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A: Yes! My area has a park with a lake that you can fish in, but my family hasn't gone fishing in a while.

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After settling your differences and the confession at the carnival, you and Brian have been going out more and doing things together for fun and friendly competition (most of which just ends up having the both of you praise each other). Amanda had left for college a month ago, and you spent of your time with him and his daughter. Daisy was fond of you and enjoyed your company whenever her dad had to leave for work.

Brian's schedule had lightened up recently, and noticing that he had been a little stressed, you suggested an outing. You were the one to plan most of it and only told him to bring the usual camp stuff. Whenever he tried to ask you about the activities, you would skip his question and simply answer with "Secret!" or "It's a surprise!". Basically, it was unknown to the bearded man as to what you had planned for the outing.

Currently, you were leading Brian to the area as he wore a bandana to cover his eyes.

"Sometimes you act like a child," he chuckled as you lead him by hand. You hushed him as the both of you stopped for a moment.

"Okay, we're here. Remove the blind fold."

He removed the cloth and he grinned from ear to ear.

It was the lake the both of you had fished in with Amanda and Daisy. Everything was set up just like last time, with some extra things like foldable chairs just by the lake and more food. Brian turned to you but you were already ahead, walking to the area.

"We don't have the kids and Maxwell," you said, gesturing to the place.

"But... do you like it? I tried my best to replicate our first fishing outing. Y'know, for nostalgia."

Brian went up to you. Unsure of what to do, you watched as he simply stood in front of you. Panic and worry started to flood your mind. Brian looked around, was there something off? He then looked down at your (shorter) figure, was he thinking of things you could've done to make it better? He wore a neutral expression, maybe something was on your face?

Brian's laugh broke you away from those thoughts as you felt strong arms wrap around you and hoist you up. The world blurred around, and you finally realized that Brian just spun you around in a hug. Once he set you down, you wobbled a bit in an attempt to readjust to the spinning. Brian didn't notice your predicament as he looked around, letting the good feeling of nostalgia kick in.

(Your Name) captured everything perfectly, Brian thought to himself, smiling.

"What's first on the agenda?" he asked, turning to you. You blinked to make sure your eyes were working properly again, and you pointed at the canoe that was already in the water.

"Some fishing," you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world (which it was).

"Also, you know I've been working on my techniques. I'm determined to at least catch a fish or two more than you."

"Is that so?" he smirked.

The both of you raced each other to the canoe, but once you got there the two of you offered to let the other go on first in an attempt to see who can be more gentlemen-like. That went on for a minute or two, until Brian stated that it would be a bit hard for you to push the boat into the water with Brian and the supplies on it. As much as you hated to admit that, it was a fact. So with a bit of sulking in your failed attempt to impress him, you hopped into the boat. The bearded man pushed the boat into the water and got in it in time.

As you both paddled to the middle of the lake, it was silent--the comfortable kind, thankfully. The water quietly splashed against the boat, birds chirped happily in the skies, and the wind blew calmly against the trees. It was such a nice day, and you were glad for planning this out well. You glanced at Brian who was already putting bait on his line. Watching him in his element was somewhat relaxing--his faint smile and confident eyes as he worked efficiently and quickly on the knots and ends shone brightly.

Damn him for looking so handsome.

"Aren't you going to fish?" he asked. You hummed as you leaned on the canoe with your hand on your chin (while keeping mind to not put to much weight on one side; you wouldn't want another falling mishap).

"I'm giving you a five-minute head start," you said.

"You're gonna regret being generous," he whistled. He skillfully spun the line above him before throwing the line. You lost track of where the bait went until a little ripple is seen fifteen feet away. The red floater also popped out of the water.

You decide to work on your fishing rod as well. Thanks to Brian, you had really gotten better at fishing. Heck, you even got proper gear and a bit of your equipment was even better than the fishing expert (a very little bit). Though you didn't have any plans to have fishing as something really important in your life, being out with Brian was one reason fishing was fun.

From there, the two of you just fished. The silence got boring, so you found yourself telling Brian a college story about how your lunch was stolen by a bird during an outing.

"And that's when the bird swoops in from the tree and just takes my sandwich! Just like--BAM! Out of my hands. Can you believe that?" you huffed, reeling in a fish. You heard Brian laugh mirthfully.

"What did you do after?" he asked as he helped you pull the fish into the boat.

"Craig and some friends helped pitch in to buy me some food, but the only thing the nearby store sold was a salad. It wasn't even good."

Now it was Brian's turn to set his line out, since he recommended to take turns so as to help each other in case one if you caught a big one. Just as Brian threw his line and sat down, he glanced at your direction to see you staring at the sky. Your face was full of serenity and wonder, and seeing you with such a face reminded him of how much he loved you.

"You seem to have a knack for the skies, huh (Y/N)?" he spoke, looking up to where your attention was. A jet had just passed through a cloud, leaving a straight trail of smoke within it. Brian felt his pockets for his phone to take a picture but couldn't find it; he must've left it in the car.

You gave it some thought. "I do. I guess you can compare it to how you enjoy being out in the waters."

