Zinnia wasn’t as miserable as she had been a few months ago, and to her, that seemed like a good sign. They might not be in love (which always hurt her heart because both Dahlia and Daffy were so happy with their partners), but at least they were starting to become friends. She smiled softly at Rhys, her steps light as they made their way toward the fountain. The sight of him juggling the baskets with such care warmed her heart a touch.

As they reached the fountain, Zin surveyed the greasy area before deciding on a spot that had a little bit of shade so they wouldn’t cook in the sun; the last thing she wanted was for any of them to get sunburned. “This is perfect,” Zinnia declared, lowering herself onto the blanket once Rhys spread it on top of the grass for them. She took a moment to stretch her legs out, adjusting her skirt around her legs so she wouldn’t be indecent in public – Zin could only imagine the rumors that fly because of that. She glanced up once she heard her husband speak, watching him lift Emery into his arms.

“I think you’re right,” Zinnia mused quietly as she leaned forward to riffle through the basket for some of the food she’d brought. “I feel like every time I look at her, I notice something new. She made some new coos this morning, which I was wholly unprepared for. I wasn’t sure what was wrong.” She leaned closer to him. “I think she might have your eyes, but her nose definitely is mine.” They did make a pretty cute baby, even if the circumstances weren’t the best surrounding it.

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