“For you, my Sweetheart.” Gwaine states, handing you a bouquet of your favourite wild flowers once he approaches you. You’re sat on the grass among a blanket. He saw you alone, sat with your journal and your books.

“Thanks my love.” You say with a smile, blushing slightly and smelling the fresh flowers he’s just given you before you lean up, pecking his cheek.

“My pleasure.” Gwaine says with a smirk before he scoops you up in his arms which causes you to drop your flowers and cling onto him while you let out a squeal.

“Now, time for a date.” He says, before setting up on your feet and resting his hands around your waist. “I have an idea in mind.”