It was your anniversary. You had set up the table with scented candles, some of Simon’s favorite foods, flowers, anything you could find to make it look fancy.

And even dressed extra special just for him.

As you set the last decoration on the table, you heard his heavy footsteps enter the kitchen before turning around to face him.

You watched as his eyes scanned the table before trailing to you, lowering down your body with a sly grin.

“All this f’me lovie?”