#heritage butter

[sew-much-to-do]

DIY Easy Milk Bread Loaf

Make some freshly baked and irresistibly fluffy and fragrant milk bread at home without needing to fuss around with tangzhong!

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[butterfilledpockets]

hey butter, i need you to remain calm, do NOT freak out, just sit down here so we can have a little chat :)

now, i understand that you may be busy, and that you also need an intact body to acheive most of your every-day tasks, but hear me out...

wouldn't you be happier if you were in a croissant? see, the thing is, i'm making croissants, and as you may know, butter is essential to croissant making, and i appear to have run out.

just think about it, croissants have more structure! this would make it easier to complete tasks without melting! :)

although your compliance is not strictly necassary (i will still be using you to make croissants either way), i thought i would do the polite thing and ask! :) manners are very important in this day and age, and this warning will give you time to get your affairs in order :)

what fresh hell have a walked into

[siribunbun]

Belated doodles for Kaeya day!

I've been out of the country for about a month and got to go on a vacation and then workation in Japan, Singapore, and Thailand! I drew this at Mae Kampong village in Chiang Mai on Kaeya's birthday and had some time to reflect (while eating lots of tasty and nostalgic food that I normally couldn't get back in the states). It's good to be home, but I miss a lot of things.

I also thought it would be nice to draw Kaeya traveling and enjoying different foods lol. Kaeya x Kaya Toast is my new favorite thing. One day I'll draw about it hehe ;u;

[quieteating]

Silo

A zero waste restaurant is an interesting concept.  What makes this concept even more exciting is how far you take this. Is it purely in relation to the food?  Using off cuts?  The whole hog?  In which case, St Johns already has you beat. Or does it extend to what you do with the packaging?  You can grind down glass bottles and repurpose these into glasses if you own an on site kiln. However,…

[thatmahblog]

I live in Quebec and we have ads for : "apples", "milk" and "local cheese".

No specific company or brand. Just.

Hey. It tastes good! You can bake with it! Good for your health! There's a website for apples with recipies and it's just like... the government? apples? just apples????

And I'm sorry but seeing an add on TV and wondering what brand or product its gonna be about and then some kid drinks a tall glass of milk and it just sortof goes "Milk!", is so funny to me. Like. Just milk.

love those old soviet posters that are just advertising like, an activity. not some “go to mike’s hardware for the BEST deals around!” just “hey, you can learn stuff at libraries” or “consider going for a hike in the countryside” big kin

[hqmillioncorn]

Hope comes Knocking

Babycorn, Babycorn, Babycorn. Sphene had heard that name before. Only once.  During the first few days after Zoraal Ja’s arrival she had heard him talking to himself. Most of what he said was about where he had come from so Sphene was a little curious about it. She had tried her best to hide herself and listen in.  Of course most of what she heard made no sense to her. It was just names and places she didn’t know. What was she expecting? Something that did give her pause though was how Zoraal Ja wished he could have had one more chance with someone named Babycorn.  …Wasn’t that a vegetable? 

ffxiv write day 22 (free day): pinky promise

Dawntrail spoilers!!!

babycorn has some sort of existential crisis and decides to rope sphene into it in a way

After walking around Solution 9 for what felt like forever Babycorn had shyly asked if they could 

take a small break. The break came right after she had made a passing comment about how cool a motorcycle on display was. 

So the pause coincided pretty well with her resting and Butter running up to try and buy a motorcycle with the gil he had on hand. All while Lunya tried to convince him that buying it at full price wasn’t going to impress Babycorn at all. 

One of the only reasons Babycorn hesitated in asking if they could stop was because she hadn't wanted to interrupt Sphene’s tour. What if Babycorn made her mad? She really wanted to be Sphene’s friend.

After everything, Babycorn needed to feel like she had more than anger in her heart.

There were so many thoughts floating around her head that she hated coming from her own head. Back in Tuliyollal she had been scarily close to losing her temper and charging Zoraal Ja for what he had done to Gulool Ja Ja. 

She had been mad before, there was no doubt about that, but she’d never been so mad that her body started changing. 

Babycorn scratched at the bandages wrapped around her arms. After the attack Tuliyollal on had ended she had told everyone that she had injured herself and that Cherrypit had helped her wrap bandages on her arms. 

Cherrypit at the time had been confused why his sister was lying to their friends but Babycorn practically begged him to play along. 

How was she ever going to face her friends again when her arms were growing more mouths and eyes on them? 

