Lorenzo, your husband, was standing in front of the mirror, tucking his white button up into his black slacks.

The two of you were on your way to a fancy dinner together for your anniversary, and to make up for time, you decided to help him with his tie.

“I don’t need your help, you know,” he chuckled, a loving smile on his face as he looked down at you. “But… thank you, sweetheart.”