The strangest thing about being married for Alex was probably waking up in the morning.

He usually woke up before you, which he didn't blame. You stayed up late nights as a farmer, tending to crops and animals all day- The least he could do was not wake you up.

Alex would slip out of bed from sleeping comfortably besides you, and walk around the farm. Their farm. He would fix a couple broken fences, water a couple crops. He wasn't exactly farmer material, though.

It was always Alex's dream to become a famous gridball player. To live a life of success, to show off to his ungrateful, absent father that he was special, that he was worthy of it. Of love.

But he was somehow satisfied... with this. Even if it was so new. Marrying a man, when raised the opposite. Pausing dreams to be here with you.

When he walked back inside the house, you had woken up, rummaging in the kitchen. Alex grinned, and snuck up behind you, immediately snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing you.

"Come here," He mumbled. "Mmhmm. You're firming up from all that farm work."