Just a few short scenes that show they will do anything to make the other happy. I started these separately previously, but decided to just put it together to show the little things they do for each other.

(...) Sonny's POV (...)

I shake my head when I look at the pile of laundry in our bedroom. I asked him three days ago to get this washed and dried, but as usual I am going to have to do it myself. I pick up the full pile and carry it to the washing machine. When I started the first wash I receive a text message:

'Just got a phone call about that weekend job I applied for... interview tomorrow.'

I smile and answer:

'Wow, well done, I am one proud boyfriend.'

'Don't have the job yet...'

'You will, I'm not worried.'

'I am though... what should I wear...'

I bite my bottom lip and look at the pile of laundry still left in front of the machine. Most of his clothes need washing and he won't be home until late tonight. I decide to not really answer the question, but just flirt a bit to distract him:

'Whatever you wear you will look amazing.'

I lean forward and dig in the pile of clothes. I look for his good dark blue jeans, and his light blue shirt. When I find it I lay it on top of the machine, ready to go in after this wash is done. Then I walk to his ward robe I shake my head when I find his good shoes under a load of stuff that should have been thrown away months ago. His blue jacket seems alright and I hang it in front of an open window. I pick up the shoes and sit myself down to polish them until they shine as new. The whole evening I watch TV with one eye and I am doing laundry at the same time. I wash his clothes, iron his shirt, and polish his shoes. At eleven o'clock I decide to go to bed, as I have an early shift in the morning and I grab my phone and text:

'I'm going to sleep, miss you, love you.'

'Sorry babe for being so late... am almost coming home, will try not to wake you.'

I lay down and hug his pillow close to my chest. I am tired and soon I drift off to sleep. When I wake up it is because I feel two soft lips on mine. I open my eyes and smile contently when I see transparent blue eyes close to mine.

"Morning."

"Morning."

His hand is resting on my naked chest and his other hand is holding his head up, while he is laying on his side facing me.

"What time is it."

"6.30, you have 15 minutes before you have to get out of bed."

I smile and bite my bottom lip:

"You better have a good reason to wake me up 15 minutes too early, Horton."

"I do..."

His voice is sweet and I am a bit surprised by the serious tone of it. His hand leaves my chest and cups my face to point it towards him. He shakes his head and leans in to kiss me softly. When he pulls back he quietly says:

"You did my laundry... and you polished my shoes... and you even ironed my shirt."

He leans in again and I enjoy the lingering kiss he gives me while letting his hand go through my hair. When he lets go I smile:

"Well, you can't go to a job interview looking like a slob."

He smiles but his voice remains serious when he replies:

"You are so sweet... thank you so much."

I look into his eyes, blue as the sky and deep as the ocean, and I know that I am happy to do all his laundry and iron all his shirts for the rest of our lives. I just flash him my brightest smile and say softly:

"You're welcome, lazybones."

(...) Will's POV (...)

I close my economics book with a sigh and promise myself that tonight I can just take some time off. The clock tells me Sonny is almost coming home and I find myself smiling at the thought alone. I love being home with Sonny for a whole evening, and decide to get dinner started. I look through the fridge and try to find something that Sonny really likes. When there isn't anything in particular I choose to just cook some fish and carrots, and while I get started the door opens. When I turn around my gorgeous dark haired boyfriend comes in and I immediately see he is tired. As always he throws his keys on the desk, followed by his phone and finally his jacket. I smile when he buries both his hands in his silky hair while taking a deep breath. His eyes are soft when they meet mine and he smiles slightly:

"Hi babe..."

"Hi honey... you OK?"

"Yeah... tired though... busy day."

"Why don't you relax for a while... I'll make dinner."

He walks over to me and I enjoy the feeling of his sweet lips on mine, even though it is just for a short moment. His eyes screen the kitchen counter and he squints his eyes slightly when he says:

"Fish and carrots?"

"Yeah..."

I can see a slight disappointment on his face, and before he can walk away I pull him towards me.

"What... you want something else..."

"No... it's OK I guess... not the best I have ever had... but it's fine..."

"Sorry honey... this is all we have..."

His lips brush mine again and he smiles tiredly.

"It's fine babe... I'm just going to take a quick shower while you do this."

I just nod and watch him walk to our bathroom. I suddenly remember a conversation we had a few weeks ago:

"So what's your favourite Sonny?"

"I don't know... I don't really care I guess..."

"I don't believe that... everyone has a favourite sweet... that particular sweet you want to eat when you're tired after a long day at work..."

"Let's just... I don't want to say..."

"What? Why not?"

