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Dafydd felt his heart do a little somersault at Hartley’s words. Might have been missing him a little too much? Oh, Merlin. If Hartley kept saying things like that, he was going to turn into a puddle right there. "Yeah?" he said softly, his teasing lilt barely covering the warmth in his voice. "Funny, I was missing you a little too much too. Guess that makes us even."
A breathless laugh escaped him as Hartley handed him the bouquet, his heart positively aching at how effortlessly sweet his boyfriend was. "You really know how to make a bloke feel special," he murmured, brushing his fingers over the petals. The moment stretched, warm and golden, until Hartley raised that ever-curious eyebrow, pulling him back into the present. Right—the surprise.
"Mm, maybe," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face. He bit his lip, glancing toward the bedroom. The buzzing was still present, but it was gradually starting to lessen. "Alright, eyes shut, no peeking! And... no hexing if you don't like it."
After he made his way over to the spare room and opened the door, the cruppy immediately pounced with an enthusiasm only a baby creature could muster. Daf, watching with bated breath, couldn't help but laugh. Then tiny ball of caramel-coloured energy shot past him, two tails wagging like a wind-up toy gone rogue. In a flash, the cruppy barreled straight into the living room, its little paws skidding across the floor. With a joyous yip, it launched itself right at Hartley's legs, bouncing up in an attempt to climb him like a tree.
"Surprise!" he announced, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I, uh... may have adopted us a little troublemaker."
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