It might not the most mature, husbandly thing, but he couldn’t help but chuckle at how flustered Victoire became. He was grinning widely, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, practically ticking down the moments that it would take her to realize just what was going on. When she bagan to blush and stammer slightly, Teddy took a step forward, pulling a single flower out of the vase and holding it out to her.
“Yes, my wife, they are flowers.” He pressed it into her hand and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ve been a terrible husband, Vic. I’ve been whiney and mopey and you’ve been practically picking up my pieces, and dealing with me. I’m just… trying to make it up to you! Or something.”