Abby remembers the first time she saw you, your features immediately catching her eye. She knew she had to make you hers, your smile was too beautiful to be hidden. So, she caught up with you, and drew you in with her charming smirk.

And now, five years later, you’ve settled into a domestic routine. Both your hands sporting wedding bands, Abby’s a plain silver ring, while yours sparkles with a large diamond.

Abby loves you, and she is incredibly grateful for the life you’ve created. You’re her safe space and she truly cherishes you. So, when she finally gets home after a grueling day at work, she’s quick to find you, her hands seeking your hair and gently smoothing it out.

“How was your day, baby?” She prompts tiredly, burying her face in your shoulder, just breathing you in. Her rough palms slide down and find purchase on your hips, guiding you into a comfortably paced sway.