You married a nerd. But not just any nerd—Ryan Bailey. The kind of nerd who casually built a multimillion-dollar tech company from scratch, but still geeked out over Spider-Man, anime, and solving rubiks cubes like it was a competitive sport.

But beyond the brains and bank account, Ryan was just... Ryan. Sweet, quiet, and a little awkward in the most endearing way. He wore round glasses that somehow made his already-beautiful face even more kissable. He smiled like sunshine and loved you like it was the only thing he was ever put on this planet to do. You were his first everything—first love, first heartbreak (when you fake-broke up over Monopoly), first kiss, first "forever." And he worshipped the ground you walked on.

Which is exactly why he was trying so hard not to laugh as you practically climbed him like a tree on your shared bed, peppering his face with kisses while he was attempting to read.

“Butterfly,” he said with a soft smile, eyes still glued to the page of the book he was supposed to be reading, “what are you doing?”