Gideon Fischer ⚕️ Alex Karev (pediatrician) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2020-05-12 11:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, * jeanne, * terri, c: embry fischer, c: gideon fischer |
WHO: Gideon & Embry Fischer
WHEN: May 2, 2020
WHERE: Jamaica!
SUMMARY: Early morning coffee and sand castles
WARNINGS: Their usual. Flirtations, language, reference to sex.
It had been just over a week of wedded bliss, and Embry honestly couldn’t think of a better way to describe it, even if that sounded like a cliche. They had scheduled themselves for nearly a full two weeks in a private condo overlooking Jamaica’s waters. They had easy beach access, an infinity pool that overlooked the water, and no neighbors overlooked their pool so it was truly private. The only time they really saw anyone else was if they wandered up to bar service near the beach, or in the evenings when their dinner was catered in for the evening. It was a good way to live, and they’d both joked about never going back home. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. They couldn’t honeymoon forever, and Embry was actually excited about the next steps they were going to take together soon. She was still going to soak up this getaway for as long as possible. Sun, water, and sand were all they really seemed to need, apart from each other and some good food. They had been trying to sleep in - at least until eight or nine - to break away from their normal routine of being up and active at or before dawn. This morning, both of their biological clocks had rebelled and they’d been up early. Quiet conversation in bed had ensured neither of them were going back to sleep, but they at least hadn’t gotten up for a while after. Feeling a bit kiss-drunk and lazy, Embry gave a full body stretch. The sun wasn’t quite up yet still, but she was definitely awake now, “I definitely still want coffee.” -- Gideon wasn't certain that he'd ever felt quite so decadent in his life as he had this last week. Honeymooning was absolutely worth every expense they had thrown at it, and all the brochures claiming Jamaica to be paradise had been exactly right. It was difficult to think about going back home, even though their reality was one he generally quite enjoyed. This morning he'd woken far too early for honeymoon-appropriateness, but Embry had, at least, been on the same sort of timer. They had made good use of what would have otherwise been unfortunate timing, and Gideon lay on his back beside her in bed, an arm behind his head and a lazy, sated smile on his face. "Coffee is on the agenda, I promise." After all, once they got back to Dunhaven, she was giving it up- so he wanted to make sure she got to enjoy it while she still could. -- The good part about having such a long engagement was that they’d had plenty of time to actually save for this honeymoon. They’d put that money away, pretending that it didn’t exist, as though they were paying into some bill, and it had worked well in that way. They hadn’t had a single worry when it came to actually booking this vacation. She didn’t think they could have picked a better location or a better condo set up. That stretch had felt good on her muscles, but Embry had just tucked herself right back against his side, a hand on his chest. Neither of them were yet showing any signs of actually getting up, though she knew that they likely would soon, “Do we have stuff to make it a mocha? That sounds really nice.” -- Gideon gave a contented little hum as Embry settled in closer to him. He playfully craned his neck for a moment, as if he could look over in the direction of the condo's kitchen, but fell back down into place easily enough. "We do," he confirmed, a little grin tugging at his lips. "As if we'd let the chocolate supply run dry on our honeymoon. What kind of husband do you take me for." -- She gave a small grin, and pressed a kiss there to his shoulder with a hum, “An excellent husband. No question.” It had taken them a long time to get to this moment. All of those difficult roads they had walked and lessons hard-learned had been so worth it to have this now. “You know, we could drink our coffee on the beach. I bet there’s a breeze,” she suggested, though it wasn’t something that they had done since arriving a week ago. They’d taken morning walks, sure, but it was usually later in the morning before they settled in for some pool lounging. -- He wouldn't deny her assessment of him. Not here, especially. "For an equally excellent wife. No question." It was so easy to feel so wrapped up in her. Gideon took it all in with gusto. "I like that," he added, after a moment's thought. "And it's early enough that we won't need a sun umbrella or anything else. Do you remember where we put those souvenir travel mugs?" They