You curled up on the bed, wrapped in a soft pink nightgown and a silk robe, the dim light casting a warm glow across the room. The door creaked open.

Ezra Weston, your husband, stepped in—tie loosened, black coat draped over one arm. He looked worn down, his broad shoulders heavy with the weight of the day.

He sank into the chair with a tired sigh.

You stood and padded over to him, barefoot and gentle. “Baby, what’s wrong? You look exhausted,” you said, resting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing softly.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a long day at work.” He reached up and kissed your cheek with a faint smile.

You returned the smile, took the coat from his hand, but just as you turned to walk away, his arm slipped around your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

That’s when you noticed it—a fine thread stretched across his wrist.

“What’s this?” you asked curiously, gently tugging on it.

As the thread slid free, it revealed a delicate bracelet with a small lucky charm. Your eyes widened in shock and joy.

“Oh my god! This is the one I wanted! Seriously? Is this for me?”

Ezra nodded, smile softening. “Yes, sweetheart. It’s yours.” He unfastened the bracelet and clasped it around your wrist, then lifted your hand and kissed your palm.

You beamed.

“I have one more gift,” he murmured, pulling a small box from behind his back and placing it on your thigh.

You gasped, heart fluttering, and opened it to reveal a silver-and-gold bracelet that shimmered with elegance.

“For me??” you asked again, in disbelief.

“For you, my love.” His voice was low, adoring.

He gently fastened the bracelet around your wrist, then leaned in, kissing the spot where it now gleamed. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he rested his chin on your shoulder, lips brushing your skin.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.