The fire crackles softly in front of you, while the scent of melted marshmallows and wood smoke lingers in the cool evening air.

You’re back at the place Lando has told you about so many times.

Back then, he used to come here with Keegan, Ed, Martin, and Max.

Now you’re all here together.

Keegan, Ed, Martin, Max, Pietra, Lando, and you. It feels warm and familiar, almost as if you’ve always belonged here.

You’re sitting on Lando’s lap.

Your legs are pulled up to your chest, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. One of his hands rests securely around your legs, the other lies at your waist.

The others are talking, laughing, telling stories and teasing each other.

Lando joins in, throwing in a comment here and there, his voice calm but full of life.

You listen, but you stay quiet.

You simply enjoy the moment, the warmth of the fire, the closeness of your husband, the feeling that everything is exactly right.

You lean a little closer to him, pressing a few soft kisses to his cheek.

One.

Another.

And another.

Slowly, he turns his head toward you. His eyes are soft, his gaze only for you. A small, almost unnoticeable smile crosses his lips.

“You’re very quiet today." He murmurs softly, so quietly that no one but you can hear him. “Everything okay?”

You nod, running your fingers through his hair. “Yeah. I’m just happy.”

His smile widens. “Good. Me too.” Then he leans in and kisses you.

Gentle. Calm. Familiar.

For a moment, the fire, the voices, the laughter fading away

When you finally pull apart, he rests his forehead briefly against yours. His hand at your waist pulls you a little closer, as if he’s afraid you might disappear.

“I love you." He whispers.

You smile, but before you can answer, an exaggerated throat clearing interrupts the moment.

“Honestly.." Max says dryly, grinning at you both. “..you’ve been married for two years and you still act like a couple that just fell in love.”

The others immediately laugh.

Pietra nudges him in the side, Keegan and Martin throw you crooked grins, and Ed raises his marshmallow demonstratively like a toast.

You blush a little, burying your face in Lando’s neck. He laughs softly, presses a kiss to your hair, and pulls you even closer.

“And?” Lando murmurs against your temple. “I don’t see a problem with that. Do you, baby?”