Melon Meadows

Author's note: This story was actually inspired by a dream I had! I would've never thought of it on my own! Which I find amazing, because I've written stories inspired by day dreams (dreams I can control) but never real dreams that I don't control! Cool! This is Ocarina of Time version, FYI. This occurs after my story Link and Zelda's Married Life, but before The Dark Whisper.

Chapter 1- Laundry Collecting

Princess Zelda awoke feeling cold. She rolled around onto her side and discovered the reason. Her husband, Link, was hogging all the sheets and blankets, leaving her uncovered. Her thin cotton nightgown wasn't enough to keep her warm in the cold summer mornings. She grabbed the blankets from Link and started pulling with all her might. Link was holding them quite tightly, even though he was asleep. But the sudden jerk awoke him and he realized he was playing tug-o-war.

"Give me some!" Zelda exclaimed, struggling to get them out of his grasp.

Link grasped the blankets tighter and grinned. "Nope, not unless you get closer!"

Zelda released the blankets, exhausted. "Why didn't you just say so," she muttered, blowing a loose strand of golden hair out of her eyes. She snuggled up close to Link, rubbing her cold nose against his blanketed back.

"Alright, here," Link said with a smile. He rolled around to face his wife and covered her with half of the thick red blanket he was covered with. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his bare chest. "Warmer?" he asked in a whisper.

"Yes," Zelda replied, closing her eyes. "Thanks."

Link was in the middle of planting a kiss on the top of her head when the door opened. Impa came in with a laundry basket. "Sorry to wake you," she whispered. "I just came to collect the laundry."

"That's alright," Link said, leaning his head against Zelda's. "This one woke me up."

Zelda was too comfy and warm to argue back. She just smiled peacefully and buried her nose into Link's soft hair.

"Well, you two always sleep in anyways," Impa said as she walked over to the laundry bin. She opened the lid and drew a pair of boxers out in disgust. She quickly placed it in the basket she had brought and then drew out another pair. And another and another. Link blushed as he watched this. "How many of these do you have?" Impa asked.

"I found a big stash of them under the bed," Zelda replied with a laugh. "Looks like Linky doesn't like cleaning up after himself."

"Or keeping his clothes on," the Sheikah said, rolling her eyes.

Zelda looked up and stroked Link's red cheek. "Little Linky, you're so cute." That made Link's blush deepen even more.

Finally, after Impa had fished all the under things out of the hamper, she relaxed a little. All that was left to take out were dresses and tunics - lots of them. Tunics of many different colors. Red, green, blue, gold, white, black, and violet. "Violet?" Impa asked, confused. "That isn't much of a manly color."

"Hey! At least I don't have pink!" Link barked back. But Zelda soothed him by patting the top of his head.

"I call him Vio when he wears that one," the princess told her bodyguard. "Short for violet."

Impa nodded and dropped the violet tunic into the basket. "Well, that's the last of 'em," she said, shutting the now-empty hanger. She turned to leave but then stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Oh, the king says that there's a meeting being held in half an hour. You better hurry if you don't want to be late." With that, she left.