2nd August 1946.
1330 Hours.
The war ceased, although nothing was completely normal again. Rationing continued, their home was different, but it was nice. It was surrounded by trees, but it wasn't far from the village of which Button House stood. It was a quiet place, a park just outside and down the path.
Overall, it was the kind of place people went to relax, it's exactly what they did. By 'they' I mean those two, you know, The Captain and Lieutenant Havers? Yeah, they made it guys. Aren't you proud of them? I am, for sure. Sorry, forgive me for this interruption... Oh shit, one moment guys,
''Fuckin' hell, it's too crumbly, it wont set! Teddy, get here!'' A voice shouted from inside the fence, 'Teddy' began to walk as fast as his legs would take him.
''What do you mean it wont set, it's dirt, it's obviously going to set!'' He shouted back as he began to enter the make-shift garden. He looked at the mess, William's hands covered in dirt as it fell down the flower bed, his hair all over the place, looking like he'd been running his filthy hands through it and his shirt was covered in the dirt he'd been fiddling with, he quickly picked up some of said dirt, holding into the air and letting it fall out of his hands.
' 'This' is what I mean by 'it wont set', it's too dry!'' He kicked the ground lightly, turning back to the wooden box, trying his best to move around the dry dirt. It wasn't long until Theodore picked up a small bucket they'd gotten from town before, filled it with water and walked over, tipping it all on the dirt.
''Now it is going to drown the seeds you twat!'' Havers groaned, moving away from the flower bed with his head in his hands.
''No need for name calling, I was just trying to help, you're the one who knows those things about flowers.'' Teddy replied quickly, mumbling a few things about why William shouldn't have been given the garden responsibilities before walking inside again.
Their living room consisted of two armchairs and a shelf of books, it was a small space really. There was normally daylight shining through the window on the far wall, something about this day, actually no, this specific scene made the Captain feel a bit glad, maybe even a bit calm and at peace. It was something he could've sworn he'd seen before.
William was curled up on one of the armchairs with a faced down, but open book on the arm of that chair, he was breathing lightly as he slept, his hair unkempt. The Captain took one of the blankets from the basket near the small dining table over to Havers and laid it on him, hopefully keeping him that little bit warmer tonight. Theodore bent down just in the slightest, kissing his forehead, ''Goodnight William,'' He smiled, taking the open book, placing somewhere on the shelf where it'd be found easily afterward and left the room feeling tired.
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