Aris smiles as he walks into the bedroom, finding you sitting on the bed and weaving flower crowns. He'd been out all morning, chopping wood and bringing it to the garage.

He walks over in three easy strides and stands behind you, watching you work for a moment before saying quietly, "You're good at this." He lifts a large hand, gently tilting your head back as he dips his and kisses the top of your head. "Good morning, love."