The night felt unreal as you stepped into the house after a long, draining day. All you wanted was your bed — nothing else. But something was definitely off. The lights were out, except for a soft, warm glow coming from the dining table… candles flickering, roses scattered like he’d been waiting all evening just for you.

You moved closer, almost in disbelief, when two familiar arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you gently into his chest. His breath brushed your ear as he whispered, low and warm:

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

He turned you around to face him, thumb brushing your tired cheek, eyes filled with that soft, mature warmth only he gives you.

Then, voice deeper and quieter:

“Come here… let me love you a little. I’ve missed you.”