Simon
I watch as he clips off one of the tiny branches on a bougainvillea plant and throws it off to one side. His face is lathered with sunscreen and he occasionally glances at me, winks or smiles, and keeps on shaping his plants.
The last thing I ever thought I would witness would be Baz engaging in gardening.
Not because he's incompetent (he's never incompetent), but mostly because it requires being in the sun all the live-long day.
Even that doesn't stop him. He just puts on the largest- and also the pinkest- sun hat I have ever seen and squats near the flower beds for hours with ease. Hell, he even brings plants for mine and Penny's apartment, though they never last. He just keeps bringing replacements.
I always thought that he would turn out to be more of a botanist- okay, I never thought that, I never even thought he would be into gardening in the first place. But he's always there, every Sunday, with his little spade and his huge shears- repotting, clipping, shaping and what not.
He seems so happy and so engrossed in what he's doing that he doesn't even ask me to join him, which he does for about everything. Though I don't mind, I am glad to just watch. It feels good, seeing him filled with joy. It's been hard for us lately, and it's almost like he took all this up up as a way to cope, but he's happy. That makes me happy.
Though there are days when he does need my help...
"Hey, Snow. Pass me the hose."
"Here..."
Not even a second glance. The plants, they need care right now.
"Thanks," a few moments pass in silence.
"Lemonade?" I hand over a nearly condensed glass to him.
"Sure," he smiles, before going back to watering the freshly planted jades.
I'm too busy reminiscing the last- and the longest- conversation we had had the past week to even notice he had walked up to where I was sitting.
"I got you another plant- well, for Bunce actually. She wanted a bougainvillea." He handed over the tiniest potted plant to ever exist.
"Well, I'll be sure to give it to her." I looked up at him expectantly.
"Also," there it was- how could he not, "I got you this."
He handed me another pot.
Sunflowers. He remembered. He always does.
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Snowbaz Fanfic
FanfictionI'm doing something, definitely something, idk what but it's better than nothing I try my best to keep the grammar, punctuations and para breaks tolerable, so that's pretty much a selling point on its own. *** DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these ch...