hadn't actually been used since their purchase, but they were probably a better choice than one of the simple mugs from the condo cabinets. -- The travel mugs in question had been purchased to prevent them from taking obvious alcoholic canisters out onto the beach. Even if it wasn’t exactly prohibited, the travel mugs kept drinks cool or hot longer, and she didn’t need a fancy glass with an umbrella to drink a cocktail. They hadn’t actually used them for that purpose since their purchase a few days earlier, but that had been the general idea. “I think...they got shoved into the beach bag,” she said after a moment of consideration, “Since that seemed like the most obvious place at the time.” -- "Alright." A pause, then the word repeated. "Alright. I'm getting up." Even with this, it was another few breaths before Gideon actually moved, slowly extracting himself from Embry and standing from the bed. He gave another stretch, his arms over his head, twisting one way and then the other. Finally satisfied that he was more or less in one piece, Gideon headed for the kitchen to start water boiling for the pour-over coffee. "Anything else while I'm up, Dr Fischer?" -- She could tell when he was preparing to get up, and yet Embry still mildly pouted when he did stand. That...faded into a longing sort of look at the very nice view that she got of him stretching. She bit her lower lip just for a moment, a dreamy smile on her lips even as she watched him walk around the bed and towards the kitchen, “We could split a bagel. Hefty on the cream cheese.” A moment’s pause, and the bed was...not as appealing without him in it, “I’m getting up, too.” The pronouncement was followed a moment later by her actually pulling herself out of the bed and she gave another small stretch, “I’m thinking attire of a bikini and a cover up - just because the sun isn’t shining to warm up yet - and we can take a beach towel or two if we want to sit a while?” Truth be told, she didn’t have many clothing options aside from swimwear. -- "Is there any other way to have a bagel?" Gideon knew her preferences, of course, but he didn't mind that she reminded him, either. It didn't take him long to set up the pour-over pot, so it would be ready once the water started to boil. He felt comfortable enough leaving that there in order to go find their mugs, and Gideon pulled out a new clean beach towel too, while he was at it. "No complaints here," he added, to her choice of clothing. "Swim shorts… shirt optional, I suppose." -- “Absolutely not,” Embry agreed with a grin, “Unless it’s the whole bagel all to yourself.” The cream cheese wasn’t optional, and she questioned the sanity of anyone who thought otherwise. Embry slipped herself into one of her - clean, dry - bikinis, of which she’d brought many given how much time they’d be spending out on the water. She pulled a light off-the-shoulder cover up on over that swimsuit, but her sandals were by the door already. Emerging from the bedroom, she weighed in, “Whatever you feel comfortable with, Gid.” She knew that as much as she loved seeing him shirtless that he wasn’t exactly keen on other people seeing him in that way. It was all up to personal preference, and she wouldn’t push for anything that he wasn’t entirely okay with. -- He had definitely been shirtless in public more in the last week here in Jamaica than at most any other point in the last decade, more or less. Gideon didn't consider himself particularly bashful, per se, it was just… a preference. (It didn't help, either, that he was very prone to sunburn, so unless he was extremely vigilant with sunscreen, a shirt was almost always going to be helpful.) "I think I know what my Mrs prefers," he offered, with a bit of a wry smile. He passed Embry on his way back to the kitchen, travel mugs in hand, and pressed a kiss to her cheek as he walked by. The water was boiling now, so he took the kettle off its base and carefully, slowly, poured the water into the waiting coffee grounds. -- She smiled a little when he said he thought he knew what she preferred, but she did insist even as he kissed her cheek, “My preferences don’t take precedence over your wants, but...yeah, I think you could take a good guess.” While he did the pour over with the coffee, Embry had slipped into the kitchen area with him and snagged up the package of bagels, splitting it and sliding those halves into the toaster oven on the counter. With a few turns of the knobs, mostly untouched since the last bagel toasting, that little timer ticked happily down. She leaned her hips back against the counter with a small smile, “I know we’ve made it our mission to sleep in as much as possible, but I can’t say I’m sorry we’ll get to see at least one Jamaican sunrise.” -- He was watching the pour over