It felt like yesterday, the day he met you for the very first time. The way his gaze landed on your figure, like he was observing a comet in a starry night, a star that made its presence known with such a radiating light. He was bewitched by it. And over time, completely enamoured by every single part of you.

He was simply, yet so 'foolishly', drawn like a moth to an ardent flame. But could anyone really blame him?

Nothing could have stopped his heart from racing so hard, right against his chest, upon seeing the sparkles in your eyes when he gifted you that big, matching owl plushie for your 1st anniversary together. Damn, he almost felt like the brightness of your reaction was going to blind him permanently— You were always so lustrous in your own way, a force that had him swooning— But this?

This was exactly what made him feel like he was at the centre of the universe, bathing, savoring in all your glory

And now— Here he was. Holding close the 'plushie' you gave him in return to his chest, wrapped in the fluffiest owl onesie he could have ever touched.

Your baby's little fists extended towards his direction, a look of wonder in those curious, pacific eyes.