The Diary of Cupid

Bring Home the Gold

"What would you do," He said softly. "If we did find it?"
"I'd buy myself a house," She smiled, playing with her fingers in the empty air. "With lots of windows, and wooden floors, and a shed at the back of the garden for me to write."
"You want to write in a shed?"
"Not a shed exactly," She chuckled. "It's like a fancy shed. A... a summerhouse. That's what it's called."
"A summerhouse," He repeated. "And what would this summerhouse look like?"
"Hmmmm. It would be made of proper wood, with little glass doors and windows-"
"Classic."
"-maybe some bookshelves, an armchair, and a little coffee table."
"No desk?"
"I can't write properly at desks – my legs feel too trapped."

He laughed, putting his arm around her. She turned into him, lifting her head to look at him.

"And you? What would you do?"
"Buy you books for your bookshelves." She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips was undeniable.
"Serious answer."
"Serious answer?" He sighed. "I guess... I don't know. Just, being comfortable, not worrying about the next paycheck, you know?"

She nodded.

"And I'd like to spoil my dad a little. Maybe get him a nice car he can fix up, get Grandma some jewellery."
"She'd love you forever."
"She loves me forever already." She gave him a look. "Okay, maybe not after today, but she'll come around when we bring home the gold."
"When we bring home the gold," She repeated. "I like the sound of that."