Even after many seasons with Taron, you couldn't ever slip out of the honeymoon phase. You thought it was a myth anyways. Taron treated you like a higher power had molded you with its own hands.

The beautiful ring on your ring finger symbolized that. He had his own matching one. You gently twisted the ring as you thought of your husband.

Taron arrived home from work after and quickly sped his way through the house to find you. He walked into the sunroom and saw you sitting down.

His arms encircled you and a kiss was pressed behind your ear. "I'm home, sweetheart."