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Prompto had considered a return to the same resort that he and Liz had shipped off to a year ago for their honeymoon, but with so many islands down in the Caribbean to enjoy (and without Summer footing some of the bill as a wedding gift), he figured he should angle for something a little different. But once he saw one of the islands with a relatively affordable resort on it was called St. Lucia...well...
How could he not?
They'd arrived yesterday, of course, and they took a lot of time to just sort of get a lay of the land and a feel for the place and tried to relax on the beach for a nice St. Lucian (!!) sunset, but most of that time was also spent trying very hard (and failing) to not constantly check their phones and text Gladio about how things were going with Noctra, if there were any troubles, was she eating okay? She didn't seem to be crying or upset or distraught they were gone, did she? Did they need them to come home? They could come home!
But Gladio had been very patient at reassuring them, and, when that patience started to slip, he just had Ignis take over with the reassurances, and, between the two of them (and the mention that Nell had also offered to help if needed, too), Prompto was able to at least relax enough to eventually get some rest and look forward to at least a few more days of worrying in paradise.
He really did hope that Saturday would be less worrying and flailing as they started to get more familiar with the idea of it being just the two of them to enjoy the sun and the warmth and each other's company.
There was a little stab of guilt for it, but, Prompto had to admit, it was really nice actually sleeping in and being woken up by the warmth and the sun and snuggling into his wife beside him in bed without any kids or cats immediately demanding attention, and just gave a happy, contented sigh.
[[ mostly for the wife, obviously, but can be open for texts and calls that will definitely not induce flailing, really! ]]
How could he not?
They'd arrived yesterday, of course, and they took a lot of time to just sort of get a lay of the land and a feel for the place and tried to relax on the beach for a nice St. Lucian (!!) sunset, but most of that time was also spent trying very hard (and failing) to not constantly check their phones and text Gladio about how things were going with Noctra, if there were any troubles, was she eating okay? She didn't seem to be crying or upset or distraught they were gone, did she? Did they need them to come home? They could come home!
But Gladio had been very patient at reassuring them, and, when that patience started to slip, he just had Ignis take over with the reassurances, and, between the two of them (and the mention that Nell had also offered to help if needed, too), Prompto was able to at least relax enough to eventually get some rest and look forward to at least a few more days of worrying in paradise.
He really did hope that Saturday would be less worrying and flailing as they started to get more familiar with the idea of it being just the two of them to enjoy the sun and the warmth and each other's company.
There was a little stab of guilt for it, but, Prompto had to admit, it was really nice actually sleeping in and being woken up by the warmth and the sun and snuggling into his wife beside him in bed without any kids or cats immediately demanding attention, and just gave a happy, contented sigh.
[[ mostly for the wife, obviously, but can be open for texts and calls that will definitely not induce flailing, really! ]]
