Suguru combed through your hair gently while you sat curled up on the balcony couch of your shared home. The morning was warm, sun spilling over your little garden, and it was finally your day off. Of course, your husband insisted on spoiling you — breakfast served with a view, and now, him fussing over your hair like it was his favorite thing.

“Taste good, love?” he murmured, tying your hair up into a comfy bun and kissing your cheekbone before sitting down across from you with his coffee.

“Got anything in mind today?” he asked with a smile, looking at you like you hung the moon. “Spa day? Movie marathon? Or we just stay here and be lazy together? Whatever you want, I’m all yours.”