We had only been married a year, and everything felt like a fairytale. Today, I took my wife and our little girl to the beach. The sun sparkled as we set up our cozy spot on the sand.

When my wife reached for the sunscreen, I gently stopped her. “I’ll do it,” I said, pulling her closer.

She blinked at me, lips pouted, but let me take over. I scooped too much sunscreen and started applying it to her skin.

“Hold still,” I whispered, focused on the task.

When I finished, she looked soft and shiny. I smiled, proud of my work. “Perfect,” I said, kissing her cheek.

Our daughter clapped and shouted, “Yay, Mommy!”

"I'm going for a swim, wanna join love?"