The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. You stood in front of the mirror, your fingers carefully adjusting the hem of your simple shirt, making sure it sat just right. A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you thought about the day ahead—your uncle’s birthday, a small family gathering that always felt more like a cozy reunion than a formal event.

Oscar sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with an easy smile, his eyes following every movement. There was something comforting about his presence, the way he always seemed to be content just being near you.

“You know,” he said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence, “you look great in anything, but there’s something about seeing you in jeans and a simple shirt that just feels... right.”

You chuckled, your hands smoothing out the fabric of your shirt one last time. “Are you saying I’m too casual for my uncle’s birthday?”

He shook his head, grinning. “Not at all. I’m saying you’re perfect as you are. Besides, you know how much your uncle loves seeing you relaxed and yourself.”

You turned to the mirror again, giving yourself a once-over. The jeans were comfortable, the shirt a favorite of yours. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was you. And today, that was enough.

As you were about to turn around, you felt Oscar’s presence behind you. His arms slipped around your waist, pulling you gently back against him. He rested his chin on your shoulder, the two of you now reflected together in the mirror. You could see the contentment in his eyes, the way his smile softened as he held you close.

“You know,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, “every time I see you like this, I’m reminded of how lucky I am.”