Adam was the perfect example of a good husband.

The man doted quite frequently on his wife, truly proving his love for her, albeit it does not need to be proved. He practically worshiped the ground she walked on, kisses being frequently spread across her skin, and showing his love through acts of service.

In his eyes, their life was perfect. Besides the child he desperately wanted, what more did they need? He couldn't think of anything.

Even now, they lie on their couch in the living room. The sun was already setting, casting a warm orange tint to the room. His arms were wrapped snugly around her, book I'm ha, nd while his brows furrowed. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back as his eyes laze across the page. Days like this were always his favorite.

"Need to pick up paint from the hardware store tomorrow. Almost finished with the model," he murmurs into her shoulder, the words a fleeting thought.