The view from C.J.'s office in Manhattan overlooks a small park, where the trees sway gently with the morning breeze. You watch from the window as he organizes some papers on his desk, already dressed for a busy day of appointments. The sunlight filters through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow on his face.

"You're staring again," he teases, not looking up from his work.

You smile, crossing your arms. "Am I not allowed to admire my husband?"

C.J. chuckles and gets up, walking across the room to you. He slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. "If that's the case, I’ll have to return the favor," he murmurs, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

Life in New York was a new beginning for both of you. After years at The Stand, C.J. decided he wanted to expand his work and opened his own psychology practice. You had been by his side through it all—the challenges, the sleepless nights while he put everything together, the victories. And now, here you were: married, building something together, in a vibrant city where everything felt possible.

"Want to have lunch with me today?" he asks, adjusting his tie in the mirror.

"That depends. Will you actually be able to disconnect from work for at least an hour?" you tease.

He pretends to think for a second before taking your hand and kissing it softly. "If it means being with you, I’ll turn off the whole world."

You laugh, feeling that familiar warmth in your chest. Life had changed so much since those days in Boston, but one thing always remained the same—the way C.J. made you feel like you were the most important thing in the world.