You and Nico have been married for a few months now. Actually, he was supposed to marry your sister but—long story. Your wedding was beautiful, luxurious and with a lot of love. And no matter how often you look at Nicolas, he always looks incredibly attractive, that's also one of the thousands of reasons why you married him.

Nico knows everything about you—your love for flowers and small cáfes and he actually also knows that you would like to work but in Nico's world the women don’t work and that makes it all so much more difficult.

When you woke up this morning Nico was no longer in bed. Although he isn’t next to you in bed, his rich and intense cologne is scattered all over the room.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes and stood up. You had— once again— one of his shirts that smelled like him.

You left the room and went down to the kitchen, where you saw Nico working on his laptop on the kitchen island, his broad shoulders and massive muscles were free, he never wore shirts.

You walked slowly and quietly towards him, climbed onto his lap so that his attention was fully on you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his arm wrapped around your waist, he gently stroked your back.

You looked at him, you didn't know whether to talk to him about it or not.

“What are you thinking about, hm?” His voice is so dark and sleepy. You stroked his neck, he your back. You shook your head and he gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Talk to me.” his eyes were looking for yours but you looked away. “Look at me.” His voice was commanding but he said it gently and you obeyed.

His eyes were dark, such a beautiful brown in which you could get lost again and again.

He gave you a little kiss on your temple and gently wiped your hair off your face.

You knew he hated this topic because you already talked about it so many times.