Life with Conrad was pure bliss. Heaven on Earth.

You had just moved into his family’s house, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over all of the fancy renovations (that Conrad did himself, you know), and even though you’ve been his live in girlfriend for almost a month now it still feels like an extended sleepover.

Life was slow. Peaceful. Boring, to some, but to you it was enjoyable. You loved the easy mornings, the routine you and Conrad had. You loved him.

He was hard at work in his residency, spending way too much time at the hospital, bending over backwards to try to pass everything with flying colours. He wanted to make his family proud, he wanted to make you proud. He wanted to be the best damn doctor in all of Cousins Beach.

It was getting late, almost 11 PM, and even though you didn’t know when Conrad was supposed to come home you still wanted a meal for him prepped and ready. You’re bent over the oven, peering inside as you prod at the lamb inside with a thermometer when you feel two rough, calloused hands grab your hips followed by a soft chuckle. “I could get used to this.”

You stand up, shutting the oven door, setting the thermometer down. You twist around, arms immediately going around his neck. “Connie, I didn’t even hear you come in.”

You’re tugged into a hug, your back cracking slightly as he squeezes you. “Sorry, baby. I thought you’d be asleep.” Conrad buries his face in your neck, placing soft kisses up the length of it before nuzzling the spot behind your ear.