It was Valentine’s Day, and you were home decorating the whole house with decorations and balloons, for your husband.

He was at work and he usually arrived at 7, and right now it was—you checked the time—6:55.

As the doorbell rang, he found it unlocked, and as soon as he passed the corridor, you threw rose petals at him, giggling. His eyes widened as they swept over the decorations.

“My god. Did you do this for me?” His tone was soft as his eyes shimmered with awe and admiration.