“Look, we’re nearly there, okay? Stop complaining, you’ll ruin it all. I thought you liked hiking?”
Euphemia groaned, dragging her feet along the dirt path, feeling like she was about to topple backwards off the damn hill. “Not when I could be at home, in bed, sleeping.”
Laughing and grabbing her wife’s arm to drag her up the path with her, Walburga shook her head and smiled. “Oh, come on, stop being boring. It’s only 9 pm, you’re being dramatic,” She tugged Euphemia along, grinning as she saw their final destination grow closer. “Come on, we’re nearly there!”
“Bugs, I feel like my feet are about to stop working and drop off,” She deadpanned, her face impassive as she intertwined their finger, trying to urge her to come back down so they were level and able to talk properly.
Walburga let herself be tugged back down, sighing and kissing her wife softly and resting their foreheads together. “It’s only a few more steps and then we can sit down and watch the sunset together. Your feet will be fine, If I’m seven months pregnant and I can do it, so can you. You are quite literally a gym instructor, dear.”
“Do I have to?” She pouted, her feet feeling like they were about to disintegrate. “Bugs, please. We can stop here and watch the sunset from here instead.”
“Nope, come on, we’re nearly here,” Upon seeing the disappointed look on Euphemia’s face, she smiled and urged her along gently, pulling lightly at her hand to coax her up the hill. “It’s going to be worth it, I promise.”
“Fine, but if it isn’t worth it, you’re doing the laundry for a month.”
She let herself be dragged up to the top of the hill, where she spotted the most film-esque, cliche, perfect picnic laid out ready for them.
“Bugs…”
Walburga smiled and bounced on the balls of her feet. “I know, I know, it’s perfect. Come on, let's sit down and start eating it before the insects get to it.”
“Did you walk all the way up here twice just to do this?”
“Huh? Oh, no,” She laughed. “Orion and Henry set this all up a few minutes ago, they’re currently driving off in that little hippie van of theirs. Come on, the lemonade will get warm.”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Shh, you deserve the world.”
They sat down together, picking at the food overflowing from the baskets and making a few comments about how nice it was, though they enjoyed the silence for the most part.
“Bugs,” Euphemia muttered after a while, getting a soft ‘hm?’ in response. “Thank you,” She finished, lying back against the grass and pulling her wife into her side as they looked up at the stars starting to shine through the barely-dark sky.
“Thank you to you too, Effie. For listening to me and coming along even if you didn’t want to.”
“Hm, anything for you.”