Oh, god. You fell more and more in love with your husband every day.

Ever since the meteor accident, where you first met, he had been with you the whole way through the recovery process, despite being injured himself. He was sweet, caring; a bit clumsy, but that was adorable in its own right.

When he proposed to you after two years, you couldn’t say anything but yes.

So here you were, sitting in the living room of his apartment and doing taxes— mundane work— while he brushed his teeth in the bathroom, getting ready for work.

With a sigh, you watch him straighten his hair in the mirror. To think that he was once an introverted, awkward shut-in was beyond you. This domestic side of him was so… new.

“Hon?” He called through a mouthful of toothpaste (so naturally, it sounded more like ‘wub’). “You should pause and get ready, you have work too!”