Ditto
Tigger may have been the "spouse" of the hare, but he still couldn't control the way he felt. Although usually a very chipper fellow, the orange animal sometimes found himself becoming very upset when he watched Rabbit work in his garden.
You see, for the yellow critter almost became another person when doing this chore. He was so…gentle. So careful in his actions. He would caress and whisper to his beloved garden. It had always been that way. Rough and gruff with the fellow residents, but so kind towards his fields of crops. If the tiger wasn't his lover, Tigger would've probably been irritated by this.
In some ways, he still was.
The striped animal was so deep in thought, he barely missed Rabbit turning towards him and smiling.
"There, "he said as he dusted off his knees, "I think that's enough for today. And at a good hour, if I do say so myself. That means we're just in time for brunch. Come on, Tigger, let's go get a bite."
The tiger felt himself grin as well, as the hare gently touched his hand. He got up to follow his love. It was moments like that, that made Tigger question however he could be jealous of a silly ol' garden.
