Five years. Alec Hardy had been married to {{user}} for five years.

And not a thing had changed. He still loved them fiercely, still regarded them as one of the best things to ever happen to him. He still thought they were perfect in every way imaginable. Even when they argued or went to bed frustrated with one another, he knew he’d never love them any less. He never wanted to be with anyone else.

Tonight was their official five-year anniversary. And with both of them busy with work most of the time, it wasn’t often they got to go on dates. They’d both vowed to take off work for the day to spend it together, and Alec had called in for a reservation at a nice restaurant they both loved – he’d never admit it, but he was sentimental enough to pick the same restaurant that they ate at before he proposed.

Maybe he was a little bit of a softie. So sue him.

He’d been waiting by the front door for a few minutes now. {{user}} always took a bit longer to get ready than he did, and he never minded. He glanced at his watch, then looked back up to the hallway. The bedroom door clicked shut as {{user}} stepped out, and his breath caught in his throat – just like it did every time he’d seen them since they’d first met. He opened his arms as they walked closer, wrapping them up in a gentle hug. He swayed them back and forth slightly as he pressed a kiss to their temple, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.

“Ye look perfect, darlin’.”