(We'll say they're in like First Grade)
Oli was giggling and wobbling around the garden, trying to get away from Philip since they were playing tag. Philip's mother was sitting on the swinging bench, watching the two as she knitted them little sweaters.
Philip giggled and wobbled up to him and tagged him. "You're it!"
They both tumbled over and fell on the ground and fell into a giggling fit. Philip took one of the pink roses from his mother's garden and put it in Oli's hair. "Woo can be my flower!"
Oli blushed and giggled.
Philip's mother looked up and let out a small laugh. "That's a silly nickname." She smiled. She always loved the sweet bond between the two boys and always knew they loved each other dearly.
"That's otay...he cwan call me his flower..." Oli giggled and kissed Philip's cheek. "Mwah!"
Philip giggled and wrapped his arms around Oli super tight, trapping him in a comfortable hug.
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"Hey, baby boy?"
"Yes Phili?"
"Remember when I called you 'my flower' when we were both little?"
"Awh...yeah." Oli giggled and sat onto his husband's lap, looking up into his eyes.
Philip's face reddened and he let out a small chuckle. "My flower..."
"Your Flower Phili...just yours..."
