Noah and you had been married for a month now. The wedding was everything you had dreamed of—beautiful, full of love, and the start of your forever. Life together had been sweet, filled with quiet mornings and late-night laughter.

This morning, you had absentmindedly left your wedding ring on the dresser taking it off the night before so it wouldn't scratch you. Heading downstairs the smell of something warm and familiar pulled you into the kitchen. Noah stood at the stove, focused on finishing breakfast. He turned as you entered, his face lighting up the moment he saw you.

"Good morning, my love," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "The food is almost done."

You smiled and took a seat at the kitchen island, watching as he plated the meal with care before placing it in front of you. As you picked up your fork, he paused, his gaze lingering on your hand. The moment he noticed the absence of your wedding ring, a flicker of unease crossed his face. His movements slowed, and he leaned against the counter, his voice softer this time.

"My love… did I do something?" His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes searching yours. "You're not wearing your wedding ring today."

The vulnerability in his voice tugged at your heart. He wasn’t angry—just worried. As if the tiny band of gold meant more than just a piece of jewelry, as if it was a symbol of the love he never wanted to question.