The Years Between || G.W

2008- Lee's POV

***A/N*** Hey guys! Sorry, this is out a little later in the week than normal, I read four books in the last two days and forgot that I had one of my own to write (oops! lol) This chapter is mostly Lee and Walter fluff, which is my favourite sort of fluff let's be honest. 

I'll be back next week with a Violet POV (unless of course, you want to see something else, leave your suggestions in the comments!) Love you all and see you next week! Toodles! xx

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"We should do something today," I say to Walter, closing the book I was working on.

Walter hums as he waters that Merlin forsaken plant on the mantle of the fireplace. Alright it's a good plant, but ugly as sin. No matter what I do, Wally refuses to get rid of it.

"A date," I say to him.

He laughs, a light and airy laugh that I adore so much, "A date," he echoes.

I sit up on the sofa and pull my legs under me, "Yeah! Like... I dunno."

He turns to look at me, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his slender hips. I take a minute to appreciate the man standing in front of me, everything about him sends shivers down my spine.

"Thought we were having a lazy Sunday?" He asks me setting the little watering can down beside his ugly plant, "You, me, Piper..."

"We can have a lazy day outside my love," I say to him, "Walks through the park? Seeing the sights."

Walter comes over to the sofa and pulls me up to my feet, holding me close enough for a kiss but he doesn't close the gap, "I really don't want to put on clothes today," He whispers, his breath smells like a mixture of coffee and his spearmint toothpaste."

"Go out in your pyjamas then," I whisper back, "Who cares?"

He places a tender kiss on my forehead and I melt into his touch, breathing in his scent, stale cigarettes and that cologne I got him for Christmas, "Would it make you happy if I go out with you today?" He mumbles against my skin.

"The happiest," I respond."

He sighs and kisses my forehead a few more times before letting me go, "Let me get changed then... and you should too."

I scoff, "What's wrong with this?" I spread my arms out, showing off my ratty Queen t-shirt and my boxers, "I think I look pretty good."

"Oh you do," Walter laughs, "Not saying you don't. But I'd prefer to be the only one seeing you in your pants."

I smile and Walter laughs, winking at me before leaving the living room and heading to our room.

I sigh and look at Piper who is lying on the settee, "Don't look at me like that," I say to her before going after Walter.

I stand in the doorway, watching him put himself together. He chooses between a few different jumpers before deciding on one that I got him from a second-hand shop. When he pulls it over his head it messes his hair even more than it already was. It's intimate you know? Watching someone put themselves together for the day.

Walter travels to the other side of the room, standing in front of the mirror we have in the corner. He shakes his head and I can see the blush creeping up onto his cheeks, "You're just going to stand there and watch me?" He says, reaching for a brush that sits on top of a pile of books that won't fit on my bookshelf.

"Yeah," I say in a soft voice, "I think I might."

Walter runs the brush through his hair a few times, tugging the knots out of his hair that I put in it last night, "You're a prat," He says to me, glancing in my direction through the mirror.