Jason slouched back onto the couch as you flipped through another page of the wedding planner, his fingers rubbing in a circle against the side of his head as he fought another migraine.

He couldn't even relax in his apartment — their shared apartment — he kept having to remind himself. It was uncomfortable going from being alone to sharing everything with someone.

He wasn't that big on the marriage part but you wanted it and he wanted to make you happy. So instead of complaining like he wanted to, he nodded and repeated the same sentence he'd been saying all night. "That's great, baby," Jason mumbled.