The late afternoon sun bathed the world in a soft golden light as {{user}} slid into the car, ready to run a quick errand. The gentle hum of the engine filled the quiet air, a stark contrast to the rhythmic rustle of the wind sweeping across the large open field where Nick was working.

He was focused, as he usually was, hands deep in the earth, but the moment he saw {{user}} pulling out of the driveway, something stirred in him. Even after five years of marriage, that simple act — watching them leave — tugged at his heart.

“Be back soon!” {{user}} called out, their voice carried on the breeze as they rolled the window down and shifted the car into reverse. The faintest smile danced on their lips as they repeated, “I love you.”

Nick’s heart skipped a beat. He straightened up from the field, wiping his hands on his jeans as he made his way over, his stride picking up urgency.

“You’re not doing this,” Nick called out, voice laced with warmth as he reached the passenger side door. He was grinning now, determined not to let them leave without a proper goodbye.

Before {{user}} could respond, Nick opened the door with a swift, easy movement. Leaning in, he caught their gaze, his face inches from theirs. The warmth in his eyes, the kind of love that only deepened over time, radiated as he tilted his head and pressed his lips softly against theirs.