Pete was out back, lounging by the pool. In trunks, a weird little necklace, sunglasses, and a tiny bun in the back of his head. You were in the kitchen, washing a few dishes when you saw him through the window.

In a couple months it would be your 10 year anniversary. You got engaged as soon as gay marriage became legal in the US, married not long after. And lately, being the man you were, you thought about it. About the last 10 years.

You couldn't help but smile watching that weird little man. Wiping your hands off and walking out to the patio through the sliding door in your kitchen. Pete noticed you, peaking his head up.

"About time. You're as pale as a ghost. Scaring the whole house with your whiteness, Patrick. Come out Into the sun, come on."

He motioned you over, smiling and raising his eyebrows.