You turn slightly, glancing over your shoulder at the two men who are now both staring at you adoringly--more appreciation for your beauty in their eyes than the grove of trees behind you.

"Definitely, thank you both." You flash them a bright smile, so grateful for their time, their attention, the way they continue to spoil you. 

A luxurious picnic is spread out between you, tonnes of locally sourced baked goods and sandwiches that Nik acquired whilst you lounged in bed with John that morning.

"Anything for our girl." Nikolai chimes in, voice low but saccharine. Now that you're turned slightly, he takes the opportunity to try and peek around you. "What are you working on?" 

"Nothing!" You giggle, turning back to hide any hint of your activity. Were the men to catch on too soon, you know you'd be subject to their protests, and you'd rather craft in peace "I'm almost done, go back to your books!" 

You hear a huff from John, who you know is equally curious, but he doesn't push the subject.

"Fine, malyshka, keep your secrets. For now." Nik chuckles good naturedly and does as you ask, turning his attention away from you.

You glance back again, attention now caught by the cheeky smile and the little black hip flask in Nikolai's hand.

"Nik?" You gasp, scandalised by the appearance of what is undoubtedly hard liquor hidden away. "Is that--" 

John sighs heavily, his eyes flickering from over his book to Nik. "Don't get him started, love." The words are laced with the weight of a previous conversation shared between the men, though you know John's exasperation is only surface level.

"It's 2pm, on a Friday, at a cherry blossom orchard!" You're only a fraction as scandalised as you pretend to be—after all such a drink doesn't touch the big man like it does you, but the impropriety of it all amuses you. 

His chuckle returns with a shrug. "For allergies."

"That's what antihistamines are for." Both you and John speak at the same time but with differing levels of disdain.

"No need, I have vodka." He says with a nod, tilting the flask your way in fake cheers before he takes a swig of the liquid and swallows it easily like it's water. 

You shake your head with a smile and turn your attention back to the daisies in your lap. A daisy chain crown already adorns your head, the creation drawing appreciative looks from your lovers, but you won't settle until the three of you are matching. 

It's been a long time since you crafted such a crown, but you got the hang of it again quickly, poking precise holes in the stems of the pink-white blooms and threading them together. 

With one last daisy, the chain is complete, and you finally turn to face the men properly.

"Okay, done!" You beam, with one crown hanging from each raised hand. "For you both."

You hope your enthusiasm will be infectious, but John's eyes narrow quickly.

"No way, love." He scoffs with a raised brow, which earns him a nudge from the Russian.

"See? stuck in your own ways too, old man." Nik throws down his book and leans over, gesturing for the crown with an eager, wide smile. "I would love a little daisy crown please, kotenok." 

"Yay!" You squeal, excited one of your men is open to your silly girlishness. "Wait." You're about to crawl to crown your daisy king when you pause and scramble for your bag. 

You'd packed the aforementioned antihistamines yourself this morning, after your last trip into nature had left Nik puffy eyed and grumpy. Now you hold out the crown and the tablets. 

"Both or neither." You whisper, eyes narrowing and lips pouting as fiercely as you can manage. 

You know Nik isn't scared of his kitten's claws, as his lips curl into a smirk and he acquiesces, reaching out to take his medicine and dipping his head for his coronation. "You drive a hard bargain."

"And you look wonderful." Your heart bursts with joy as you settle the daisies atop Nik's slicked back hair and appreciate the sight of your bear of a man with his silly little flower crown. "Very handsome, still such a masculine papochka." 

Your words are cooed, sickly sweet and honeyed in the way you know Nik adores. You hold his cheeks as you press a kiss to his lips and giggle in glee.

It's then John's growl cuts through your sweet moment. 

You turn, slowly and carefully, as does your teddy bear, facing down the grizzly beside you. You know John doesn't begrudge you and Nik your sweet moments, would never live in a world where the two of you weren't entwined. But you know that look in his eyes, can tell by the way his baby blues have turned stormy that jealousy is rearing its head--not because he wishes to tear you apart, but only because he wishes to be right there alongside you both.

"Give me the bloody crown."  He grunts, holding out his hand in defeat and his stern expression wavering--such grumpiness doesn't last longer than a second as you launch yourself into his arms, scrambling for the other crown to nestle into his brown tufts. 

He melts under your touch, wrinkles smoothing out and shoulders dropping under his sweet girl's touch, the way you fuss over him too and give him what he wanted, what he needed. 

He wasn't a fan of wearing flowers in his hair, but for you he'd do anything, and the reward was having his soft baby swooning over him. 

"My perfect daddy." you whisper, as you steal a kiss from him too. "I knew you'd come around." 

"Can't say no to our girl." He admits, voice soft. 

With that sentiment in your head, you pull away as a delightful idea pops into your head. "One more thing!"