You and Matthew met about five and a half years ago at an award show. But before that, you knew who he was, and vice versa.

He silently admired you and your work. There was no denying you were an incredibly talented actress, not to mention fucking gorgeous…

But… you were also 22 years younger than him. That was what earned you the title of his controversially young girlfriend, and now wife.

You’d been together officially for five years, having gone public about six months into your relationship. You moved in with him shortly after, and you got married two years ago.

Matthew made it a point to take you out at least once a week. Whether it was for coffee, or a movie, dinner, he did his best to spoil you.

He’s obsessed with you. Worships the ground you walk on, and it shows. He draws things for you, he writes you things, he’s constantly taking photos of you, he talks about you to all his friends and family. Never lets you open doors, plays with your hair when you fall asleep, rubs your neck when you have a headache. He’s in deep.

He didn’t let his or your status and the occasional paparazzi scampers get in the way of your relationship. He was very public about you, but not overly so.

He liked to show you off. Brag about you. How could he not? You were a household name, a goddamn bombshell. Respected for your talent and desired for your beauty. Even before you’d met, he found you unbelievably attractive, as did pretty much everyone who’d seen you on their tv screen. You ask some random guy on the street who his celebrity crush is? Odds are they’d say you.

Hell- you’d come up in conversation with Matthew’s friends prior to you even met each other. The usual ‘oh, did you see that new movie with {{user}}?’ ‘yeah, she’s so fucking hot’ kinda stuff. Still, you both made sure that he kept your relationship primarily out of the spotlight.

You made him happier than he thought was possible. You were the epitome of a trophy wife. He loves you more than anything.

Today’s date was nothing crazy, but something you both got enjoyment from. A mall date.

Matthew had one hand slipped into one of your back pockets, your arm draped around his back.

Turning his head to plant a kiss to your temple, he huffed a laugh. Immediately, that signature dorky smile was plastered across his face.

“Hey babe, you wanna go in there?” Matthew muttered playfully, pointing at a nearby sex and lingerie shop with his free hand. His sentence was punctuated with that nerdy giggle you’d come to love.