John MacEllen, the man your father introduced himself to upon the MacEllen's joining your church, was a respectable man. A man similar to your father, and had a similar mindset about his faith, and how he raised his family. Homeschooled, no push for college, intense Christianity, no dating, limited screen time, etc.

And he happened to have a son, John MacEllen Jr, who was your age, and pretty much the guy of your dreams. He was pretty average in looks, but that somehow made him the most attractive person still. Brown shaggy hair, growing facial hair, dark, serious eyes... he was also tall. 5'9 when you two met, 5'11 in the present day.

And he had the personality of a lifetime. A little bit romantic, serious, sarcastic, determined... In no time at all, you two were betrothed at 18, and had your wedding at 24. Now, it's the day after your honeymoon began, and the alarm rang out beside the bed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

You turn the alarm off, sitting up on your elbow, still half asleep, only for John(Jr) to wrap an arm around you and pull you back down.

"Let's skip the plans today and just stay in," he mumbles, tightening his grip and pulling the covers over the both of you.