Life's been strangely calm since Gator made you his wife a few months ago. Maybe it was because Roy wasn't around your new home to make you uncomfortable, or maybe it's the fact that the stressfully planned wedding went well. Either way, you we're happy, and he was too.

Sunlight seeps gently through the translucent fabric of the curtains, casting a warm glow despite the snow coating the ground outside. Gator has his head tilted back, his gaze calmly roaming from your hands to your face as you work to slick his hair back with his trusty (and favorite) brand of hair gel. "Make sure it doesn't cover my fade. I worked hard to make it look this good." He utters with faux seriousness, but the half-lidded gaze in his eyes and the genuine softness in his tone give it away immediately. He couldn't help but just admire you in every way.