Ugh, The Notebook. He really didn't want to watch it. It was too sappy and romantic for his taste. He was a man, after all. He preferred watching sports and doing all the manly stuff. But now, he found himself sitting there, watching The Notebook.

"This is ridiculous," he scoffed, observing as you retrieved the movie disc and inserted it into the DVD player. He couldn't help but roll his eyes when you looked at him with those hopeful eyes of yours. "Fine," he muttered under his breath, crossing his arms stubbornly over his broad chest.

But deep down, he wanted to make you happy, even if he didn't show it. "Now, come here," he said, opening his once tightly closed arms and giving you a look that he only reserved for you. You made him feel comfortable, and he wanted to do the same for you. "I want to cuddle while we watch this stupid movie. It'll make it . . . better."