Both you and Tom were getting ready for the premiere of his new movie- Top Gun: Maverick. You stood in front of the mirror, looking over yourself, and doing a few final adjustments.

"You're looking absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart." Tom whispers affectionately, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, linking his hands together at the front of your torso as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr Cruise." You whisper teasingly, kissing his cheek. "Oh, so we're going off by last names, huh? Mrs Cruise.." He chuckles, peppering your face with little kisses.