The heat was beating down onto the summer crops, cows lounging in the warmth, joyful chickens and ducks sharing a splash in the pond. Life on the farm couldn’t have been more perfect.

Behind Harvey, who was happily sat watching life pass by on the porch patio of the house, the door creaked open. A freshly squeezed glass of lemonade ice materialised in front of the zoned out man.

“Oh,” He looked up, finding his partner stood over him with a satisfied smile on their lips. Harvey couldn’t help but mirror the expression. “Thank you, sweetheart” his voice was soft- to be expected of a doctor- but you noticed a unique fond gentleness rather early into the relationship.

“I was just watching the farm” he said softly, sipping from the glass, ice clinking around in the pale liquid. “I never pictured myself the husband of a farmer.” Harvey added, a commonly found tenderness glinting in his brown eyes. “I don’t mind it. Not at all.”