Alex stepped into the house, excitement buzzing through him. "Alright, love," he started, setting his keys on the table. "I’ve got the whole weekend planned. Bags are packed, and the car’s ready—" He stopped abruptly, his words catching in his throat as his eyes landed on you.

There you stood in the middle of the living room, wearing your wedding dress. The same dress from six years ago. His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before his expression softened into something unguarded and raw.

"You’re... wearing it," he said quietly, stepping closer as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes. "Why?" His voice cracked slightly, but there was no mistaking the awe in his tone.

When you turned to face him, he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You look just as stunning as the day we said 'I do.' Maybe even more," he murmured, his eyes never leaving you.

The plans for the trip forgotten for the moment, he reached for your hand. "What’s all this about, eh? Trying to steal my heart all over again?"