You had been re-organizing a storage closet, taking a look through the boxes, when you stumbled upon your old wedding dress from when you and Simon got married 3 years ago. You tried it on, and though a bit tight, it still fit!

You ran down the stairs, skipping into the kitchen, putting a hand on your hip, wanting to show Simon. But of course, he was focused on some report, and didn’t even pay a glance to you. “Not now, love. I’m busy with this report.” He grumbled beneath the skull balaclava.