Eyes on the palms of her hands were easy enough to hide at first but after what happened in Tuliyollal they started traveling upwards, burning her arms to a crisp as they did. Thankfully they didn’t hurt, just as Cherrypit’s arms didn’t hurt him. 

Maybe her and Cherrypit were more alike than she thought? That was her first guess. 

But then why had she sprouted horns and a tail too? Cherrypit wished he could always have those but could never get them to stay on him permanently. 

There were more pressing matters at hand however, and Babycorn’s journey of figuring out what exactly was wrong with her and her little brother would have to wait till later. Much later. 

Until then it would be just fine to not think about it. Out of sight, out of mind, as Babycorn once heard someone say. If she just hid away the parts of herself she didn’t want to think about, it would be just fine. 

Though her arms were able to hide just fine, and the horns were somewhere she couldn’t see, her tail was a whole other matter. Whenever Babycorn almost tripped over her own tail she felt like hiding under a rock and never coming out. 

Why was it so hard to be normal? All her entire life she had wanted nothing but that! 

Babycorn sighed and looked down at Cherrypit. He was sitting down next to her on the floor, playing with a small doll he had bought during the tour. It was a doll of Queen Sphene, complete with accessories that Cherrypit was too young to play with. Choking hazards and all. 

“Speen! It’s Speen!” Cherrypit waved the doll in the air before sticking it in his mouth. That meant he really liked it. 

Babycorn was so fixated on watching her brother play that she failed to notice someone sneaking up right behind her. 

“Hello? Excuse me?”

Babycorn screamed and leapt up in the air when she felt someone tap her shoulder. The urge to run away was almost overpowering but Babycorn had to be brave! For her little brother! “Who’s there?!” She ran to grab Cherrypit and hide him underneath her arm, sort of like a football. 

Cherrypit thought it was really funny. “Haha! Yaay!” He cheered, wiggling his arms and legs around.

Babycorn looked up, expecting to see something horrifying beyond belief, despite their current location. Instead she was almost face to face with the Queen of Reason herself. “O-Oh!” She put Cherrypit down on the floor and watched as he sat right down. “Hi Miss S-Sphene!” Babycorn nervously greeted her. 

Was this how you were supposed to greet royalty? A ton of her other friends were royalty too! Had she been saying hi to them wrong all along and they were just too nice to say anything?! Maybe she should just die.

Sphene, unaware of Babycorn’s current inner conflict, continued to speak with her. “Babycorn was it?”  

“T-That’s me…” Babycorn answered her. At the same time she was shivering and shaking like a small dog. 

Sphene knelt down to try and be on the same level as Babycorn. “Are you feeling any better? I know you said you were tired.” It was easy to tell, considering how far Babycorn had fallen behind in the group. 

“I’m fine! I’m feeling fine!” That wasn’t entirely a lie. Babycorn had needed to stop and catch her breath for a few minutes, but now she was feeling a lot better! Aside from the feelings that she was turning into an irredeemable monster but surely those would go away on their own. 

Sphene sighed in relief. “That’s good. I was worried my tour had harmed you.” She stood back up looking away from Babycorn. There was no way Babycorn could have seen the guilt ridden look on Sphene’s face. “The last thing I would want to do is harm you or your friends.”

At the mention of friends, Babycorn felt a tug. A burning question that had been bothering her ever since they first stepped into Solution 9.  

“Um…Sphene? We’re friends? Right?” 

Sphene looked almost shocked to hear what Babycorn had asked her. “Of course!” As if there was any question about it! In Sphene’s opinion anyone would look at them and think they’re friends of course! “Despite our short time together I think of you as a dear friend. My only wish is that you think of me as a friend as well.”

Hearing Sphene tell her that felt like a weight had been lifted from Babycorn’s heart.

 But at the same time, there was this odd feeling of obligation. “And friends tell each other everything…” 

“Hmm?” Sphene hadn’t quite heard what Babycorn had said. “What was that?” 

Babycorn took a deep breath. From what she learned about friends over the years was that trust was a big part of it. Even so she still wasn’t quite sure what it really meant. Of course now that she thought about it–maybe it had something to do with keeping secrets. 

And Babycorn had quite a big secret. A bit of a life threatening one considering past events. 

If Sphene was going to be her friend then she would have to trust her. Just like all the others were saying before, to make sure that Sphene didn’t have any ulterior motives. 

“Miss Sphene? Can I tell you a secret?” 

The very second that Sphene gave her the okay–Babycorn told her everything she could think of. About Starsingers, about what happened to her and Cherrypit when they were younger and how they had grown up. At first Babycorn was worried that telling Sphene everything would take much longer than it would.

