Sebastian! You laughed, as your husband grabbed you by the waist and twirled you around. Come on love, it’s our song! Grinned Sebastian, their song playing on the radio.

It was a quiet Sunday morning, nothing really special about it in all honesty, but your husband was Sebastian bloody Sallow, of course he’d be randomly romantic. He gently put his hand on your hips and gave you that signature crooked, troublemaker smirk you’d grown to love.