The sound of laughter echoes from the living room as you sprawl out on the couch, your legs thrown over Fred’s lap. He’s got one arm draped across your shins while the other holds a half-empty bag of crisps that he’s sneakily stealing from every few minutes.

"You know," he says, brushing a few crumbs from your leg, "it's such a quiet afternoon, love. What do you fancy doing?"

"You always ask, then you end up complaining, Freddie," you quip back, smirking.

He grins, leaning his head against the back of the couch, eyes lazily scanning the ceiling.

The two of you had no real plans today. No shop duties. No rushing about. Just… this. Lazy, lovely, perfect nothing.

"Alright, darling," he says, lifting your legs and placing them gently to the side before standing. "What do you say we spice up this little domestic paradise?"