"Something about the world above everything is just so fascinating. Isn't the sky just beautiful? In the day, it's a blue canvas with floating cotton, and at night it's a dark abyss with glistening jewels..." your voice became quieter as you it went on.

"It just makes me want to wonder what's beyond the blue."

Brian was smiling even more. As much as he loved talking about he things he was passionate about, you usually kept those things to yourself. Times like these when you just talked were the best for him, because he loved hearing your voice and seeing you get all giddy about something.

Over the time that the both of you were together, he had learned to stop unintentionally one-upping people. Sure, he still did it in occasion because it was, as he's mentioned before, genuine pride and a part of his personality. However, he realized that it was more fun to listen to what people enjoyed without butting in his own story.

"Brian? Hello, hello, Brian?"

He snapped out. You were reeling in his line for him. Brian realized that he was too caught up about daydreaming about you that the line ran far, and he was basically staring at you like a creep. The man offered to take the fishing pole, and you handed it over to him.

"A lot of these are big fish," you said, looking into the container filled with fish swimming in it.

"We should bring these back to shore, the boat's kinda sinking."

Brian looked over to see that the boat was going down. You expressed a plan to put the smaller ones back into the lake, and he obliged. Once those fish were set free and the boat was holding better, you and Brian paddled back to shore safely. The amount of fish caught was going over twenty, and your catch got mixed in with his so no one knew who caught more.

"Even if we have no deciding winner, this is a good haul," he beamed, patting you on the back. The force was stronger than you expected so you ended up almost tripping forward, to which Brian apologized for.

"Can we just say I won? Just this time?" you asked innocently. He raised a brow at you with a smile.

"Deciding a winner like that isn't gonna cut it," he said.

"What will it take for you to declare me as the superior fisherman?"

He pointed to his lips, "A kiss."

Shaking your head, you went over and gave him a quick kiss.

"Anyway," you said, turning to the sky to see the sun nearing the horizon. "We spent more for fishing than I expected."

Before Brian could speak, you held up a hand. He kept silent as the wind blew by and slowly increased in strength; it was like you had called the winds. You went to the lake shore and dipped your finger into the water before holding it up.

"Are we going to fly kites or something?" Brian deduced, looking over to one of the bag that hadn't been opened. He heard a pout and looked over at you to see you frowning at him with arms crossed.

"It was supposed to be a surprise, Brian," you sighed.

You walked to where the bag was. Picking it up and unzipping it, you handed him a folded kite. Unfolding it, it was a triangular kite with a flap on the bottom that had a hole where the string would go. Ignoring all the technicalities though, the design of the kite was actually his over shirt's pattern with some tails of that were a darker shade of green.

"These are Delta kites," you explained, holding up your kite. It was (color) with a simple pattern of (choice) and tails of a lighter color.

"They easily make use of light wind, but flying anywhere near the lake isn't recommended because if it does in then... we're gonna have problems pulling it out of the water."

You directed Bryan to the east of the lake and said that there was a big enough clearing that wasn't far. After putting back most of the things in the car to avoid animals or possible teenagers hoping to cause trouble, you head out.

As you walked side-by-side with Brian through the forest towards the field, you brought up a question.

"What made you think I liked the sky?"

Brian looked at you. Your attention was on the path.

"I saw you staring at the clouds. You had the expression I would have when I would fish, so naturally I assumed you had an affinity for it," he explained.

By this time, the both of you were already in the field. The wind was already picking up to medium speeds, and on your signal you told Brian to run across the field with you to catch the wind and gain altitude to bring the kite up. A thought came by you that it anyone who would see two dads flying kites in an empty field would think they look weird, but all of that was put aside when both kites were up in the air.

"Hey, watch this!" you called to Brian. Once you knew he was watching, you made your kite do some twirls and spins. Brian called back as you watched his kite do the same, even better than yours actually.

He gave you a grin as you suppressed the urge to dad urge to put up competition.

You two walked around the field guiding your kites around and showing each other tricks. As both of you were within earshot of each other (you kept some distance in case the wind would chance and make your kites crash into each other), Brian had a thought.

"Say, (Y/N)."

You hummed.

"You don't talk about your passion you have for the sky. Why's that?"

Silence.

He saw your face falter, and Brian knew he hit a bad nerve.

"... Alex."

One word was enough.

It was at that moment so many emotions came crashing down. You felt tears go down your cheeks. Not being emotionally prepared to bring up (him/her) up usually lead to you crying, and Amanda was usually the one to comfort you. You got down on the grass to curl up, not wanting Brian to see you this vulnerable. Plus, it was supposed to be a light hearted outing, and the whole vibe was killed in an instant.

You heard your kite fall into the grass from afar, but you also hear another. Footsteps crunch on the grass as warmth enveloped you. You immediately clung unto Brian as he hugged you and rubbed your back as an act of comfort.

"I'm really sorry for asking," he said in the quietest voice you've heard him speak in.

You sniffled, "It's okay."

He wiped your tears with his thumb. Brian pulled away from you a little as he put a hand on your cheek.

"Come on, don't want your face ruined by that look," he spoke, grasping your hands.

"Why don't you turn that frown upside down?"

As much as that cheesy line was used, you put up a smile for him.

Together we can face any challenges as deep as the ocean and as high as the sky.