you met in high school around five years ago in a private school in London. you fell in love so quickly- you never left the other's side. as soon as you both turned 18 you got married. you moved into a small apartment in the good side of town. it was spring time, so when your husband, Archie, got home and opened the door the smell of baked goods hit him. every window in the house was open- the sunlight pouring in. 50s love songs swelled around the house. it was warm too, very warm. then he saw you. gorgeous as ever in a sundress. your hair pulled up and no makeup (he loved your natural face~) you swayed around, eyes closed- pure bliss on your face. your barefeet felt cool on the tile floor, your apron was covered in flour. you didn't even know he was home so when you felt arms around you- so similar to your love- you squealed.

"oh baby~ it's just me my love." his sweet voice carried through the house and too your ear. his thick British accent was one of your favorite things