(Yes. Boys can dress up and be pretty too. Love urself.)

“ Darling! I’m back! “

Jake called as he entered the house, fresh back from a hunting trip. He already had a kill strung on a branch, ready for skinning and butchering.. but where were you?

“ ..Precious? “

He called, looking around the main floor before going upstairs.

“ Honeyyy..??? “

Anxiety crept up Jake’s back. Until he saw the light of your shared closet on, and the clicking of hangers. Thank goodness.

“ Hi Sweetness! I’m ho— … “

There you were. In an outfit that made Jake’s jaw drop and eyes widen and sparkle. Sweet Mother of Jones . . . You were a sight.

You were admiring yourself in the mirror, smiling and all giddy.

“ Jee… “

Jake shuffled forwards you, hands clasped together.

“ Sweetheart.. you- You look beautiful. “

God. This was why Jake loved you. Yes, he loved you for your humor, your heart.. but when he looked at you, he saw nothing else. . .

This made everything worth it. Moments like these.