carefully, not in the least because he hadn't actually put any clothes on yet, but also because he wanted to make sure he got their coffee right. "The we there is the operative word. I'm not much for solo sunrises." -- Embry wasn’t intending to distract him. Well, not at this particular moment anyway. She wasn’t in the least offended that he didn’t look away from his task because she hardly wanted them to spend the next few days nursing burns worse than sunburns. “I mean, the day after our wedding you were watching the sunrise when I woke up if I recall correctly. And I know I do because it was just a week ago and that’s not something I’m soon to forget.” It had been a pretty perfect view to wake up to, him with the sunrise beyond, “Though for argument’s sake, I was there, just...dozing.” -- He glanced aside- the hot water was finished now, so it was safe to do so- and Gideon just wrinkled his nose up in Embry's direction. "There was coffee," he countered. "Which meant that I wasn't going to be alone for long." At least, for now. Another week or so, and all of his coffee dates would be solo. "Dozing being the euphemism for admiring your husband's ass, I take it?" -- “Okay, true. Coffee calls me like the sea calls Moana,” Embry agreed after a moment, a dimple-forming grin pulled to her lips. Even when she stopped drinking it after this week, which she was more than willing to do in order to have a safe and healthy pregnancy, she had no doubts that she’d still be inhaling those aromas happily. She laughed and admitted, “Well, I stopped dozing the moment I noticed said very fine ass.” Now that he wasn’t actually pouring that hot water, she dared just a moment to reach out and pinch his hip gently, “Your everything is to be admired, Gideon Fischer. As long as I’m the one doing the admiring.” -- He gave a little snort of laughter at the comparison, but Gideon wouldn't deny it. Their coffee bar at home was certainly enviable. Gideon wiggled away from that pinch, but only just. "Ditto, Embry Fischer. And extra ditto, to me being the one admiring." He stepped closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm going to go get dressed. Give the coffee thirty more seconds before you pour." -- She smirked a little as he squirmed away from her pinch, only because she knew he didn’t really mind it. If he had, she’d have apologized. They weren’t in the habit of doing anything that intentionally made the other feel uncomfortable, and their playful attitude with one another was long established. “One Mississippi, two Mississippi…” Embry counted quietly, but still loud enough to be heard as Gideon wandered back to the bedroom. She stopped counting when the timer for the bagel went off with a cheerful ding. Flipping open that lid, she laid out a paper towel and put the toasted bagel halves onto the paper towel as she retrieved the cream cheese from the fridge. It wouldn’t actually hurt the coffee to sit a little longer than thirty seconds, so she busied herself with layering up the cream cheese onto their to-be-shared bagel. When the remaining cream cheese was put away, she did pour each of them coffee into those travel mugs, breathing in deeply as that aroma wafted up from the cups. -- It didn't take Gideon long to get dressed, considering he only had to put on one article of clothing. He had rejoined Embry in the kitchen just as she finished pouring those coffees, and he paused in front of the fridge to get cream (for him) and chocolate (for her). "I'll do you, you do me," he teased, playfully, handing over the bottle of cream to Embry before pulling one of the mugs closer so he could prepare her mocha as promised. -- His suggestion was an easy one to abide by, “Always.” She knew exactly how he liked his coffee after all these years. While he often ended up making coffee for the both of them, she wasn’t a stranger to making the perfect blend either. Embry added the cream to his mug in proper portions until it was just the right color, and gave it a gentle stir just to make sure it was well incorporated before she put the lid on the top of the travel mug, “There. Perfect.” -- He'd prepared hers as well as he could, with the limited ingredients, but at least by color and aroma, Gideon was fairly certain he'd created a passable mocha. With the lid on, he handed it over to Embry, taking his own in turn. He then reached for his bagel half, not bothering with a plate or napkin, and instead just taking a bite of that perfect balance between toasted crunch and light, sweet cream cheese. "Shall we away, then, my dear?" he asked, playfully gesturing with his bagel toward the sliding doors that led toward the beach. -- Embry left that paper towel on the counter as she picked up her own bagel half, not really thinking it was needed and not wanting