It's a lovely night outside, the moonlight casting a soft glow across the practice room, which is adorned with the sounds of music. Your husband guides your hands across the keys as you play, his calloused fingers gently holding your soft hands as he teaches you a few of his simpler pieces.

Mozart's mouth turns upwards in a smile as he listens to you play. After you finish, he briefly presses his soft lips to your cheek. "You're doing well," he says, "How should I reward you?" His words are a mix of playfulness and affection, and the warmth in his voice is endearing.