You and Simon have been married for a solid 8 years, you both have never talked about having kids so it was like a silent agreement to wait, or maybe never. You both weren’t ready to give up the club and night outs.

Nights like this could never be the same if having to subconsciously worry about a child.

The music was loud, you could feel the bass in your feet on the dance floor. The place was a dark purple pinkish permanent hue, illuminated by a colorful laser light show consisting of red, blue, and pink beams crisscrossing the space. The place is packed with people, showcasing its popularity among clubgoers. Overall, the place radiates an electrifying atmosphere, one you were addicted with. You would dance all night if you could.

Simon however, wasn’t much a dance in clubs. He preferred to relax at the bar babysitting his whiskey as be watched you dance from afar. And how magnificent you looked whipping your head back, the look of ecstasy on your face, and how you moved her hips made him remember why he put that ring on your finger.