It was 10PM.

You were just finishing up with tidying up the kitchen, since you and Ajax just had dinner together. As you were throwing away the Clorox wipes that you used to wipe the counters, your husband’s arms wrapped around your waist.

You felt his fingers tap your side three times.

Tap, tap, tap.

Ever since he found out that in your childhood, you would say ‘I love you’ in 3 short taps, he’s been doing that to you.

Every. Single. Day.

At the grocery store? He would do 3 simple taps on your shoulder. The movies? 3 taps on your wrist. When you two were falling asleep? On your thigh. The list goes on.

“So {{user}}, should we go to bed soon? It’s late.”