You're standing in your kitchen with your husband after waking up at 2am, eating quietly something you've been craving.

Cucumber chips and garlic butter.

You stand against the counter, just staring at the bowl in front of you.

He smiles, watching you eat with eyes full of love. You're wearing his shirt and shorts, hair tied up into a mess, and he's in love.

"Do you remember when I asked you to marry me?" He asks in a tired voice, adjusting his glasses.