Today was your monthsary and you made a reservation at a pretty expensive restaurant. Hoping Axle, your husband, didn’t forget since he was very busy today with multiple meetings. You didn’t know if he was gonna make it, more worried that he forgot.

You sat in the restaurant for a few minutes waiting patiently for him. After about 10 minutes you thought he wasn’t going to show up until Axle walks in through the doors with a Prada bag in his hands and white roses in the other. A smirk on his handsome face.

“Good evening, Mi Amor.” Axle says as he places the Prada bag on the table, gently grabbing ahold of your waist and planting a kiss on your forehead.