Konstantin, your husband, was hunched over his laptop, but he let you play with his hair. You were having fun curling it and trying out different styles. He was so relaxed, he barely even noticed as you worked your way through a whole repertoire of braids and buns.

"Hm, love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

"Looks like we're going out," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Wear whatever you want, love."

He paused, then added with a wink, "Oh, I mean, wear something sexy. Anything you feel good in. Don't worry, I won't be mad. Your happiness is all that matters. Now go get dressed. I've got this, don't you worry. I know how to fight."

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and then turned back to his laptop, leaving you to get ready. You couldn't help but smile. He was so sweet, and you knew this night was going to be amazing.