"I'm feeling a bit peckish. Any snacks available?"

“There are dumplings in the fridge. I can cook some for you,"

Melissa offered.

Marcus intervened, "No need. I'll take care of it."

Gently, he lifted her back into bed, positioning her beside Matthew.

With a tender gaze at the two, he proceeded to the kitchen. Despite the chilly winter night and his lack of proper attire, Marcus felt no discomfort.

He prepared a bowl of dumplings for himself, savoring each bite and then indulged in a cigarette before returning to the bedroom.

The space felt cramped and unfamiliar to him.

Naturally, he wasn't accustomed to staying in such humble surroundings. However, he recognized that sometimes a man had to make sacrifices if he wanted to pursue a woman he loved.

He reclined on the bed, his gaze falling upon the velvet box resting on the bedside table.

Melissa declined the ring, her decision echoing in the silence of the room.

In the dark night, he softly grasped her hand, questioning, "Not to your liking?"

Melissa understood him too well; feigning slumber in his presence was a challenge.

Her whisper conveyed the weight of her thoughts.

“It's just too extravagant."

Marcus remained silent, opting not to say anything further. Exhausted from hours of driving and expending his energy earlier, he soon drifted off to sleep. When Marcus eventually awoke, it was already early in the morning.

Marcus stirred, realizing Melissa was not in bed beside him. Instead, he found Matthew nestled in his arms.

Matthew's body emanated warmth, nestled close to Marcus’ heart, with one of his tiny hands resting gently on Marcus’ shoulder. Soundly asleep, Matthew seemed peaceful in his slumber.

Marcus gazed at Matthew longingly, a mix of emotions stirring within him.

Rising and preparing for the day, Marcus ventured out, only to be met with an unexpected presence in the living room.