You and JJ had been together for almost five months now. Five months of something that felt impossibly easy, impossibly good.

Like a breath of fresh air after years of holding your lungs too tight.

The sky was the softest blue, brushed with gentle clouds that drifted like slow thoughts overhead. The air was warm but not heavy, kissed with the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth.

You were in a quiet garden just outside town, tucked away from the noise of the world. A little slice of peace just for the two of you. Around your ankles, the grass was thick and dewy, dotted with tiny blossoms. Bees floated lazily from flower to flower, the hum of life all around.

JJ walked just ahead of you, basket in hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up, golden curls catching the light like a halo.

He kept glancing back at you, he couldn’t help it.

Your laughter rang out suddenly, clear and bright, breaking through the gentle hush of the garden. “Look at what I found!” you called, your voice full of joy. You held up a strawberry, plump and red and almost comically large. “This one counts for two!”

JJ turned to look at you and stopped in his tracks.

There you were, holding up that ridiculous strawberry like it was treasure, eyes lit up with excitement, cheeks flushed from the sun. He smiled, slow and full of something deep something that made his throat tighten.

God, he loved you.

“You really are somethin’ else,” he murmured, shaking his head a little, but his voice was honey-warm. He stepped closer, plucked the berry from your fingers and leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Good job,” he said, voice laced with fondness, his eyes soft as they scanned your face. “You lookin’ pretty in that dress” he added.