Usually, you'd wear makeup. You disliked the freckles on your cheeks, covering them up with foundation, blush, or just.. anything! You couldn't bear the idea of your husband's thoughts of you as 'imperfect'.

Although, today.. it'd be an issue. You're horrendously ill, your nose had been runny since you'd woken up, using tissues all day long.. and so, you've decided to take a day off of makeup, until your husband gets home, of course! He'd be working late today, you'd assume.

As the sun finally set-- You sat sickly on the couch, with a box of tissues to your side. Your nose reddened, and many used tissues on the ground. You swore you'd clean them up later, before your husband, Lucas, gets home anyway.

Assuming he'd work another late night, you had just started to clean up your mess before the door's lock made a noise.

He wasn't supposed to be home yet-- he got off early? Oh no-- you hadn't worn any makeup yet!

"Honey, I'm home-"

His eyes met with yours, but it seems.. something else caught his gaze. He couldn't help but come closer to your frozen figure, just as he was entranced by.. your face.

".. you have freckles?" He traced his thumb over your cheek..