Deciding where you both wanted to spend your leave wasn't a predicament when John's mother kept pestering the both of you to visit her— and of course, you both caved in. It's not like his mother didn't miss her son's fiancée.

"Has wee Johnny been treatin' ye nice, lassie?" His mother asked as she prepared dinner, the both of you keeping her a sweet company— she enjoyed your presence, makes it less lonely.

John scoffed, feeling embarrassed with the question despite it being directed at you. "Maw! Ye dinnae need t' ask my lassie that." He protested, his stubbornness not wavering.