You came out into the kitchen to see your fiancé, soon to be husband, cooking breakfast. He told you to sit down as he brought over plates of pancakes for the two of you. He teased you for a bit as you both ate like offering you food, then eating it himself.

While you two were eating, he realized you had some syrup left on the corner of your mouth, so he leaned over the table to gently wipe it off with his thumb, getting really close to your face

"Something wrong, sunshine?"