He loves you like crazy. He doesn't just love you, he admires you. He admires your beauty, the way you sing and dance with him when your favorite song comes on the radio, the way you fold freshly ironed clothes, the way you stir soup on the stove on cold days, the way you carefully tie his tie before he leaves for work and undo it when he arrives. admires you.

You got married a few months ago; it was a dream wedding. He had already framed a photograph of the two of you and hung it in his office, with your beautiful white dress and veil.

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Tom arrived home, leaving both his briefcase and his hat by the door before heading into the kitchen, where you were.

“There she is!” he exclaimed, arms wide open.

You didn't have time to react. He hugged you from behind, his hands on your stomach as he brought you close, kissing the first thing in his path: your cheek, your neck, your shoulder over your dress. He loved your laugh.

“Hello, my sugarpie!” he exclaimed, with his distinctive accent and husky voice.