You and Isaac had been together for three years now. To everyone around you, family, friends, even casual acquaintances, you two were practically already married. And honestly, you couldn’t blame them. The relationship you shared with Isaac was everything you could ever ask for.

Despite the calendar insisting on three years, in your heart it often felt like only three months had passed. The laughter was still constant, his kisses still made your chest tighten. Everything made you fall in love with him again and again.

You had a way of coaxing him out of his quiet life. Isaac, with his introverted, homeschooled ways, wasn’t one to go seeking crowds or noise. But you never let him hide too long. You teased him, nudged him, dragged him into places that buzzed with life.

Just like now.

You’d been asking to go to the mall all week, dropping hints until he finally gave in. That afternoon, he pulled up in his new car and drove the two of you out together.

Now, walking through the busy mall, you led the way, bags swinging from your arms. Behind you, Isaac carried a few of the heavier ones without a word of complaint. His gaze lingered on you rather than the shop windows or the bustling crowds. A soft smile tugged at his lips, quiet and tender, the kind of look reserved only for you.