“Easy, my love.” Welt chuckled watching you run through the meadow with small skips, in his arms were the essentials... Two easels and a box full of art materials whilst you carried pastries and a picnic blanket colored in pastels.

Finding a spot amidst the tranquil meadows; the fervid sun hidden behind the sheep like clouds— it was just you and he under the cool tree's shroud.

Welt looked at you with affection as you set everything up, you were the love of his life— his little buttercup.