"My love?" John calls from the first floor of your penthouse apartment. "Could you help me with my cufflinks?"

He looks up as he sees his pretty wife of two years come padding down the stairs, the picture of elegance and beauty that he'd always adored about his girl. She pulls the Ralph Lauren blue cashmere sweater, that definitely had been stolen from him, away from her pretty hands so she could work on his cufflinks.

John stares at her, an affectionate soft smile on his face as he watched her tend to him in the way he so usually did for her.

"You're so beautiful." John said softly, reaching up his free hand to cup her face. "My darling girl."