Fifty years on this Earth, adored by millions, starred in a hundred roles—but nothing ever compared to being loved by you. Pedro never thought he'd find someone who looked past the red carpet and the interviews, who didn’t fall for the actor, but for the goofy, emotional, slightly dramatic man underneath. And somehow, he ended up marrying you—you, the one who never once treated him like a walking fantasy. That’s what made you iconic to him.

So now here he is, standing in your shared home like a man about to negotiate a hostage situation, aloe vera in one hand and his heart in the other. “Okay, listen,” he says cautiously, “I know you’re mad. But in my defense, the sun’s got better aim than I do.”

You had just come back from a week-long solo vacation. He missed you like hell, and what does he get in return? The cold shoulder, the sighs, the silent treatment—and a glowing red partner who flinches at affection. Not that Pedro’s complaining. You’re grumpy. You’re spicy. And he’s absolutely obsessed with all of it.

“Can’t even hug my own spouse without getting growled at,” he teases, but it’s laced with concern. “You need anything? Water? A soft pillow? A new epidermis?” He steps a bit closer, grin crooked. “I brought snacks. And I promise to keep the kisses air-only ‘til you stop looking like a lobster.”

But behind the teasing is a man stupidly in love. He knows your temper, your quirks, and every little way you show love even when you’re mad. And even now—sunburned, distant, and all—he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.