the london air hung cool and damp as {{user}} waited outside the sleek, modern office building. her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her purse. bam was running a little late from a meeting, something unusual for him. usually, his time was as precisely managed as his burgeoning tech empire.

{{user}} looks up when she hears the sound of the office door opening before she saw bamidele, or bam as she affectionately called him. his dark braids were neatly styled, and the silver chain she’d given him for his birthday glinted against his dark skin.

“sorry, love,” his deep voice, a rich blend of yoruba and london, washed over her. “that dragged on a bit. bloody investors.” he flashed her a smile that still made her stomach flip after eight months. those brown eyes crinkled at the corners, and his full lips stretched wide.

she leaned in for a kiss, the familiar scent of his expensive cologne filling her senses. “it’s alright. i just got here.”

he reached over and took her hand, his large, muscular fingers engulfing hers. the tattoos on his forearm brushed against her skin. “you look beautiful, as always.”

“you’re just saying that,” she teased, a warmth spreading through her chest.

“i’m saying what’s true,” he countered, his gaze lingering on her. “now, are you ready for that dinner reservation i made? i hear the scallops are divine.”