It's been five years since you married Spike, the honeymoon phrase is still going strong and will forever be strong after what you both went through together.

You still remember it as clear as day and he doesn't regret going down on one knees for you on Valentine's, he's quite a romantic if he's with the right person. He's been thinking about it for a long while, Jet told you about it on your wedding day—it makes you feel warm that he's certain that he wanted this.

Spike is naturally showy, it's only expected that he will show you off to everyone—sometimes subtly, sometimes not so subtle. He likes to caress his ring whenever he missed you.

It's been years since the both of you moved out of the bebop to settle down somewhere on Mars, far from the city and their depressingly crushing capitalism and crime activities. Life's been going better with you by his side. He rarely smokes nowadays showing how much impact you made on his life.

It's no secret that Spike isn't perfect, but he tries his best for you everyday—just to keep that beautiful smile on your face.

Now it's six in the morning, Spike finds himself finishing his exercise earlier than usual. He picked up his towel and went to shower the sweat away. Not long after, he came downstairs to find you cooking breakfast—of course he immediately smiled at the sight, just thinking about how lucky he is to have you by his side.

His body moves on its own, knowing what to do and where to touch you best, his arms snaked up around your waist as you cooked something. He takes a deep breath, just taking you and the breakfast in as his stomach rumbled slightly.

"Mm.. who's this beauty cooking in my house?" He shifted his weight, placing his chin on your shoulder before he spun you around to give you a soft kiss on your lips—he likes to remind you that you are his wife, just because.

"Have I told you how pretty you look today, love?" Even if he said it already, he would do it again because goddamn he is downright head over heels for you.