to need to search for a trash can later. She tossed that beach towel he’d selected over her shoulder before she picked up her travel mug and gave a small nod, “We shall. Off to the beach.” Slipping into her shoes by the door, they made sure everything was secured before they actually set off down the short path that would lead them out to the sand and the water beyond. She took a sip of her coffee and made a small hum, that bitter, smooth taste of chocolate and coffee hitting her tongue, “Thank you. This is great.” -- With hands full of bagel and coffee, he couldn't hold hers, but that was only a momentary thing. Once they'd stepped off the back patio and onto the path that would lead to the nearby beach, Gideon easily fell into step beside Embry. The sun had already started to tint the sky, though he couldn't see any sliver of the orb itself just yet. "I'm definitely going to be bringing some local coffee home, with apologies that you won't be able to share it with me." -- She ate a bite of her own bagel as they walked, grinning a little to herself in congratulations for getting just the perfect ratio of crispy bagel to cream cheese. That she might be getting a crumb or two on her cover-up didn’t seem to bother her. “I won’t complain. You bring as much coffee back with you as you want,” she promised, sipping her own mocha again, “My personal sacrifice will have a pretty significant payoff for the both of us, so it’s well worth it.” -- "More Fischers in the world." Gideon gave a playfully wistful sigh. "It only gets better from here." Those words echoed the ones from her own vows- but he remembered them well, and cherished them just as keenly. "Maybe I'll save the Jamaica coffee to have with you instead, as a congratulations mama sort of present." -- "I'll drink to that," Embry said with a small lift of that travel mug and a playful sip. If all went to plan, they would add two more Fischers into the world over the next three years, give or take a little time. It may not go exactly their way, but Embry was hopeful. "If we freeze it, that's definitely doable, though I'm not going to judge you if you want to do a soft transition back to what we have at home," she assured him, though they were not ones to skimp on coffee in general. Embry's grin seemed to be permanently etched onto her lips, "It will be my first drink the morning after Baby Fischer arrives." -- "Good coffee is always better when shared with a goddess," Gideon offered, with a little grin in Embry's direction. "Luckily we'll have one more Monday coffee date before we go home." They had definitely planned their honeymoon dates to include a first Monday of the month for that very reason. "Is this 'I survived natural labor' worthy coffee, though?" -- She grinned at him a little even while chewing a bite of her bagel. As long as he thought her a goddess, no other opinion really mattered, “We’ll still keep our date, you know. I’ll just have...decaf or a smoothie or some safe variety of tea.” Embry’s research and knowledge kept just for her patients was already extensive, so she would know what was allowable and what she should keep away from. Embry gave a small laugh and admitted, “I’m pretty sure any coffee will be passable to me at that point, but this one is top notch. I would definitely be happy with this as ‘You created a human’ coffee.” -- "I mean, I hoped we would," Gideon admitted. Even if they hadn't specified before right now, the only other time they'd missed that first Monday coffee date had been in… in that lost time, several years ago. They didn't like to talk about that time. "Not just a human," he added, "a Fischer." -- Embry had four years of once monthly Monday coffee dates under her belt, and she wasn’t about to break that tradition just because she couldn’t drink coffee for...a large portion of the next three years, given their hope for two children, “You just have to let me smell your coffee. Thems the rules. The Goddess has spoken.” Embry bumped her hip just a little with his, even as their toes hit the sand, finally coming up to where they could soon find a place to sit and settle in for a little bit, “A very loved, very wanted Fischer.” -- "I mean, I think that's a fair trade-off for, you know, bearing my children." Gideon gave a little snort of laughter, though he was shaking his head, all in good amusement. There was a deeper inhale as they reached the beach proper, and Gideon was sorely tempted to remove his sandals entirely, but he refrained- barely. "Damn right. We only let the best become Fischers, you know." -- “It’s more than fair, though I am willing to bet you are going to be well more generous than just letting me breathe in the aroma of coffee,” she predicted. Gideon was already doting on her now, so she could only imagine what was