@powerof3in1ā
Ā Ā ā Alrighā, you know the deal. One more each and then bed, the lot of you. ā That includes you too, boy, not just your sisters. Two were complacent in their sugar fueled exhaustion, ready to crash hard into dessert comas..their son of course fought the sleepy haze like a warrior, determined not to miss a moment of family night action. Braving their ways through one last over-sized bite of mumās berry crumble, Cowboy at their feet licking any and every crumb he could possibly manage from their decks stained floor. Then there were grumbles, tiny pleas of detest as they nestled further into their blankets, gently drifting off in the porchās soft rope lighting. But theyād talked about this earlier. They knew the plan for tonight, even helped him set the backyard up just right for a night of deserved relaxation for their mother. So the lion lifted their two young lionesses with caution, Prue carrying their son, and together managed to lay their three cubs to rest..easier than usual, post-breakfast bribery.Ā āAnd...theyāre out,ā he whispered, leading his wife by the hand to (as silently as possible) ease the last childās door near closed, leaning in a bit closer to his witch once her back brushed hall wall.Ā āhoney,ā he continued, slyly grazing newly trimmed beard along her upper jaw just that way that she liked, to keep his voice down, of course.Ā ā I have something for you. Meet me outside in..say, ten minutes?ā A small sweep of smooth knuckles with the tip of his thumb, then. Lifting his wifeās hand to leave a cordial kiss just atop the second set before setting back for their yard.
Ā Ten minutes was all that he needed, if that. All day he and the kids spent arranging the yard just so, hidden well enough that Prue wouldnāt notice any immediate change but easy enough to uncover in just momentās notice. Without hesitation Danny switched on their newest source of ambiance; garden lights leading up to the benched garden area that she liked to come settle in during the day, hanging rope lights sifted through trees extra carefully as not to be cause for concern. A small speaker connected to his phone was pre-set to a playlist of..mostly acoustics that heād coordinated himself earlier in the day, specific songs he knew only Prue would follow reference to, just waiting to hit play. Heād lit a small fire for the two of them to keep any flying critters off, two glasses set aside for whatever Prue may choose to divulge in at this hour. Their home was plenty full in terms of wine, sparkling water, juices, coffee, what have you. This late at night, Prue could choose as she wished, even if all she wanted was a Perrier. Still heād arranged a small platter of fruit and vegan marshmallows that they could roast at liege, the atmosphere just right for his wife to just relax and unwind. It neednāt be too fancy, Prue didnāt always want exquisite, more-so comfortable but beautiful. Just the way theyād always loved it.
Ā Lastly, heād shed the tee-shirt that heād been wearing for hours upon hours. Playing with the kids, the dog, it would throw off the peaceful energy he was trying to cast. He could have used magic to set a scene, and sometimes he did, but other times he liked to just create for her with how own hands instead. His..and tiny helping ones, too. Replacing garment with a fresh black Henley, one that he knew his wife liked, he simply stood in the middle of two lit trees and waited for her to step back outside for their date to begin.Ā ā -- hello, love. ā
