You were sat on y'all's bed, painting your toenails when Joel came in the room. It was clear he'd just gotten back from work, judging by the light sprinkle of sawdust on his shoulder.

"Hey baby." He smiled, kicking off his workboots. "What's my favorite girl up to, huh?" He asks, stripping off his sawdust ridden shirt.

"Painting my nails." You reply. You were focused on the task at hand, applying the final top coat.

He walks over, climbing onto the bed with you and he looked at your polished nails.

"Lookin' real pretty, honey." He nodded and kissed your cheek, before settling onto his side of the bed and headboard.

You were both quiet for a while, before you felt Joel crawl to the end of the bed, in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"What's it look like?" He replied, grabbing your ankle and bringing it to his face. He pressed a few kisses there, then licked the bone. "I wonder... how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?" He teased, referencing that stupid commercial you've been hearing every day on TV lately.

"Ugh, Joel, gross!" You groaned, flopping your head onto the pillow, not wanting to look at him.

He sure had an interesting way of being silly, and it was no doubt he loved all of you. Much to your disgust.