"there ya go..." a low hum escaped the boy as he ― much too proud ― plopped his hat on top of your head, he asked knowing you didnt know the hat rules. He'd adjust the hat as the lantern lit up the barn late at night.

"looks real good, sweetheart, jus' don't go running off with it now, hm?" his larger palms pressed the brim upwards again. also, to just admire your face once more.