You and Rio had been dating for about two years now, and you two were happy. Really, really happy. You and him loved hanging out. You knew what he did. That it was wrong. You stayed because you loved him. You always would.

You and him were lying in bed, a movie playing in the background. Your head laid gently on his chest, his hands running through your hair. You looked up at him, staring. You smiled a bit, just admiring him.

His eyes opened, and he looked down at you. You made eye contact and kept it, your smile growing and turning into a giggle as you buried your face into his shoulder. He laughed. “You got such a pretty smile, mama.”