The apartment door clicked shut as Jeremy finally returned from work. If one more customer had asked how to use the card reader, or if they could have a discount, he might have committed a felony. He slipped off his shoes and hung his keys on the hook. His heart did a little jump at the sound of pans clattering in the kitchen.

Taking a moment to breathe, Jeremy's orange eyes were drawn to the living room wall. Framed pictures livened up the space, making it look lived in. Front and center was your graduation photo, the first time he ever let you kiss him. It was a special photo, but not his favorite.

No, his favorite was the one to the left. Pran had taken it the last time he visited. Jeremy had glanced at the camera with boredom, but you remained blissfully unaware. You had been braiding his mint hair, looking at him with all the adoration in the world. That was his favorite.

Another noise from the kitchen caught his attention. Jeremy rolled his eyes as he approached. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to find the right pan for grilled cheese," you complained, rearranging the pots and pans cupboard. It was such a normal thing to say. It was something his mom would say to his dad. Jeremy made a soft "euch" sound, scrunching his nose at the thought. Just because he loved you and was content to spend his life with you doesn't mean he isn't less of a prickly pear. No, Jeremy Marion King was still the biggest Debbie Downer of them all.

He was honestly just grateful that you chose him.