to come when she was rounded and unable to see her own toes. “These will be born into the honor, but I’m very glad I passed whatever qualifications necessary for that initiation,” Embry teased, the sound of the waves gently crashing upon one another a little louder as they reached the edge of the water. She just finished the last of her bagel as they reached that edge, and flipped the towel over her shoulder, “Here, hold my mocha.” With her coffee passed off, Embry spread out that beach towel on the soft sand, and kicked off her sandals before she settled down onto it, reaching up to receive her coffee back with a contented sigh, “This is perfect.” -- "You passed the qualifications a decade ago, Em," Gideon insisted, simply. He'd taken the coffee from her as directed, waiting until the extra-wide beach towel was spread out on the sand. Gideon soon joined Embry right there, legs crossed, but leaned up close to her all the same. The water breaking wasn't so close as to be a threat to them, and the slowly-lightening sky was a nice backdrop to everything else. "This whole damn week has been perfect," he added with a small smile. "But this is definitely a highlight." -- “Was it when I delivered the baby in the elevator?” Embry asked seriously, though she didn’t know what she’d actually done a decade ago that he was counting other than just meeting him. She settled in close to him, their hips touching, and easily looped her arm with his. Embry was just happy to be back to where they could actually touch again. The towel they were sitting on was appropriately emblazoned with their now-shared last name, and the date they’d married. “I would definitely agree with that,” Embry sipped her coffee a little again, and smiled as she looked out over the brightening horizon, “We’re going to soak up every moment of enjoyment of all this while we’re here.” -- "That was part one, definitely." He dropped a kiss just at her hair as Embry settled in closer to him. "Next you'll have to pick where you want me to take you on the babymoon, right?" -- “So it all starts with babies somewhere,” Embry said cheekily with a small grin, but she smiled at that kiss that he pressed to her hair. There likely was no set list of requirements, but she liked to think whatever the might have been, she had passed them by both Gideon and Clementine’s standards a long time ago, and the rest of the family all seemed to approve too. “If all goes to plan that would probably be sometime this fall. I’ll have to think about it,” she admitted, not having put too much thought already into that particular plan, but they would have just a little vacation left over after their honeymoon to take another decent trip. -- "I mean, I'm a pediatrician. So it works for me." No, there was no real list of criteria. Gideon hadn't expected to fall for Embry- but then, when he'd fallen for her, he hadn't wanted anyone around him. She just... knew where to fit, and what he needed, without his saying it. "Obviously there's no real rush there," he added, just in case. "We've got to get home and, you know, get you knocked up before we plan anything else baby-related." -- There were places Embry would like to go, but they’d traveled quite a bit together the last couple of years. She was half tempted to say they should come back to Jamaica, but perhaps it would be better to stay state-side just to be on the safe side of things. “We can both give it some thought. I’m definitely already sort of planning things to buy for babies with those Amazon gift cards we got for wedding gifts, but I’m trying not to get too far a head of...the next few weeks or so.” There was a chance she could immediately get pregnant, and she knew that. There was also a chance it could take several months of trying, and the potential emotional weight that could have. She’d never actually tried for a baby before, and had been very thorough in preventing one so she had no background in how this may or may not go for them. She was remaining optimistic, however, until proven otherwise. -- Gideon, too, had always been very vigilant in pregnancy-prevention, even well before he'd met Embry. He'd heard plenty of miserable stories of couples trying to conceive for months if not years on end, and knew there was no saying that they might not also fall into that category. Here, at least, they already had medicine on their side- so if such interventions or assistance was needed, he didn't think either of them would particularly hesitate if it meant seeing their dreams come true. And, well, if it turned out that it wasn't meant to be, they'd find new dreams together. "We'll combine baby wish lists and Pinterest pages when we get home." (He pronounced it pin-interest.) -- Embry saw women every day that had come from varying walks of fertility