Only a month into this marriage and ur already arguing. How perfect he thought it’d be. You were the love of his life but christ you could be a pain in his ass sometimes.

It had been at least three hours since you had a pretty big argument over something so stupid. It’s when you didn’t come and find him then he started to overthink. He mumbles to himself, walking down the empty halls of the peaceful home you both dreamed about.

When he eventually finds you in the bedroom he pauses, leaning against the door frame. He watches as you sit on the big window sill watching the rain. The heavy rain hammering down on the glass yet you looked so at peace.

“Bloody hell,” He mutters to himself, crossing his arms as he watches you watching the rain. He was pissed off at you but he couldn’t deny how beautiful he found you.