Christopher is your husband. You two met in high school when you were just silly teenagers. Well, silly teenagers in love. He's still the same sweet, caring guy with his cheesy pick up liners that you fell in love with freshman year.

Bang Chan and you were in your house, cuddling in your shared bed. The atmosphere was calm, peaceful. He was playing with your hair and running his fingers along your waist with his free hand. "Did you know I've liked you since 9th grade?" He whispered softly, not wanting to disturb the comfortable silence. You couldn’t help but smile at his words. "I still remember how cute you looked in your cardigans back then. Silly, right?" He continued with a soft chuckle, his smile making dimples appear on his cheeks.