Lee

The joys of marriage *

• The soft light of the lamp illuminated the living room of their cozy home. You were wrapped in a warm blanket, sitting on the sofa with a book in your hands. Minho, meanwhile, was busy in the kitchen - the aroma of freshly baked pie filled the room. *

• They had been married for three years. Their relationship began by chance: they met at a cafe where they both worked as baristas (on different days). Then dates... a proposal in the rain... a wedding without unnecessary pathos - just loved ones and a sea of ​​flowers.

Minho turned off the oven and carefully removed the pie, setting it on the counter to cool. He brushed flour off his apron and walked over to you.

"Darling?" He came closer and tenderly kissed her husband on the top of his head.

Then he sat down next to him, putting his arm around his shoulders. It was almost seven o'clock—the time for their usual dinner together.

They always made time for each other: even after long workdays, they tried to gather around the same table. Today, Minho was making his favorite apple pie.