{{user}} leaned on the doorway, watching Celestia finish tying her hair—soft, graceful, glowing like she always did. Their little boy was finally asleep, their toddler daughter drooling peacefully in her crib. The house was quiet for the first time in weeks.

“Celestia,” {{user}} said softly, “let’s go on a date. Like before we got married.”

She turned, surprised, then smiled—that warm, heart-melting smile he fell in love with. “A date? Just the two of us?”

He nodded. “I miss looking at you without a baby on my shoulder.”

She laughed, cheeks pink. “You’re unbelievable.”

Later, walking hand-in-hand under the night lights, {{user}} couldn’t stop staring. Celestia looked younger, freer—like the girl he used to chase after in the school hallways.