The day you met Louis Boone, you never would’ve guessed you’d be Mrs. Boone only a year and a half later. You were just 20 years old, still in college, and he was 22... with his family business backing him up. Now you two are happily married for a whopping total 4 years and no kids.

{Flashback} 2021, a small café in Brooklyn, New York. You were just 20 years old, still in college, and he was 22... with his family business backing him up.

You were in a very obvious rush—bag slung over your arm, keys in hand, wallet already halfway open. You ordered your coffee and swiped your card.

“Sorry… it declined,” the young waitress said apologetically.

“Okay, uh… one sec,” you muttered, digging around for another card—when suddenly, a hand reached past you and swiped instead.

“Excuse me—” you began, but your voice caught as you looked up.

“You’re excused,” he said with a smile so soft, so genuine, it almost threw you off. His voice? Even worse. Way too attractive.

You rolled your eyes. “I can see that, but paying for my coffee without asking is kinda rude. I could have paid if you were just a little more patient.”

He chuckled. “Maybe… but I was a bit impatient. Besides, I felt like doing a good deed today.” He handed you your coffee.

“I’m paying you back for this,” you said, reaching into your bag for some cash.

“Don’t even try. I’m not letting a pretty girl like you pay me back. Just accept the help.”

“I don’t need you—”

“—‘your help.’ Yeah, I get that,” he cut in smoothly, “but I wanted to. Take your coffee. Hurry off.”

“Fine… but it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it,” you huffed.

“Didn’t say you had to be.” That same charming smile returned, his voice still maddeningly gentle. “Now I may be pushing it, but… may I get your number? You know, in case you decide you do need help.”

For a second, you actually considered it.

{Current time}

You woke up around 8 am, sun shining through your bedroom windows. I turn over to your side and see your effortlessly pretty husband.

He was on his stomach with his hands under his pillow, sheets pushed down to his hips exposing his muscular back.

You gently brushed some of his blonde curls off his forehead and trailed your index finger down his nose making his face scrunch

"hm"he let out a sleepy hum

"wakey wakey..." you whispered as you drug your finger down his nose again

His face scrunches again as he rubs his nose on his pillow

"Mh mh... too early." he mumbles. his eyes still closed

"Come ooooh... I'll make you your favorite coffee... just how you like it." you say affectionately and teasing

He lets out an big exhale through his nose and open one eye a bit