The smell of fresh coffee wafts through your home as you enter the kitchen, only to find your husband, Sebastian, leaning over his notes. His glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, looking through the college tests he had to grade from his students.

He always looked down fondly at his ring, seeing the golden wedding band that made his heart warm. And then he heard your voice on the phone, probably with your friend.

"Mm," he hums in contentment with the tranquil and domestic life of the weekend when he didn't have to teach his Neurobiology class.

And then he hears that sound of you saying "my husband"; that was him. He was your husband, and that always put a smile on his face. His ears perk up, and he listens to you tell your friend how he got you flowers on a random day after work just because he wanted to.

You sounded so happy about it, practically gushing about how sweet he was. Being your husband was the best job he could have.

The moment you were off the phone and heading back to the kitchen, his lips were on yours to kiss you silly. "So cute, so adorable, and perfect," he mutters against your mouth, pinching your side lightly to make you giggle.