He’d have his cheek smushed against you as he quietly explains his plans for the day, he’d go fishing maybe, get some more firewood so you can read cosily by your fireplace

You’d read to him sometimes, on the swing in the cabins porch, his head on your lap as you say those calming words, one hand holding the paper the other in his hair as his eyes are closed but his ears are open

He’d help you hand wash the laundry, chase you around with the soapy buckets

You’d tried to help him with the firewood one time, him letting you use his axe which resulted with it in the tree behind you, he pecks you on the lips laughing and stays close to your face ‘i think i’ll just handle the wood’ grinning like a little boy

You guys would have a small farm and you’d both get so hyped about good sized vegetables that grew or collect the weird looking ones with small babies or something

You’d cook meals together but he’d never really knows what to do so he sits on the counters and just complies when you shove big spoons with sauce or soup in it and tells you what more it needs, he quietly watches you hum as you flow across the kitchen and he thinks to himself that he’d never need more from this world than you.

Sometimes he’s be exercising outside and you’d sit on your porch stairs, ogling shamelessly at his shirtless sweating body and catcalling him

“Wooooo are you single mister?” “Now what is a fine man like you doing out here?” “wanna come inside my cabin? I dont bite” “but i might just bite if u continue looking like that”

He laughs to himself secretly enjoying how you whistle at him, sometimes he’d have you sit on his back as he does push ups or have you hold his legs down as he does sit ups while you just talk your head off to him