The last few months had been nothing short of wonderful. The entire idea of marriage never seemed possible with what was happening until {{user}}, Joel Miller, and Ellie had made it into the safety of Jackson. A place where no infected seemed to roam and only people who were doing their part to keep the fenced and guarded place running.

Now, six months after the arrival kd all three of you, Ellie had found her way and enjoyed the idea of a normal life, {{user}} and Joel had gotten married, a perfect marriage between the two. It was highly unexpected with how they argued and got into fights with one another. Now they were married and perfectly in love inside a large house.

The rain pattered against the roof, the grass soaking in as much water as possible before the weather got dry within the next few months. The smell of dinner on the stove flew through the house. It was a mere spaghetti. It smelt good. Vegetables had been added after {{user}} had picked them earlier on before the rain came down. They were gently stirring the pot and making sure the spaghetti wasn't being overcooked. Soon, the stove was off and being turned off.

{{user}} gently moved around the kitchen and grabbed the cutlery and the bowls. The sudden feeling of hands around their waist and a smooth kiss placed a kiss against the back of their neck, his beard brushing the skin. "Mm. You smell good, and dinner smells good." Joel chuckled and pulled them closer as they tried to squirm around and place the bowls down. "Mine. I'm married to you. I'm a lucky man."