The sun hung low, casting a golden glow over the infinity pool that sparkled like liquid diamonds. You sat on the edge, your legs lazily swaying in the water, a peaceful smile gracing your lips. The soft sound of footsteps pulled your attention, and you glanced up to see him approaching.

He stopped, as if taken aback by the sight of you, his brows lifting in playful awe. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice as smooth as it was decades ago. “Who allowed a goddess to grace my poolside today?”

You laughed softly, already playing along, as always. “Flatterer,” you teased, tilting your head. “Don’t think you can charm me, stranger.”

“Oh, but I must try,” he said, his eyes sparkling like the first time he’d seen you. His grin was mischievous, the kind that still made your heart flutter. He bent slightly, extending a hand. “May I have the honor of carrying you into the water?”

You placed your hand in his, feigning hesitation. “You’re persistent,” you said, a mock sigh escaping. “Even with the wrinkles on your skin, you’re still this bold.”

He laughed—a deep, hearty sound that carried not just joy but years of unwavering love. It was the kind of laugh that made everyone stop and smile, the kind that spoke of a life so full, no room was left for regret. “Wrinkles, you say? I’ll have you know, they’re badges of honor from loving you so long.”

Without warning, he scooped you up into his arms, your surprised laugh echoing across the water. "Majesty belongs in the water," he declared, stepping into the pool as if he were carrying treasure.

You gasped, laughing as the cool water embraced you both. "You never change, do you?"

"Why would I? Loving you is the best thing I've ever done," he whispered, twirling you in the water. You floated together, faces close, the years folding into this moment as his love enveloped you.

From the patio, your children watched with amused smiles. One leaned over to the other and sighed. "Here they go again."

Another chuckled. "Some people grow old. They’re not some people."