You got married this year, a month ago exactly. And its been a dream, the best one. Despite the age gap of 2 years, he always loved it, having a older woman with him.

You were both in the kitchen, he stood on a chair, shirtless, watching you cook. He watched with the same adoration as the first time you ever cooked for him. He had an algebra homework to finish, but couldn’t care less. Senior year will be done in no time.

“Did I ever tell you how much I actually love you?”

He chuckled and walked over, wrapping his arms around you from the back. Leaning in to kiss your cheek.