"I have a surprise for you." Jane gently covered her eyes with his hands,rough and callused, smelling of hay and pine needles.
Her eyebrows shot up, a smirky smile playing on her lips. "Yeah? What kind?"
"The good kind. The kind that makes you go, 'aww'."
"Mmm-hmm," she remarked, stifling a laugh. "Okay. Lead me."
He steered her to the left, then to the right, then spun her a couple times for good measure. He took his hands away and made an elaborate flourish towards the small creature in the the pen he had led her to.
'Oh...oh my god, Jane, what?" She laughed in surprise and joy, and leaned down to touch the fuzzy animal on it's nose.
"Do you want to hold her?"
"I...can I?" It nuzzled her fingers, prompting a squeal from her when it nibbled at her fingertips.
"She's yours. Course you can." He leaned down and picked up the wobbly lamb and carefully placed it in his wife's arms.
It bleated pathetically and struggled a moment before relaxing into her chest and closing it's tired eyes. Lisbon locked eyes with Jane, her smile saying it all.
"I just thought," he began with a shrug, but didn't get the rest of his words out. His wife's mouth was pressed to his, and he couldn't quite remember why saying things had ever been important.