His eyes looked down and I could see he was embarrassed. I decided to get it out of him, no matter what, because the very next day that he is tired after a long day at work I will make sure I will get him whatever it is he likes.

"Sonny... tell me... I'm your boyfriend...no secret remember"

"Promise me you won't laugh?"

"I promise Son...now tell me..."

"OK... I love those big bright coloured popsicles."

"What?"

"You said you wouldn't laugh Will... so just pretend this is normal please...

I can't help but smile at the memory of that conversation. My grown up and independent boyfriend likes big bright coloured popsicles and today seems like a day he could do with one. I decide to put the fish in the oven and to put the carrots in some boiling water. Then I write note and put it on the kitchen table: Be right back. I rush out the door and drive myself to the town square where I run into one of those little candy stores. The lady smiles at me and says:

"Just in time... I was about to close."

I just smile and grab a large popsicle, bright as a rainbow, and seconds later I am on my way back and decide to hide my treat until later tonight. When I walk back in Sonny is finishing dinner in his sweats, his hair still dripping wet from a shower. I put my coat on top of his, which is still on my desk, and leave the popsicle in my coat pocket.

"Hi... thanks for finishing dinner..."

"Hi.. where did you go..."

"Oh, just some errands..."

He looks at me and the little frown on his face tells me he is not buying it. I lean forward and kiss his cheek:

"Don't worry about it honey... we have a whole evening together to look forward to..."

His frown leaves and instead a sweet smile curls around his lips:

"I know... although I will probably fall asleep on the couch... I am just so tired."

He starts telling me about his day at work, and suddenly some frustrations come to the surface. His dark eyes grow slightly darker and his hands gesture while his voice is dripping with irritation about the attitude of some of his employees. While he talks we eat our dinner, and I smile we he finishes his rant with:

"Anyway... I'll let it go..."

"Yeah... your good at that, aren't you..."

I immediately regret teasing him because he starts all over again:

"Honestly Will... I don't understand why they would do that and think it is absolutely normal..."

"I know honey... just try to relax."

He smiles a bit guilty and I stand up to get rid of our dirty plates. When I reach for the soap he suddenly grabs my hand:

"Let's leave the dishes and curl up on the couch..."

"You really had a bad day didn't you..."

"Yeah... I just want to cuddle and forget all about it."

I leave the dirty plates in the sink and let him pull me towards the couch. But before we sit down and get comfortable I pull myself from his grip:

"Hang on... I got you something..."

"You did?... see I knew you were not running errands."

"Just sit down."

"What is it..."

"Do you remember a few weeks ago and we talked about our favourite sweet after a long day at work?"

"Yeah..."

I pull the popsicle out of my coat pocket and wave it proudly in the air:

"Look what I got..."

He is smiling and just sitting there. His eyes are all soft and sweet and his smile is brighter than the sun:

"You went out to get me a popsicle?"

"I sure did... and I was just in time because the lady was about to close..."

"You went out and got me a popsicle."

Suddenly I am in his arms and his lips are on mine. I wrap my arms around his waist while I am still holding the sweet in my hand. His hands are around my neck, almost possessive while pulling me closer towards him. His lips don't leave any room for breathing and I feel slightly out of breath. But the feeling of his lips on mine and his tongue stroking mine is heavenly, and I am unable to resist him. When he finally lets go I have to hold his hips to stay on my feet:

"Wow..."

He pulls me in for a close hug and his breath his warm against my ear:

"You got me a popsicle..."

"Yeah... and after what just happened... I will get you a popsicle every single day."

He is laughing and stroking my back while he whispers:

"I had a bad day and this is just the sweetest thing ever..."

We pull back and get comfortable on the couch. He unwraps his sweet and I just look at him with a smile on my face while he starts sucking on the enormously bright popsicle. I shake my head, and when his eyes meet mine I just have to say it:

"You are so very cute..."

I pull him against my chest so I can just watch him enjoy his sweet and let my hands touch his hair at the same time. Every now and then he holds up the popsicle and asks me I want to lick it. And every time I just shake my head and softly say:

"No, I'm alright."

And I am definitely alright. In my arms is the sweetest, kindest, and most genuine person I know. And after a bad day at work I was able to make him feel better. And most of all... he is just adorably cute being all happy with this childish candy. I lean forward and kiss his temple whispering softly:

"I love you cutie pants..."

(...) Will's POV (...)

