Despite the fact that Vianna wasn't able to fall asleep, she was very deeply distracted by her daydreaming to notice that the young man before her was moving, turning around and facing her. She was oblivious to this, her crystal blue eyes remaining closed as she saw imaginative scenes instead, just quietly daydreaming about things that made her happy. Her husband being very high up on that list, of course, alongside little Gabe. She remembered the time she'd spent with Ferris that day, how they'd raced and she'd cheated as always, how amusing it had been to see his startled expression when she had begun running before getting to the number three on their countdown. She smiled at this memory, and a very brief, second-long giggle escaped her lips as she remembered the two of them stumbling down onto the ground. She was quick to return to silence, though, not wanting to awake her husband. But the smile remained on her lips as she continued to remember, to admire how wonderful the last few hours had been.

It was then, after a few long moments of this, that the girl felt Ferris's hands come to rest on her waist, something that was so familiar to her that at first she didn't realize it was odd. She cuddled up further, more cozily as Ferris then wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his hands on her back; it was soothing, and it got her smile to widen. These were gestures that she was so used to that they were almost like a second-nature, they didn't surprise her at all. But then she seemed to remember, and her brows furrowed. Wait a minute… Wasn't Ferris supposed to be asleep with his back turned to her? Yeah, he was… So then whose hands are those?!
Vianna's blue eyes fluttered open. At the sight that greeted her, she gave a bit of a startled jump, a brief, second-long shriek escaping her lips as she did so. It wasn't loud, and it wasn't one of fear; it was one of surprise, one of being caught completely off-guard. Ferris was supposed to be sleeping! When did he wake up?! Vianna's cheeks turned a nice shade of pink as she realized she had been caught, she had been the one to give in first in this little war of theirs, and she had officially come off as the loser, her pride shattered.

But at this point, Vianna didn't care about any of that. She had no pride anymore, she wasn't feeling stubborn or hard-headed. She just wanted her husband back. She wanted to remain curled up in the sheets like this, beside him, relishing in his presence so near her, in the way his brown eyes watched her so lovingly. She didn't want to pull herself away from that anymore; it had been a stupid move and she wasn't going to make the same mistake again.
And so, without a word, after a couple moments of just staring at her husband with a startled expression, Vianna leaned in without hesitation, almost even hungrily, and pressed her lips again his own.