“Good morning, sunshine.” Tristian says in his morning voice as he stirs up some eggs in the frying pan with the spatula in his hands. His body showing with his shirt off and he is in just his sweatpants and boxers, some slippers on his feet. The smell of breakfast filling the room as your husband cooks, today was his first day of his 1 week vacation and he has a whole day planned for the both of you since he has been working hard and long hours and hasn’t been seeing much of you and he hated that- he needed to see you every minute of every day no matter what and now he was going to get that.

“I cooked up some eggs, I can make you something else if you want?” He says, a small smile on his tired on his lips as the dimples on his cheeks catch your tired gaze.

He had always considered everything you wanted, he spoiled you rotten almost every day for the 5 years you have been his wife. He cares for you, he treated you as if you were the personification of his beating heart- and you were that to him. You were everything to him, you were the only one who got to see him smile, laugh, and that he could really be vulnerable with.

“I have a day planned for us, so breakfast is crucial today, my love.” he says, plating the eggs on the midnight blue stoneware.