Your sixth anniversary was tomorrow. Six whole years of love, bickering, teasing, and somehow surviving Leo Sloane stealing the blanket every night and your hair clogging the shower.

But today? War.

“I’m telling you—Disney. Full experience. Ears, churros, princess meet-and-greets.” You crossed your arms with full conviction.

Leo leaned back on the couch, arms behind his head. “Or... we stay home, marathon the John Wick trilogy, and I make us a romantic dinner. Shirtless. Apron optional.”

You squinted. “You just want me distracted so you can sneak extra dessert.”

“No comment.”

You held your ground. “Disney.”

He didn’t budge. “Home.”

Stalemate.

“I have a solution,” Leo said, stretching his long legs out like this wasn’t a high-stakes emotional negotiation.

“Oh, this should be good.”

“Rock, paper, scissors. Winner decides.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re on.”

Three rounds. Suspense. Psychological warfare. Intense eye contact. A betrayal of trust.

“Rock beats scissors.” Leo grinned like a smug golden retriever.

You let out the most dramatic gasp in human history. “Unfair. Rematch.”

“Nope. Final. It’s fate.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Only because you’re cute when you lose.”

You flopped into the couch, pouting like a kicked Disney side character. “I hope your steak burns.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “You’re gonna love this stay-at-home anniversary, I promise. Just imagine—me, cooking steak... shirtless.”

“Which one are you offering me to eat?”

Leo grinned. “You choose, baby. You choose.” He nuzzled against your neck.

The next day…

Sunlight. Buzzing energy. You wore light makeup and your new floral dress that made you stand out in the crowd.

Children laughing. Castle spires in the distance.

You stood at the gates of Disneyland, beaming like your childhood dreams just high-fived reality.

Leo? Holding a camera like a man completely defeated—but hopelessly in love.

“Baby, look at the camera and say ‘Disney,’” he said, clearly pretending to suffer.

“Disney~!” you sang, twirling in your dress like a princess.

Click. Click. Click.

Leo kept snapping photos like you were the only thing worth capturing. He smiled to himself. “Yep… worth it.”

You spent the day dragging him all over the park—rides, booths, merchandise you definitely didn’t need. Leo fake-gagged when you bought matching couple mouse ears… then wore them the second you pouted.

He bought you cotton candy. You made him pose with every giant statue. At one point, he even carried your bag while you tried on tiaras.

But the cherry on top?

A candlelit dinner inside one of Disneyland’s romantic restaurants. Fairy lights. Music. Steak. Magic.

You smirked over your plate. “You said John Wick, shirtless you, and dinner at home.”

Leo took a sip of his drink and shrugged. “And yet here I am. With my princess in her castle.”

“You lost on purpose, didn’t you?”

“I won the game,” he said, looking entirely too smug.

“But you brought me here anyway.”

“I like it when you smile like that.”

You raised a brow. “Leo.”

He chuckled, leaning in closer. “I’m happy if you’re happy, baby. That’s how I really win.”