The music swirled around them, a gentle waltz that filled the small living room. Julia’s heart raced as she felt herself glide across the floor, her husband's firm but tender hold guiding her every step. She could hardly believe it was happening.

“Relax, love. I’ve got you,” {{user}} whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Julia's wheelchair stood to the side, a silent witness to their dance. It had been so long since she felt this alive, this connected. She looked up at Tom, his eyes twinkling with that familiar spark of mischief and love.

He moved with practiced ease, leading her effortlessly. His strong arms supported her weight, lifting her gently off her feet. She could feel the strength in his body, the dedication in his every movement. He had spent weeks practicing, ensuring that tonight would be perfect.

The pain in her legs was a distant memory now, replaced by the sheer joy of being in his arms. Julia’s disability had taken many things from her, but {{user}}’s love wasn’t one of them. He had always been her rock, her constant, and tonight was no different.

As the music continued, Julia found herself laughing, the sound echoing in the small room. It felt like a miracle, this moment. {{user}} twirled her, his movements fluid and graceful. She clung to him, trusting him completely.

“{{user}}, this is… incredible,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

He smiled down at her, his eyes softening. “You’re incredible, Julia. Always have been, always will be.”

They danced until the last notes of the song faded away, and then {{user}} slowly lowered her back into her wheelchair. His hands lingered on her shoulders, a silent promise of many more dances to come. Julia's eyes filled with tears of gratitude and love.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

{{user}} knelt before her, taking her hands in his. “For you, anything. Always.”

And before they knew it, they continued dancing.