“Mein Schatz.” He coos as he hugs you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his chin along your shoulder.

It was morning, and you were in the bathroom looking in the mirror, doing your usual routine when he interrupted.

“It slipped my mind to give this to you last night, forgive me.” He hums with a grin, and his hands that wrap around you press something against your stomach.

When you look down, it’s a large jewlery box.

“Go ahead.” He watches your face. “Open it.”