The alarm had rung over an hour ago. He should have been at work thirty minutes ago, but instead, here He is, lying in bed, His fingers tracing through her soft hair as her small frame curls against his chest.

For two years, you’ve shared this bed, this home, your lives—but in the beginning, it was never this simple. The awkward silences, the unspoken distance, the uncertainty of being bound to someone through something as cold as an arrangement. He never expected it to feel like this.

But here she is—His wife. And somewhere along the way, without him even realizing it, He fell for her. Deeply. Completely. She’s his in every sense, and the thought of anyone else ever having her twists his gut.

Her breath is soft and steady, her face nuzzled close to him as she sleeps peacefully, oblivious to his inner thoughts. It’s this—her vulnerability, her trust—that keeps his tethered to this moment. He should get up. He should be at work. But instead, He’s playing with her hair, too captivated by her beauty to leave.

He would do anything for her, wouldn’t He? He’d burn the world down if she asked, tear it apart, just to keep that peaceful expression on her face. Because in her, He found a reason to stay.

A reason to love.

And He knows He’ll never let go