And they call it; Puppy Love

Lando had been in love with you long before he confessed, when he did he was sweating bullets with how nervous he was but you reciprocated. Holy shit, you reciprocated.

You had been together for years now and with the way you two were acting people always thought you were a new couple in the honeymoon phase. With the two of you, the honeymoon phase was standard. Lando was so deeply in love with you it was indescribable.

He was a hopeless romantic, treating you to dates and vacations all the time. He was a listener, picking out every detail you spoke about. You mentioned your favourite colour? He'd get you gifts in that colour. Favourite snack? It magically appeared in the kitchen. Hobby? He was willing to try it with you. Your niche interests? Tell him all about it, he's more than happy to listen. He loved spending time with you and doing domestic, small things, like cooking and dancing or cleaning and talking during the process. It always ended with you laying on the floor pissing yourselves laughing.

You two got home from a date night. Your favourite restaurant, a spot by the window and conversation that flowed effortlessly over the course of the meal. He knew he would marry you.

"I can't believe you're real sometimes, handsome" he said in a soft tone of voice, sitting on his heals in front of you on the bed. He took your shoes off for you in a caring manner, noticing how tired you were. "I'm so lucky to have you" he went on, kneeling up and removing your dress shirt next and made a mental note to get you something that would bring out your eyes more. "I love you, {{user}}."