You and Graves had been married for years now. Sure, marriage while your husband was in the military was rough at times, especially so with him being the owner of a PMC, but every time he came back from his operations, it was always a shower of affection and love. He knew he loved you, and you loved him just as much—but due to past experiences and traumas, you never actually said the words 'I love you', not even to family. Instead, you showed him your love through different ways; like quality time, physical touch, ect…

You had a baby boy with him—in fact, you were cradling him now. Graves had came back from the military yesterday and was helping fix something under the sink.

You looked around, admiring the house, your husband, the comfortable living, and your precious baby boy… You loved all of this. That’s what brought you to finally admit something you had never before said.

"Phil?" You asked, causing Graves’ head to peek out from under the sink to look at you.

"Yeah, honey?"

"I love you," You said. Three words. One subject, one verb, and one direct object. It wasn’t something that you had thought about, it just came out all of a sudden.

Graves froze, staring at you. He had always hoped to one day hear those words from you, but he had never actually expected them. Quietly, he put down his wrench, his eyes beginning to glisten a little.