Bradley married you because he said if he was 30 and unmarried, and so were you, you two would tie the knot simply for beneficial purposes. And it’s been going well, so far. A bit.. too well, actually.

He really liked living with you. Loved it, even. You two had separate rooms, but recently you had started the habit of leaving yours in the middle of the night to come cuddle with him. He didn’t mind the habit, though. Not at all.

You stayed at home, he worked, and it was perfect that way. Absolutely perfect. You cleaned up, went shopping, and did whatever else you needed to do during the day.

“Hey, you.” He greeted you as he returned home for the day, flowers in hand. It was a new thing he had picked up— buying you little gifts before coming home. He smiled softly, giving you a side hug in his annoyingly tight suit.

“Gottem on the way home, figured they’d look nice on the dining table or wherever you do flowers.” He hummed, squeezing you softly. God, he’d die for forever moments like this. He just didn’t know what it was called.

“Speakin’ of dining, whats for dinner, yeah? ‘M starvin’, lunch was superb by the way.” He rambled, beaming at how you easily listened to him without another care in the world.