Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Finland: Picture Perfect?

Joe's POV:

"Okay close your eyes, I've got you a present. Hold your hands out Miss Buswell. " I pull the small disposable camera from my pocket and place it on her soft palms, chuckling as her eyes crease in confusion as she attempts to figure out what it is without looking. " Okay you can open now, don't be too disappointed in it okay? It was just a cute little thing I thought we could use while we were away. Not for social media or vlogs, just for...for just us moments." I ramble on, suddenly nervous that she will think it's stupid. "Joe! That's so cool! I've always wanted one for holidays and stuff because an actual photo makes everything more special! How many pictures can we take on it? I love it!" she gushes, reaching out to cup my face and smiling up at me, the dimple on her cheek prominent. Twisting as awkwardly as I can, I face her across the narrow plane seats, " Twenty seven I think, but I brought a few others in my suitcase just in case we filled it too quickly. I'm glad you like the idea." Pushing the hair off her face lightly, I press a kiss to her temple, capturing the moment on our new camera. Grinning up at me, she whispers " Twenty-six and counting, let's make this holiday special." As we land, she grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly, the anticipation of the descent clearly making her uneasy. " So Di, what are you most excited to see in ever-icy Finland?" I pry, rubbing a thumb over her hand and trying to distract her from the landing. Laughing in a childlike manner, she looks up and me and simply replies, " Santa, duh!" The two of us are suddenly laughing like lunatics, all apprehension gone and the plane is now safely parked at the gate and doors open for us to depart. Note to future self: distracting Dianne Is incredibly easy once you get her laughing.

After a chaotic few days travelling, exploring and creating special memories in Finland, I am more than ready to collapse in the cloud like bed. Glancing at the beautiful redhead tucked under my arm, I unlock the door to our winter cabin and hurry us through the door, into the heat. Flopping on the sofa in a heap, I pull Dianne's shaking body closer, attempting to share my body heat with her and warm her up but failing. "Jo..Joseph. This is the most amazing holiday/ gift I have ever been given. I'm loving every second already and I never ever want to leave. Thank you. I love you. I can't even explain what's going through my head right now because I think I have brain freeze but I love you."

The last two days have been magical to say the least and i'm actually sad to be going home soon, we will definitely have to come back and visit this place again. We have taken enough pictures to last a lifetime, both on our phones and on the disposable cameras, my personal favourite being the one of us in the inflatable sled, smiling and laughing as always; definitely Instagram worthy in my opinion. Some of my all time favourites are those pictures that I've taken without Dianne knowing, the candid's where she is taking in the world, gazing in awe or simply staring off into the distance. My Dot knows she's "fit" and athletic but I don't think she understands just how beautiful she truly is; this little ol west country boy is 100% punching above his weight. I know that a few comments and internet trolls have had their say online recently, so I'm putting a little plan into action when we get home, just to prove how special this crazy, redhaired Australian is to me.

Dianne's POV:

Arriving home from our magical winter break, we spent a few days just having a little downtime before the chaos of life takes over again with my rehearsals for the strictly professionals tour and Joseph's multiple secret projects that he is working away on. After an action packed day of meetings and dance routines, I jump into an uber and make my way back home, planning to have a quick shower and make dinner for the pair of us; What time did Joe say he would be back? I think it was 6pm he said but I can't really remember. Anyways, it's 4.30pm now so I should have plenty of time to make us something nice, a nice glass of red wine and a few candles. Joseph has just been my absolute rock lately, from the holiday treat, to making sure I have food packed for training and even ensuring my clothes get washed so I can always find my favourite sports bra. "Miss, we are here." the soft tone of my driver pulls me from my thoughts and I quickly gather my dance bag and the other bits I've gathered, stumbling ungracefully out of the back of the car, tucking my hair into my hood to avoid being readily recognised whilst I walk the few steps to our apartment entrance.