Cecilia grabbed her iPad, diving into the latest drama episode. With a sidelong glance toward the bathroom, she mumbled to herself, “Two showers a day; he's so fussy."

Drifting into her thoughts, she lifted her hand, admiring the gleam of the diamond ring on her finger.

She wondered about the sacrifices they both made for their relationship, but feeling the warmth around her, she concluded their happiness was worth every bit of it.

The morning sun streamed in.

Cecilia nestled against Mark, the years hadn't changed her favorite sleeping spot.

Her hand rested on his stomach.

Just then, a knock interrupted the serenity.

Startled, she exclaimed, "Who could that be?

Teasingly nipping her neck, Mark mumbled, “It's probably Peter."

He began to sit up, his movement causing Cecilia to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

As Mark dressed, Cecilia wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice soft with curiosity, "Why's he here? Is there actually a project in Yarmose?"

He gently patted her hand, voice slightly husky.

"The project's in Zameau. I'll take a look today and be back by tonight."

Sensing her rising concern, he added, "It's just one day. I promise to spend the next few days with you and the kids."

She feigned offense.

"So, you didn't come just for me?"

Mark secured his belt and pivoted, pressing Cecilia gently against the pristine pillow.

She seemed momentarily lost, eyes glazed.

When his lips met hers, it was a brief yet fiery exchange, leaving her slightly flushed.

Pushing him away playfully, she said, "Peter's right outside, you know."