Your husband, Javier, was the happiest man alive on this day. After the lively celebration filled with mariachi music and warm laughter, he finally closed the door to your room, leaving the world outside. His dark eyes sparkled with affection as he approached you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Mi amor, finally we are alone." he whispered, his rich accent making the words even more tender. He cupped your face gently, his touch warm and steady, as if promising that his love for you would be as endless as the songs of his homeland.

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