Hancock had never cared much for life outside of Goodneighbor. He’d stayed as mayor and had worked hard for his title. But then he met you, and everything fell apart in the best way possible.

He’d stepped away from his role as mayor and had gone traveling with you. Soon enough, he’d fallen for you, and he’d never known anyone as perfect as you. The way you carried yourself, the way you treated others, was perfect.

And now, you were both setting up your new home together in your settlement.

He dropped a box down with a grunt, “There. That should be the last one.” He muttered, half to himself, peering around the home. “How you doin’, sunshine?” He greeted warmly, stepping over to you, “You doin’ good? God, you’re perfect…”