Being the broadway fanatic she was,
she really wanted to know if it the stories
were true or not—and so she had to ask,
wondering if her writing and performance
interests came from the roots of her father’s
side of the family;
❝ I heard Vanni ask you about the lying
thing, and it made me wonder if the
performance thing was true, the one
with S t r o m b o l i ? ❞
Wayne cracked a smile as his niece as well asked
about how much truth were to believe on their father’s
"You guys are even more curious
than your older brother.”
He said and sat down with November.
"I can’t tell for sure,
since it was before my time but
I do know someone who might know.
You remember Mother Superior?
Your Dads fairy. If we can trust the story
Disney wants to make the kids of this realm believe
she was there to come for his rescue.”
“—-I can never get
a straight answer
from my dad, and
I got to know,”
“—-When you both
were puppets did
your noses really
grow when you
lied or not?”
"Not really, that’s something they made up
for the movie to scare kids. But we got other
reminder, like pained joints.”
"Though me less by the time I was a puppet
since your Grandpa already experienced
what could happen with your Dad
when he was. So both of them took care it wouldn’t
Jefferson listened closely but silently to Wayne’s words, returning the smile he was given at the end. “See? I firmly believe you will be able to do it.” His smile brightened a bit more but he quickly averted his eyes when he realized he was doing so, a light blush creeping up on his face.
"Well, thank you." The young brunette leaned back in his seat and scratched the back of his neck, as their eyes met once again. Deciding it was a good moment to change the subject before it became more embarrassing for them.
"So… If you don’t mind the asking. Who’s your caretaker? You made it sound quiet mysterious." Wayne asked curiously.
❝ I didn’t even know that Storybrooke had countryside….
I suppose you learn something new e v e r y d a y . ❞
Regina rose from her seat and took his hand in hers,
A sweet gesture not common for her to do,
and headed towards the kitchen..
❝ So what will we be making, Mr. Booth? ❞
"So, does that mean Storybrooke got
an extension pack with your return?”
Wayne joked and followed her close by
on their way to the kitchen.
"I’d say some light… finger food."
He suggested, barely able to keep
his hands off her.
When he had gone to the kitchen to prepare them some breakfast Jefferson had seen Wayne’s jacket laying on a chair. It smelled of the other male, it was a comforting smell to the Hatter which was why he had put it one without thinking about it.
Turning around to place the prepared breakfast on the table, he caught sight of the other male and a light blush appeared on Jefferson’s face at the fact that Wayne had seen him wearing his leather jacket. “Uhm… g-good morning…”
"Morning…." he lightly stretched his still stiff body - his shirt exposing an already half turned stomach - but smiled back at the hatter. The given sight was too adorable to be left unmentioned. "It suits you." Wayne cocked his head and slowly moved over to the breakfast table.
Planting a soft kiss to his already blushing friends lips before they sat down. “Next time I leave, I’ll get you your own.” He sounded more hopeful than his bodies condition allowed.
"I had to take Pongo out…" Archie explained, though it’s clear he’s delirious from fever. Even Pongo’s worried, turning in circles in front of them, as if trying to alert Wayne."Oh, you don’t have to do that…" Archie said tiredly, but didn’t protest otherwise, shuffling inside of his apartment again.
"But I will." He gave back, lightly rubbing Archies back after he brought him over to the old sofa. "You’ve done so much for us, now let me at least do this for you. It would be a pleasure for us to take Pongo until you feel better. Our little one will be thrilled to have him around. Maybe he’ll help her trying to convince Regina to get her a puppy.”
❝ —Right, right.
cooking. I forgot. ❞
She paused a moment, another smile gracing her features.
❝ Oh! A picnic? That sounds….perfect. ❞
"It is. Trust me, you will like it.
There is this beautiful spot some
place between the wishing well
and the old barn.”
He told her, excitement reflecting in his eyes
as he spoke about the place he discovered
during a stroll with Destiny.
"No town. Just you and me…
and the countryside as far as your eyes can see.
It must be perfect to watch the sunset from there.”
❝ ——I love you. ❞
And with that she continued to kiss his lips,
even going to the extent to smile against
his soft lips.
"I could do this the whole day
that much I love you too.”
He smirked back against her lips,
letting his fingers travel down to pull up
"Or… we start getting over to the kitchen
and do some magic to take out for a little picnic.”
❝ You know it’s hard for me to do that….
But yes. I’ll simply get up early to finish. ❞
She smiled and closed her eyes, kissing him back.
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, to
make sure he didn’t pull away.
"Mhm…" he agreed to her decision
before their lips reunited.
As if he would want to ever pull back again.
He was still way too excited about the fact
that they finally managed to keep their
promise to be together.
Wayne removed his hand from her cheek
only to wrap his arms back around Reginas
waist and held his wife just as close.