For the last time I try to imagine the deep red colour on the wall of our bedroom, and again I conclude that it will look nice. Ever since we moved in Sonny has been suggesting to paint the wall red, but so far we have both been too busy to be bothered, and the white walls were more than acceptable. But today I have a whole day off and Sonny is working until six, so I am determined to make this happen. First I cover up all the furniture with plastic, and then I get all the paint gear ready. Finally I put on my old jeans and an old white shirt I found on the bottom of my closet and then I get started with the painting. It takes about two hours and then I am more than happy with the result. While waiting for it to dry a bit, I make myself a nice lunch and watch some boring early afternoon TV. Then I put on another layer of red paint which makes me feel completely satisfied. I get rid of the paint and the brushed, as well as the plastic, and smile when I see the end result. Even though the paint is still wet it looks really nice. However, due to all the hard work I have forgotten the time and I almost jump up when I hear the door open and close, and the familiar sound of keys and a phone being dropped on the desk. I turn around and walk into our living room.

"Hi sexy..."

He walks straight up to me to give me a nice kiss and I smile when we let go.

"I have a surprise for you..."

He tilts his head slightly in a silent request to tell me what it is. I grab both his hands and say enthusiastically:

"Close your eyes."

"And then what..."

"Just close your eyes Sonny..."

He looks at me one more time and then he closes his eyes. His hands hold mine in a firm grip and I lead him slowly towards our bedroom. He sticks his nose in the air and says:

"Smells like paint..."

I immediately let go of his wrists and with a smile he opens his eyes.

"Way to ruin a surprise Sonny..."

"Sorry babe..."

Before he can say anymore his eyes drift to the red wall. I see the change in his face and fall a little bit more in love when I see the sweetness in his eyes.

"You painted the wall..."

"You like it?"

"Will, honey... I love it..."

"Good."

He just stands in the middle of our bedroom and smiles:

"Wow... this looks great."

And I just stand near the door, enjoying the site of my sweet boyfriend all happy with his newly painted wall. We decide to go to the pub for dinner and after a nice long sit down we head back home. Soon after we curl up in each other and try to fall asleep. It takes only a while when I feel an unusual kind of tension in his body and I lift my head up from his chest:

"Sonny... you OK?"

"Yeah..."

"Sonny..."

"It's just the smell of the paint..."

I sit up and put a light on. I see the guilt written on his face and can't do anything else than to kiss him softly.

"What's with the smell of the paint babe..."

"Makes me feel sick... I am so sorry Will..."

"No, you can't help that... but I am not sure how to take it away though."

He laughs softly and shakes his head:

"How disappointing are you, can't even get rid of paint smell..."

I hesitantly mention an alternative option, but my face must tell him that I am not very happy with this option:

"You could sleep on the couch..."

He doesn't seem very happy with it either, but neither of us has a better idea, so he grabs his pillow and a sheet and heads to the living room. I turn the light off and lay back down, trying to get comfortable again, but after several minutes of tossing and turning I hear Sonny walk back into the bedroom:

"Will?"

"Yeah."

"That was the most stupid idea you have ever had."

I put the light back on and smile at my boyfriend who is standing in front of me, half naked:

"So now what..."

He shrugs his shoulders and I continue:

"We can't sleep on the couch together, one of us will fall off..."

Suddenly his eyes light up and he pulls me from our bed. He starts pulling on the mattress and when I am not helping him soon enough he says:

"I could do with some help babe..."

"What are you doing..."

"Putting our mattress in the living room... that way we do not have to sleep in paint air, but I can hold you and kiss you all I want..."

I am still not helping him and just stare at him until he looks into my eyes. I smile:

"Please tell me that after I help you get that mattress all the way into the living room there is more in it for me that just a cuddle and a kiss."

He shakes his head, but his smiling eyes are showing his true feelings. He mumbles softly:

"Just help me out..."

"Promise me."

I put my hands on my waist and lift my eyebrows while I wait for him to look at me. When he finally does he says:

" I promise... now give me a hand."

Moments later we fall down on our mattress, which is positioned between our couch and our kitchen table. Sonny smiles, pulls the duvet up to his ears and whispers a goodnight, but I pull the duvet away from him and replace it with my body. The feeling of his body under mine is enough to drive me crazy and I lean in to kiss him deeply. After a while he pulls back slightly and I let go of his lips. He looks into my eyes and whispers softly:

"Thank you so much for painting the wall... it's perfect..."

Just before I capture his lips with mine again I breath:

"I'll paint the world for you..."

When our lips meet I suddenly feel him move and before I know it I am on my back and he is on top of me, without ever breaking the kiss. But when we eventually do let go, his lips suck a trail to my ear and I moan softly while he nibbles on my skin. His voice is husky, deep and sexy when he has the last word:

"You already did."