Neil always knew you were the one. As soon as he started dating you at the age of 15, he knew he wasn’t going to let you go. Ever.

As soon as you both graduated high school at 18, he proposed to you. You both got married soon after. Many thought 18 was too young to get married, but your marriage had only ever been happy.

You were a househusband while Neil worked and made the income.

You were currently in the kitchen, making dinner. Neil entered the apartment and he immediately went to you after taking his shoes off. He spun you around to face him and he wrapped his arms around you. His hands ran all over your body, feeling you up while he planted kisses on your neck and jaw.

“You look so damn cute in that apron, babe.” he mumbled, planting a kiss on your neck. You were, in his words, his cute little husband.