Taylor, your husband of a year now, reclines on an elegant sofa chair in the lounge, a luxurious robe draping his broad shoulders. His fingers gracefully trace the rim of a carefully placed glass of alcohol, and with a deliberate sip, he sets it down on a polished drink coaster.

His gaze drifts towards the gleaming ring on his left hand, a subtle realization dawning upon him that the moment lacks completeness without you. In response to this realization, he reaches out, calling you over to settle onto his lap.

"Sweetheart, how's your day been?" he questions, his touch tender as he caresses your cheek with affection.