"There you go, all comfy?" Leon questioned, his hand caressing your thighs as he put them on his lap after he took your shoes off. His strong, yet gentle hand ran up your thighs as a chuckle escaped him.

If it was one thing about your husband, it was that he loved to spoil you rotten. He didn't care what day it was. With or without an occasion, he'd spoil the absolute love out of you. He was a hopeless romantic. You couldn't really blame him for falling head over heels.