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[hisbutler-sebastian]

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Their hands connecting caused the same electric feeling as earlier on; Sebastian knew his parents had made the right choice with Amelia from this feeling alone, and he would certainly be thanking them later. 

The raven haired man hoped his hand hadn’t gotten clammy, and his nerves where kept solely in the tingling feeling in his chest. He kept a slower pace, just a step behind, in an attempt to savior this moment.

“I do, I love cats. I had a cat growing up, unfortunately she passed away a few years back.” A solemn look cast on his expression for a moment, then it was replaced with a small smile. “It was due to old age, thankfully nothing awful happened to her. I take it you like cats too?” 

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Anniversary #5

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Sebastian had truly out done himself this year for their anniversary - He had booked a balcony suite for them to watch La Traviata at the Royal Opera House. It was a bittersweet performance, but enjoyable none the less.  Sebastian extended a gloved hand for his Wife to take her seat, following suit when she did and began ridding of his coat, passing it to the gentlemen waiting to hang it up.  Turning to his wife, he gave a full smile.  “Excited, darling?” 

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Sebastian watched her for a moment; he got the feeling she felt self conscious about what she had said, although he himself found it admirable. It took guts to be that open about yourself and look inward. A lot of people spent too much of their time looking around to find things or people to judge. 

He found himself liking Amelia more and more. Love was definitely possible, he thought.

“Yes, of course. Your parents may think I have kidnapped you or something.” He chuckled, getting to his feet he held out his hand. 

“If it isn’t too bold, mind if we walk back hand in hand?” 

[hisbutler-sebastian]

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Sebastian shrugged and shot Amelia a sheepish grin; He had been caught. 

“That doesn’t mean it isn’t true, intent aside, I believe hard work is up to personal interpretation.” His stomach done somersaults as the red leaned up against him. He wanted to press his nose into her hair and wrap her into a hug; but those urges would have to wait for another time. 

“Hmmm.” His gaze wondered to a small speck on the floor in front of him. He thought for a moment. “I’m not sure I understand why it would be a problem?” Brown eyes now looking into hazel. 

“I suppose it’s why we would make an ideal couple? I have real world experience which can help you, and you can teach me how to properly take care of a plant. Sadly all mine have died.” He grinned. 

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“Spoiling them is all the fun, is it not?” He smiled and momentarily realised they where talking about children. Their children. Sebastian felt a warmth in his chest at the thought, until the reality set in on how you make a child; sending the warmth from his chest to his face. 

“Erm, yes, I suppose I am proud...” He thought for a moment about his success, and if pride was something he felt, or obligation to do well for those around him? Was he proud of that? Sebastian didn’t fully know yet, but if he had anything to be thankful for his business, it was meeting Amelia. 

“Do you work? I wasn’t sure if I caught that earlier in conversation.” 

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Sebastian chuckled lightly whilst nodding his head in agreement. 

“Ah, it does get rather boring; perhaps he thought you should be having fun instead.” The taller glanced at the redhead, and caught her in thought for the 3rd time that day. Her face had fallen somewhat into a barely noticeable frown, though just as quick as the expression set, he could tell she internally shook something out of her mind. 

Should he pry?

Actually, more than that - she just referred to him as husband. Sebastian felt a blush burn up his neck and kiss the tips of his ears. His heart lurched in his chest as a warm, tingling feeling settled in his stomach. Husband. 

Brown eyes following her to the bench, he reacted quickly and sat beside her. 

“Well, I would be more than happy to teach my wife if she was interested.” He gave Amelia a full toothed smile. 

“Yes, they’re very proud. I am also. I feel like I can give back to them. Plus, I have the means for our future children to lead blessed lives, not that you couldn’t provide that also.” 

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Sebastian could see how Sunflowers would be her favourite; she was the human embodiment of it. In the mere hours of being in Amelia’s presence, Sebastian had been overjoyed and full with a pleasant hopefulness of their future. The woman’s hair and smile beamed like a sunflower in full bloom, making certain to catch your eye. Most definitely, sunflower was her flower. 

He watched as she spoke and nodded in agreement, humming softly as he did. He let his eyes wonder the greenhouse, falling upon a small bed of beautiful lilac flowers. Stepping toward them, he placed his index finger against the petal, being sure to remain delicate with the plant. 

“I am somewhat of an entrepreneur.” He said, turning to face her again. 

“I invest money into smaller businesses and aid them financially until their growth. I will offer to be bought out of my share, and then move onto the next. I also meddle in stocks, somewhat.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he gave a small shrug. “Boring stuff, really.” 

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Umber eyes trained on the red head, he awaited her response. Yet again, she seemed lost in thought. This time however, Amelia appeared to be a little further off than previous times, he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

He suddenly became vaguely aware of the heat within the green room, his index finger attempting to loosen his shirt discreetly. 

“Welcome back to the real world, Miss.Pond.” He took the opportunity to smell the rose and smiled at the sweet scent. “You done wonderfully rearing them. Roses are my favourite, though I think that is fairly common.” His eyes found Amelia’s.

“Do you have a favourite?”