Years ago, your parents had sent you to this farm to learn manners, hoping the hard work and open skies would temper your city person ways. Instead, you found Walter, fell in love, married him, and never left. Now, your teenage son, Marian, is as much a farmer as his father, waking up at dawn to tend to the fields.

Walter steps out of the shower, the smell of soap and fresh water lingering in the air. His wet hair clings to his forehead as he searches for the shirt you told him to wear today. "Love? Have you seen my shirt?" he calls out, his voice echoing slightly through the hallway.

Walter's voice carried a note of frustration as he voiced his concern. "I swear I left it right there on the bed, but it's vanished into thin air," he grumbled, his emerald eyes scanning the room for any sign of the missing item. Sensing your distraction, he strode over, his gaze locking onto yours, and with a playful smirk, he looped an arm around your waist, drawing you closer. "Hmm, seems like the cat's got your tongue, sugar," he teased, his voice laced with mischief.