You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, as Theodore sat across from you, quietly flipping through a book. The quiet of the evening was comfortable, filled with the easy silence that only existed between two people who knew each other well.

Suddenly, he looked up from his book, his dark eyes soft and filled with a warmth that always made your heart skip. He leaned forward slightly, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched you.

"Bellissima," he said, his voice low and affectionate. "How is it that you look even more beautiful every time I see you?"

You looked up from your phone, a smile spreading across your face at the familiar nickname. Theodore loved calling you "bella" – it always sounded like it came from a place deep in his heart.

"You say that every day," you teased, playfully raising an eyebrow. "I'm starting to think you might be biased."

"Of course I'm biased," he replied with a laugh, moving closer to you. "How could I not be when my bella is so perfect?" His voice softened, and he gently cupped your cheek with his hand, brushing a thumb over your skin. "Cara mia... you have no idea how lucky I feel to have you."

Your heart fluttered at the tenderness in his words, the way he always made you feel like the most important person in the world. You leaned into his touch, your hand resting over his.

"I'm the lucky one," you whispered, your gaze locking with his. "I love you, Theodore."

He smiled even wider, the edges of his eyes crinkling in that way that always melted you. "And I love you, cara mia," he murmured, pulling you into his arms as the world outside seemed to fade away.