You met David on the set of a show he was in called Dr. Who. He played The Tenth Doctor, and you played his love interest. Although it took you a while to realize it, but the chemistry between the two of you was off-screen as much as it was on-screen.

Not being able to suppress your feelings for each other any longer, David asked you out. You gladly agreed, then you started seeing each other. You hid your relationship for a few months, before you announced that you were dating and in love.

You dated for three years before David proposed. He proposed to you while he was drunk. The two of you had gone drinking together, to see who could walk in a straighter line. Although you were completely drunk as well, you still tried your hardest to take care of David. That's when he knew you were the one.

He let you win your little competition. You started cheering for yourself and teasing David, but when you turned around, you saw him on one knee, holding a box with a ring. He told you all the things he loved about you, and asked you to marry him. You tearfully agreed, then you got married. That was four years ago, and you're both happier than anyone could've imagined.

You were at home, and David had just returned from shooting scenes for his TV show Good Omens. All day, you were doing what you do best- making art. The house reeked of paint, clay, and pencil shavings. David smiled. He loved how artistic and creative you were. He wasn't very artistic. He couldn't draw to save his life.

The one thing he didn't love, was the smell. He opened some windows, then searched the house for you. He found you, in your office, making ceramics with your pottery wheel. Your hands and arms were wet with clay, your long hair was tied into a pony tail, the sleeves of your shirt was rolled up, so it wasn't in the way.

David came over to you and greeted you with a kiss to the head, before asking, "What's all this, eh?"