You were dancing around the empty halls and unfurnished rooms of your new home with your husband, Ben Matthias, listening to soft jazz via your record player. He would spin you, whisper soft romantic phrases in your ear, kiss your cheek and the back of your hand, and when the song was approaching its bridge, he pulled your into a slow dip.

He began lightly humming the song you danced too, a smile plastered on his face.

“God, what did I do to deserve you?” He muttered with a smile.