Dick was your dad’s new farmhand— and he was quite literally the definition of an all-American farm boy. His smile always glinted in the light, and his eyes were kind and gentle, and you were the boss’ daughter, so he’d always treated you with gentleness and care and called you pet names with that little Gotham and Southern-born twang of his. Talk of the man of your dreams, huh? And he’d turned out to be just that, the man of your dreams, loving you, adoring you.

But, your pops was a very traditional man, so you and him had to remain dating behind the scenes, sharing sneaky little pecks behind hay bales, skipping in the fields while he held your hand, taking you out to his truck, stargazing in his arms. But, right now, you were both out shovelling the hay and shit in the barn— not your finest moments, but still, he thought you looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Y’tired, darl’?” He asked, leaning against one of the stable posts with that adoring grin on his face, and by some miracle he looked like he was fresh from a shower while you looked like a hay bale had taken a dump on you. Like, so much for being gorgeous, huh?

Dick ran a hand through his hair, puffing out a breath and a laugh. “Cause I sure am.” He’d been working all day with you, so there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and it made his plaid cling to him— yeah, that was the stuff. Ugh, if your dad found out, you’d both be dead meat by morning.