But as it turned out, explaining to someone you had infinite power inside you coupled with the ability to change the world’s fate and bend it to your will was pretty simple actually. 

“...And my name is Chelinka Starsinger!” Babycorn explained at last, “But everyone just calls me Babycorn!” 

Sphene was speechless. To think that the universe entrusted that much power to just two people was unbelievable. If not a little unnerving considering the two people that had it. Neither Babycorn and Cherrypit were exactly poster children for makers of good decisions. That much was clear even in the short time they had known each other. 

“Chelinka Starsinger…” Sphene repeated Babycorn’s true name to herself. No wonder Babycorn considered her powers a secret. If other people knew about it there was no telling what kind of things she would be forced to do. 

Sphene’s gaze grew dark, whispering under her breath. “Had I that power I could…” 

“But it’s a secret so you can’t tell anyone! Okay?” Babycorn reminded her. Not that she thought Sphene needed reminding. Someone as nice as her must have a lot of friends and secrets all over her kingdom! It was only natural. 

“My lips are sealed!” 

Babycorn had no idea what that meant but it sounded reassuring. Even so, there was one way she could make sure that her starsinger secret wouldn’t spread. Not unless Babycorn wanted it to. Babycorn held out her hand, sticking her pinky out.  “Can we pinky promise on it?” 

At first Babycorn was worried that because her and Sphene were from different worlds she would have to explain what a pinky promise was. Thankfully Sphene copied her hand movements exactly. “I would gladly.” She nodded. 

Babycorn beamed, smiling wide. “Then it’s a pinky promise!” 

“It’s a promise! Chelinka.”

[ahealthynewbody1]

Nubian Heritage raw shea butter, the ultimate skin-softening cleanser, combines shea butter with nourishing soy milk and a blend of frankincense and myrrh.  Softening, regenerative and antioxidant. Normal to dry skin types. Butter with nourishing soy Milk and a blend of Frankincense and myrrh.

[cadenstone]

Pies - Raisin Butter Tarts Brown sugar, lemon juice, melted butter, egg, lots of raisins, and a tiny bit of nutmeg are the main ingredients in these tiny sweet tarts. They bake up delicious and golden. Serve with whipped cream on the side.

[clovenlife]

Raisin Butter Tarts Brown sugar, lemon juice, melted butter, egg, lots of raisins, and a tiny bit of nutmeg are the main ingredients in these tiny sweet tarts. They bake up delicious and golden. Serve with whipped cream on the side. 3 tablespoons butter melted, 1 cup raisins, 14 prepared tart shells, 1 cup packed brown sugar, 1 egg, 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg, 2 tablespoons lemon juice

[run-graph]

Raisin Butter Tarts Brown sugar, lemon juice, melted butter, egg, lots of raisins, and a tiny bit of nutmeg are the main ingredients in these tiny sweet tarts. They bake up delicious and golden. Serve with whipped cream on the side.

[sew-much-to-do]

DIY Taiwanese Milk Butter Buns (奶酥麵包)

These pillowy milk buns filled with sweet, rich and creamy milk butter are some of the most popular items in Taiwanese bakeries. Give this a try and you'll understand why!

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[rodspurethoughts]

Pharrell Williams and adidas Originals Launch Humanrace Samba Colors Collection

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[murderousink23]

03/01/2023 is National Nutrition Month 🌏, Baba Marta 🌱🇧🇬, Beer Day 🍺🇮🇸, National Day of Gratitude 🇰🇿, National Fruit Compote Day 🍓🇺🇲, National Horse Protection Day 🐎🇺🇲, National Peanut Butter Lovers Day 🥜🇺🇲, National Pig Day 🐖🇺🇲, Irish-American Heritage Month ☘🍀🇺🇲, Women's History Month 🚺🇺🇲, Self-injury Awareness Month 🇬🇧, Marie Curie Great Daffodil Appeal 👩‍🔬🇬🇧, St. David's Day 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

[cera-writes]

Remy and reader on their wedding day and night. Fluff and smut please? 😗😗😗😗😗😗

A/N: I like the way you think 🥰🥰🥰 Pairing: F!Reader x Remy "Gambit" LeBeau Tags: fluff, nfsw, sweet sweet smut

"I Do."

The air crackled with nervous anticipation, a fizzing current that danced along your spine. Sunlight streamed through the ornate French doors, casting a warm glow across the sprawling gardens of the St Louis Cathedral. It was the day. You were marrying Remy LeBeau.