journeys. Some got pregnant without intervention, some had taken time, some had needed help in every way. It was humbling to hear their stories, and she would always respect that biology did not always function the same for every person, even if they were built the same. She gave a snort of laughter, leaning into his shoulder with a broad smile, “Pinterest. You’ve got an extra in thrown in there. But yeah...that’s something I’m really excited to get to do with you.” -- He shrugged his shoulder even as she leaned into him, but Gideon pressed another kiss to Embry's hair just after, reassuring that he wasn't actually offended by her correcting his error. She was the expert in all things digital and social between the two of them, after all. "Have we missed anything on the honeymoon bucket list? Any more sex drinks we've missed?" -- Embry didn’t correct him out of any mean spirit, of course. She just liked to...impart a little wisdom where she could. Better that she be the one to tell him than most other people. His limited technological know-how was charming, really. He always seemed to surprise her, though. “Not that I can think of, though I’m not going to say no to another 3 Tropical Orgasms or A Peachy Screw.” She’d been amused by all the sex-named drinks when they’d arrived and had made a point to try...well, all of them. After a moment she decided, “I do want to maybe try to build a bit of a sandcastle.” -- "As many peachy screws and tropical orgasms as you'd like, dearest," Gideon replied, playfully. "We'll have to make sure we get the recipes before we leave, too. Can't have us returning to the mainland without knowing how to get you a proper 'screw." He seemed a bit surprised by her request, but Gideon was nodding with barely a moment's hesitation. "Well, it's been a bit since I've done any seaside architecture, but I'm an ace at legos, so maybe some of those principles will transfer over?" -- She gave a laugh at his turn of phrase, “Absolutely. If we can wrangle the recipes out of them, I’ll be forever set with screws and orgasms, although I think even if we didn’t I’m very fortunate on that front anyway. It will be a little while before I’m back to mixed drinks, but the recipe will keep.” Although maybe it might have seemed childish, Embry wasn’t often around sand and didn’t have a lot of opportunity to play in it. As a kid when they’d gone on the occasional vacation, she’d built sandcastles and written in the sand only to wipe out her words and start again. It was more than a bit of a throwback, maybe, but it seemed fun, “It’s been a while for me, too, but I seem to remember that packing the sand as densely as you can is one of the key principles. It doesn’t need to be a fancy one since we don’t have any molds or tools. As two highly educated individuals, I think we could probably manage at least a little one.” -- The places he'd lived before hadn't been exactly known for their sandy beaches, so Gideon likely didn't have much more experience than Embry did, really. But they could figure it out. "Well, first," he took an extra-long draw from his travel mug, which finished up the drink inside, then popped the lid off. Gideon held the cup out, presenting it proudly as he added, "Presto. Castle mold." Sitting up a bit straighter, and then finally moving to his knees and then to stand, Gideon extended a hand down to Embry. "I think we need some of the… denser sand, right? So a bit closer to the water?" -- She laughed a little when he finished off his coffee and presented that large travel mug to be used as a mold. She had more slowly sipped her own coffee, but she was sure she could finish it should they need a second mold, "Bravo. Way to be resourceful." Embry positioned herself so that it was easy to get up when Gideon reached to help her up. She kept her coffee in hand, and brushed her hand off on her cover up, "That sounds right. We'll need decent access to water." She took a few steps closer towards those crashing waves and stopped before where the water was lapping up, but there was a convenient little tide pool created there in the sand nearby. Embry pressed her toes into the sand a little, and it felt a bit firmer, "This should be good for packing." -- With Embry having deemed the spot sufficient, Gideon knelt back down in the sand and started to pack sand into the cup-turned-castle-mold. It was easy for him to get into something like this, even if it might have seemed childish to passers-by. It was something Embry wanted, so he'd do it. Simple enough. First mug-full packed up, Gideon upturned the mug just above the edge of the little tide pool - away from the risk of the surf, but close enough that said pool might perhaps serve as a moat, once they were done. He gave the cup a few taps on the side and bottom (now the top), then carefully withdrew it… and grinned brightly to see that it had worked. -- Embry did not immediately settle back down, but did stay nearby as she scoured the sand - still barely in light - for a few tools they could use. She picked up a few sticks for shaping and a few small shells, and rejoined Gideon just as he was tapping the top of that cup and revealed a perfect pillar shaped like the inside of the travel mug, “This is good sand, I think. It’s definitely going to work.” Finally, she settled back down with Gideon and spread out the few things that she’d gathered for their joint use. She helped pile sand into the cup again, packing it down along with him so they could make a second peak, “Sunrise and sandcastles. We’ve got this vacationing thing down.” -- Gideon glanced back up toward the horizon, as if to verify that, yes, the sun was still rising as Embry said. He smiled, then leaned over to press a kiss to her temple when she rejoined him there on the sand. "We're definitely experts. We can give out advice in the future on the best ways to do it." With the two peaks made via coffee cup, Gideon started decorating one with the bits of shells that Embry had brought over. "I think you can use that stick and the bit of seaweed to make a flag for tower two." -- She gave a small laugh and grinned, “Oh, yes. We’ll make our very own YouTube channel. Sandcastle DIY with just what you have lying around.” It was a joke, of course, but the thought was funny enough. Embry very gently scraped a few windows and a door out of the sand, even giving a few little ridges to the top of her tower, “I think you’re right. Let’s see what we can do.” She found just a bit of seaweed there at the edge of the tidepool, and the stick was split just a little at the top so it didn’t take much to deepen that split and gently slide the seaweed into place where it would stay. She rolled the little flag between her fingers, “Ta-da!” -- "I mean, we can put a sandbox in the..." Well, their loft didn't really have a yard, per se, since the area had once been the manufacturing part of town. "...the front patio?" He laughed a bit at her ta-da, even pressing his lips together to make a little trumpeting sound as she placed that flag atop one of the towers. "What a very grand estate!" -- Embry took another sip of her coffee and realized as he spoke that they really didn’t have a yard. That was usually fine because it meant they didn’t have to tend a yard. One of these days, though, a few years from now, a yard might be nice when their kids were old enough to actually enjoy playing outside, “I think they’ve got a sandbox at the park, too. We can teach the children of Dunhaven how to build sandcastles.” She gave a little half-bow even sitting, her hair probably brushing the sand a little bit, but she didn’t mind, “It’s perfect. Just exactly what I envisioned.” -- "Absolutely. We'll do a master class for them. Though we know who our star pupils will be, too." At least, once those particular little Fischers came around. Though it had been a while since Gideon had done anything like this- and likewise for Embry- he was admittedly proud of the little bit they'd accomplished. And still before sunrise, more or less. "Take a picture, Mrs Fischer, and we'll have the start of a catalog of our creations." -- “Oh, certainly. Although I suppose we’ll have at least one niece or nephew that will probably be pretty excellent,” Embry predicted, thinking that her brother’s child was likely to be intelligent like his parents and Embry was going to be incredibly biased either way. That was still her family. Embry fished her phone out of the pocket of the cover up that she had worn and took a picture first of just the sand castle, with the flash on, and then scooted closer to Gideon so that she could take a few pictures of the two of them with their masterpiece, even if it was a fairly simplistic one, “There. Proof that we made this on our honeymoon.” -- He wouldn't dare say anything against his future niece or nephew, of course, even if that connection hadn't been the first one to come to mind. Smiling (almost not-awkwardly... he tried, really) for the photo Embry posed, Gideon then reached for Embry's free hand. "Love you, Em." He'd said it a thousand times this week, no doubt, but he liked reminding her. -- She squeezed his hand when he slipped his fingers into hers, a smile on her lips, "Love you, too." It was a known thing at this point, but saying it still felt important and hearing it sent her heart flying even after all these years. "I'm very proud of our accomplishments so far this morning. It's an excellent start to the day." And it was still young, that horizon growing brighter, seeming as though the sun was just about to finally peek over the water. |