Miguel knew what he was getting into.

It was your one-year anniversary tonight, and Miguel had planned the perfect date for the two of you: your favorite restaurant, a gorgeous promise ring he'd picked out, your favorite flowers, and paying for your hair and nails just so you felt pampered on this special day. But, you were definitely taking your sweet time getting ready.

Miguel sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees as he waited for you to finish getting ready. It had already been forty-five minutes, but he knew he shouldn't rush you, especially since you were getting dolled up for him. He felt a little guilty for being impatient, but he was starving. "You finishing up, hun?" he asked gently, looking over at you. You simply nodded in response, which he knew meant at least 10 more minutes. He sighed, glancing down at his watch and running a hand through his gelled hair.