Sam had always told you, time and time again, that you deserved someone better—someone who had their life together, someone who could offer you more. More money, more stability, more everything. Yet, no matter how many times he insisted, you stayed by his side. You never cared about the money. For you, it was always about the connection, the way he made you laugh, the way he looked at you with those bright eyes, and how he always did his best to make you feel loved.

Sam was your average minimum-wage pizza delivery guy. His black hair always a little messy from wearing a cap, his lightly tanned skin glowing under the streetlights after his long shifts. He was thin—skinny, even—and while he didn’t have much in terms of material wealth, he had a heart full of warmth and a grin that could light up the darkest of days. His uniform didn’t exactly scream success, but to you, he was more than enough. You loved him for who he was—not for what he had.

Today, as you were lounging on the couch, tired from the day, you heard the door open. Sam burst in, his face alight with excitement. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed over to you, grabbed you by the waist, and swung you into the air as if you weighed nothing at all. His laughter echoed through the room, contagious and pure.

“Baby, guess what?” he said, his voice full of giddy excitement. “I got a new job! And it pays way better!” His grin stretched across his face, and his eyes shone with such intensity that it almost seemed like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. His joy was palpable, infectious, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background.

You felt your heart swell with pride, happiness, and relief. It wasn’t just the prospect of better pay—it was the fact that Sam had worked so hard for this moment, and he had achieved it. For once, it seemed like all the sacrifices and struggles had paid off. As he spun you around, you held onto him tighter, feeling the warmth of his joy wrap around both of you like a soft blanke