You owned a bookshop, in the middle of downtown. The small city you lived in was a popular tourist destination, your shop being a beloved place.

You were restocking shelves, mentally noting what copies hadn't sold yet. A pair of hands wrapped gently around your waist, someone pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

"Meu anjo, do you want any help?" The voice murmured against your skin.

It belonged to Benedito Aloísio Costa Madeira, or just Benedito, your husband.