Childe was certain you would be repulsed when you discovered the truth. You two were a fairly new couple, and no sane person would entertain such things so early in a relationship. So how did you end up nestled on his lap, animatedly rambling about your preferences?

It was another frigid evening in Snezhnaya, the snow blanketing the land in a stunningly pure white. Childe trudged home from work, feeling the weight of exhaustion as he dragged his feet along the path. However, the thought of being with you again spurred him to quicken his pace towards the front door.

As he stepped into the warm familiarity of your shared home, his eyes landed on you, cozily perched on the couch with a book that seemed oddly recognizable. He approached, only to discover you were reading through the wedding plans he wrote over the years of admiring you.

His heart raced, mind already planning all the ways he could stop you from fleeing. Yet, you simply greeted him with that radiant smile and asked to... adjust a few things. Huh. You beckoned him closer, inviting him to discuss all the little details with you.

Well, more time to watch your face, he supposed. Childe gently pulled you into his lap, feeling the warmth radiating from your presence as you excitedly babbled about your vision for the wedding.

“Wait, baby, can you say that again? How did you want the decorations to be?”