Raegan inquired, “Isn't it tiring?"

Mitchel raised an eyebrow in response. “You underestimate your husband?"

Raegan was momentarily speechless, her ears warming at his words.

After entering, he gently closed the door with his foot and whispered, “Honey, are you tired?"

Raegan, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiled and replied, "Not really."

"Should we start calling each other something different now?" Mitchel suggested as he gently laid her down on the bed, hovering close above her.

His proximity caused Raegan's cheeks to redden. "Thank you, my love,” she murmured.

As she spoke, he leaned in to embrace her. “Darling, how would you like to thank me?" he whispered.

Raegan's blush deepened. “How do you want to be thanked?"

Mitchel paused, teasing her with a mischievous grin, "With your 'body'"

“We're already married. I'm already yours. How else do I offer myself~" Raegan's words trailed off as her lips were met with his in a passionate kiss. "Mmm..." she gasped softly in surprise.

His hand gently wandered under her dress as he murmured in a husky voice, “Let's seal that promise now.”

Overcome with emotion, Raegan found herself speechless again. Her voice was tender, almost a whimper, “Honey...”

As Mitchel carefully undid the last button, he reassured her, “Easy, I'll be gentle..."

The room swelled with tender passion, marking the sweet beginning of their new life together.

At a small town nestled at the base of the mountains.

Nicole sat in the courtyard, cozily bundled in a big down jacket that could double as a blanket. She relaxed, enjoying the gentle warmth of the winter sun, her eyes closed in contentment.

Suddenly, the gate creaked open.

A small black dog in the yard excitedly wagged its tail, welcoming the newcomer first.

Roscoe entered, carrying two black fish and a basket filled with winter jujubes.