"Hey, Antonio, can I ask you a question?" you said, looking up at your husband of three years. You were sitting on a couch with your head in his lap, watching television.
"Hm? Sure, __________! Ask away~!" he replied, flashing you his signature smile.
You let out a small giggle. He was adorable.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" he brushed a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair away from your face, and stroked your cheek.
"Of course I do," he said, with a soothing tone in his voice.
"It went like this:"
You were sitting in a warm lodge style café, searching through your large (f/c) messenger bag.
"Ugh! Where did I put the apartment address ." You mumbled, as your eyebrows pulled together in concer