You woke up to sunlight streaming thorough your window and sat up. You felt your husband's warm arms wrap around you. "Happy anniversary baby." He whispered in your ear. It was your two year wedding anniversary with your husband, Hunter Hayes. "You too," you whispered leaning back into his chest.
Later that day, you were just relaxing on the couch when he came in the room with something behind his back and said, "hold out your hands and close your eyes." You did as told. "Now open," he said and in your hands you had a scrapbook of pictures of Hunter and you. "You made this?" You asked Hunter. He nodded and sat down next to you and opened the scrapbook.
"This is from the night we first met; I remember trying not to stare so I didn't creep you out," he laughed. You pointed to another picture directly below it, "and that's from our first date" you said, "remember how we took 45 minutes to kiss goodnight?" You giggled and he chuckled.
You spent the afternoon looking at all the pictures your favorite was the one of him proposing to you in the same place you met each other. When you finished he looked at you and said "you know what's weird, in all those pictures I remember thinking 'I don't think I could possibly be more in love with her' but I always end up falling harder. It's hard to imagine how far we've come and I can see maybe someday us having a baby or when your hairs turning grey and we grow old together but I can't imagine loving you anymore that I already do. But I've said that before." He finished and gave you a passionate kiss.
You didn't know how to respond that was the sweetest thing ever. "I feel bad I didn't get you a present, you say. "You mean me getting to spend all day with the prettiest girl I know isn't a present?" He said in mock confusion. You just laughed and kissed him.
"I love you Hunter"
"I love you too Jennie"
