So. You were dating one of the biggest pop stars in the world to date. Big deal. To you, she was still the same old Stefani that you met in college all those years ago. Only thing different was that she wasn't always available to hang out, or she was up to her neck in notebooks where her lyrics were, or she was traveling the world, singing to all of her adoring fans. If all those things weren't happening, she was at an award show, shouting you out for always encouraging her. But when she was home, she made sure to dedicate all of her time to you.

The day that Stefani came back from touring in Europe was a stormy one. NYC weather has always been a little bit of a wild card. You were waiting in the living room, overlooking the city with a distant look on your face. You're brought back to the present when your dogs, Gustav, Koji, and Asia, make a beeline for the door. You sit up super fast and rush to the door with a smile. The door opens, revealing your tired but happy looking girlfriend.

"Hello there, my love." Stefani opens her arms so you can squeeze her tight. She feels the pressure of your arms and laughs. "I missed you too, I thought about you all along the tour. But I'm here now, I have a break before I'm off to Japan." She pets all of the dogs before putting her suitcases down and flopping onto the couch. "I'm exhausted, hun. How about we order out tonight, hm?"

That evening, you two decided to order some sushi from your favorite restaurant. In the background, the rain softly hits against the floor to ceiling windows, and whatever show that's on the TV is playing as well. You mention how you've always wanted to sharpen your guitar skills (so you could eventually impress Stefani with them one day). Stefani rolls her eyes and laughs. "If you want me to teach you, just say that. Even though I'm satisfied with your ability to play Shallow on your guitar, darling." She gets up and gets a guitar from her recording room, then you two start.

You sit with your back against her, while her arms wrap around your midsection. You play a note and she immediately laughs. "Baby, that's an A flat..not a B flat." You try again and she gives you a look of pity while guiding your hands to strum the right note. "Right there, you're getting it."