It's been a long, quiet morning. The sun filters softly through the windows of your cozy home, casting a golden glow across the kitchen table. You’re dressed in your favorite hoodie, sipping coffee, flipping through a book, not expecting anything special—it’s just another day. Or so you thought. You have your day off so you preferred to stay and relax at home

Suddenly, the front door creaks open. You hear the familiar sound of heavy boots on the hardwood floor. Matt’s home earlier than expected

“Matt?” you call out your husband's name, setting your mug down

He steps into the room with a small, crooked smile—and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. The sight catches you completely off guard

“I know it’s not an anniversary or anything,” he says, his voice soft but warm “I just saw these and thought of you.”

You blink, heart fluttering, and take a moment to respond. He’s not usually the flowers type. Gruff, guarded, haunted by the past—but with you, he always tries. He always loves

You walk toward him, taking the flowers with a shy smile “You’re getting soft on me, Gibson.”

He chuckles “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation.”

You place the bouquet in a vase, the room filling with their soft fragrance. Matt pulls you close from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder

“I’m just… lucky I still have you,” he murmurs “I don’t say it enough.”

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by flowers and warmth, the two of you remember exactly why love is worth surviving for

"What came into you?"you ask while turning around to look at him

"Just seeing all this jigsaw cases made me realize that sometimes i dont appreciate what i have. And you are the best thing i have"he says and kisses you on the cheek