, too though, the times she would try to bake something or cook and it didn’t come out right and he just, couldn’t find it in him to dishearten her so pretend, with a bit more success than her at present, that it was good.

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 between his lips, with hers hovering on his, rubbing his broad shoulders, looking up at him, breathing his breath. The kiss was short and vivid, she wanted to see what he made ready for both of them to enjoy the beautiful night ahead. She heard on the news that a blood moon was upcoming and seeing it through a telescope would be so magical. Initially, she was planning on seeing it through their mansion, however, when his proposal came the idea also had to change from which location they could do stargazing. She held his hand when she did a little whirl as if she was showing her look for him. The pupils of her eyes were gradually dilating as her grey-bluish hues traveled on his features, and locked onto those delicious parts of his lips, which made her heart flutter.

She gave a long peck on his lips, before they got their date started, and pulled away from him, otherwise, she would never be capable of taking her hands off her man. ⏤ Neva held his hand and went to be right by his side, both of her hands rested on his broad shoulders while he was sailing with them to a spot he knew it was nice to stay for a little while. She was slightly nauseous with the bit of 'waves' from the estuary, but only when the yacht was in motion when he finally anchored, she know within a few minutes she would be back at normalcy. It is always like that to her when she is on a ship, but despite of 'seasickness' she always enjoys her adventures on the water.

───a smirk formed on his lips and he laughed a little at her comment; he enjoyed seeing her in a good mood, after what she had been through. the dimples adorning her cheeks, the glimmer in her grey-blue eyes; she was a sight to behold, so overly endearing. wholesome. “allow me,” he said as he guided her to the deck, and pulled out a chair at the table that was already set up for them so that they could have an unobstructed view of the night sky —her telescoped was secured on the inside, and he could bring it out for her when she wanted it.

once she was seated, he made his way inside to bring out the appetizers —all the recipes he had chosen to prepare were Swedish ones, so he did get some help on the phone from Elias, he wouldn’t deny it. especially because his time there had not been enough to become familiar with the cuisine, and his research was a tad confusing. there were rye crackers, and shrimp sauce her brother had instructed how to make —Chiara had been his testing subject for taste— and some Swedish sushi, tater tots with some herring fish, that, again, Chiara had to help out a bit on how to make. Elias had suggested a sandwich cake, and the only reason he didn’t think it was a good idea was because Neva ate so little in general, even after the birth of the twins; what would they do with a whole cake? he brought the dishes out, laid the selection on the table. he disappeared back inside, only to return a moment later, placed an adorned glass of glogg before her, another one for him. he took the seat across from her. “you don’t have to pretend to like any of it if you don’t,” he assured her, smiling at her —and he would take no offense, but he had thought it was a good idea anyway, he knew she missed her home country, she had wanted to be there for when the twins would arrive and in the end, nothing worked according to plan.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 extremely beautiful and so comfortable. She couldn't wait to use it with her beautiful husband and the parasites or throw a party in it with Honey. She was amazed by each part they saw together of the yacht and gave a peck or two on Ry's cheek every time they went to a different area on the yacht. ⏤ Once they finished the tour on Neva, she felt her man pulling her closer and she shut her eyes and kissed him deeply and passionately, sucking his tongue, now there wasn't any gap between them to be closer to each other, like the baby bump and her arms around his neck. Her lipstick gets a bit smudged by their heated kiss, she arches a brow and her pupils widen when he picks her up in a bridal style, cackling.

Heading toward Nevs, a wide smile remains on her delicate features, and she glances at his perfect blue eyes with hers grey-bluish. ❛ Oh God! I wonder what did you prepare for us. ❜ The smaller yacht is also incredibly beautiful just like the big one. She was excited to start their date. The last time was probably when they were marrying and she was very pregnant before the confinements in the hospital rooms for weeks and months.

───against his, very, better judgment, his arms slipped around her. tracing the curves of her body, groping her lovely behind, pulling her closer to him. “I like to keep you guessing,” he teased, words mostly spoken against her lips. and he does like to surprise her, that’s the truth. his lips found hers for a painfully short moment. and then, he pulled away a little —otherwise, he would find it impossible to keep his hands off her, and he really wanted to get their little date night started. a smile adorned his lips at her following words and he nodded, his hands finding hers. gave her a little twirl, and pulled her to him as she turned. “I will dance with you, yes,” he responded with another soft smile, cupping the side of her face in one hand, the other still holding hers in his. his thumb traced the sharp outline of her cheekbone and his blue eyes met her grey-blue ones; and fuck, how can this woman make him fall in love with her every time he lays eyes on her.

he pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. “let’s get her out there first,” tone playful as he spoke, squeezed her hand in his before going inside to start the yacht and drive it out, finding a good lookout spot for her to have a nice view of the stars. Truth is, he could have hired a captain for them, but then again he wanted it to be just her and him, for however short or long they would stay —and he had known how to steer one since a young age, well the smaller ones, at least. he put on some soft music in the background while they sailed out.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 on her lips, and their foreheads resting in each other, breathing his breath, as the tip of her nose brushes slightly his. He never failed to surprise her in a good way. Her eyes met his gaze lost in the immensity of blue that took her breath away. She strokes his cheek ever-so lovingly, appreciating the beauty he is inside out. ⏤ It is in moments like this she feels so bad at herself, mostly because she isn't as romantic as he is, and she isn't sure what she does for him is enough to make up the gestures she wishes she could do to please him. Not that she didn't give attention, Neva isn't as romantic as he is. He balances her lack of romanticism in certain things.

This is weird. Have to hear her name on the boat, but she knows from now on she will accustomed to it. She nodded when he said who is going to be their host, and she was very excited about their date already. She imagined this date would be a stroll in one of Delia's yacht and she was sure his grandmother wouldn't mind their presence. She kissed him back passionately, shoving her tongue inside of his mouth, flavoring the delicious taste of him, humming in delight, and biting his bottom lip, tugging it and pulling it before let it go.

❛ Perfect! Let's get it started. ❜ The Swedish blonde was surprised that he was carrying her, not that she didn't mind. Once her feet finally reached the ground, she adjusted her position. And she took off her shoes because it is terrible to walk around in a yacht in heels, she held his hand and went to meet each area, astonished at its size. She couldn't wait for a trip or a honeymoon in Neva.

───he holds her close, his touch a little tighter on her as she presses her forehead against his; the amount of love he harbors for this woman is boundless, there are no words that could ever effectively carry how much he actually feels for her. love is such a small word compared to the intensity and depth of his adoration towards her; he would worship the very ground she walks on. they are so different, yet so alike at the same time, she is like the little piece that makes the puzzle complete. cheesy, as it may be, he had never expected he was capable of loving someone like this; immensely, completely —selflessly. not at the moments when he teased her or lowkey flirted with her, he imagined that there was more behind the playfulness of it; too blinded by self-destruction to notice what she truly meant to him. the fact that she incorporated the feelings was so pleasantly unexpected.

his hands squeezed the back of her thighs as she deepened the kiss —if she kept kissing him like this, he didn’t think he could ever let her go. it is with some reluctance he eventually lets her go once they have reached the end of the pier, smiling when she agreed to tour the bigger yacht before carrying on with their date. he has seen it before, of course, had to make sure that everything was perfect for her —Ryan likes to put the effort into everything he does for her, even though Neva’s love language is different than his, he tries to find the balance ( doesn’t want to become overbearing with how romantic he can be for her; and at the same time he can’t help how he wants to make her feel special every second of the day if he can, from the smaller to grander things —seeing her happy is all he seeks to get in return ).