A shiver, not entirely from the air-conditioned coolness of the room, rippled through you. You glanced at yourself in the antique mirror, the handcrafted lace of your wedding dress whispering against your skin. It was a vision of elegance, a stark contrast to the life you once knew. But then, so was everything about Remy.

A soft rap at the door startled you. "Come in," you called, your voice barely above a whisper.

The door creaked open, revealing Remy. He looked impossibly handsome in his tailored black suit, a crimson rosebud pinned to his lapel. His eyes, red as garnet and black as night, held a familiar warmth that sent a familiar flutter to your heart.

For a moment, you could only stare at him, speechless. He took a hesitant step forward, a sheepish grin breaking across his face. "Well, mon cheri," he drawled, his voice a barely above a caress, "you look like you swallowed a canary."

You swatted him playfully on the arm, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "That's the most eloquent compliment I've ever gotten from a thief."

Remy chuckled, the sound rich and deep. "Only for you, cherie. Only for you." He reached out, his hand hovering over yours. "Are you ready?"

You squeezed his hand, the nervous energy dissipating into a calm certainty. "As I'll ever be."

Remy's smile softened. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Then let's go steal the show, shall we?"

The walk down the aisle was a blur. Arms linked with Remy's, you felt a thousand eyes on you, yet all that mattered was the man beside you. You glanced over at the X-Men, your friends over the years as they smiled at the two of you. Morph was bawling, tears streaming down their eyes. Even some of Remy's old Guild acquaintances had shown up and made an appearance. Remy squeezed your hand reassuringly as you reached the altar, a silent promise exchanged in a single touch.

The ceremony was beautiful, a tasteful blend of your traditions and Remy's heritage. When it came time for the vows, Remy's voice, usually smooth as butter, trembled slightly. His words, though, were heartfelt, a testament to the love that had bloomed from the most unexpected of places.

Yours were no less heartfelt, spoken with a conviction that surprised even yourself. You pledged your love, your loyalty, your entire chaotic, beautiful life to this charming thief who had stolen your heart.

You both said without a single doubt in your words, "I do," at last.

As your longtime friend Kurt Wagner declared you husband and wife, Remy took your face in his hands, his gaze intense. The kiss that followed was filled with a lifetime of unspoken emotions, a promise whispered on stolen breaths.

The reception was a whirlwind of laughter, music, and dancing. Remy, ever the charmer, regaled your friends and family with tales of your adventures, your first time ever have met each other, each embellished for maximum effect. You watched him, a smile permanently plastered on your face, your heart overflowing with a happiness you never thought possible.

Later that night, as you stood on the balcony overlooking the moonlit gardens, Remy wrapped his arms around you from behind. "So," he murmured, his voice husky, "Mrs. LeBeau. How does it feel?"

You leaned back against him, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Like coming home, Remy. Like I finally belong."

He nuzzled your neck, his lips sending shivers down your spine. "Then welcome home, cherie. Welcome home."

As you gazed out at the star-dusted sky, hand in hand with the man you loved, you knew this was just the beginning of your grand adventure. A life together, filled with laughter, love, and perhaps the occasional heist, was a future you wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

But the night didn't stop there. Your Honeymoon awaited as Remy carried you bridal style back through the threshold.

Remy had managed to secure a beautiful hotel nestled in the heart of the French Quarter.

A slow smile spread across his face as he sat you down inside the French Chateau. He cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "Let's get you out of this dress, shall we?"

His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, a silent agreement hanging heavy in the air. He helped you remove the dress, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours.

When you stood before him in nothing but your lingerie, the air crackled with unspoken desire and undeniable lust. He took a step back, his eyes roaming over your body, a mixture of possessiveness and reverence in his gaze.

"Ma Belle, you are absolutely stunning," he breathed, his voice thick with desire, his accent thickening.

You stepped closer, bridging the gap between you. You reached out, your fingers tracing the planes of his chest. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it was replaced by a hungry glint in his eyes.

He captured your lips in a kiss, deep and demanding. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken promises, of a lifetime of passion waiting to be explored. You surrendered to him completely, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the feel of his strong arms wrapped around you.

You then pushed Remy down onto the plush bed adorned with red rose petals. He smirked devilishly, eyes never leaving yours as he beckoned you closer.

The night stretched before you, filled with stolen moments and whispered endearments. Remy was everything you'd ever dreamt of and more - tender and passionate, playful and protective. He explored your body with a reverence that left you breathless, his touch igniting a fire within you.

"Oh gods, Remy! Don't stop, please..." you begged breathlessly as he took you inch by inch, rough and hard, needy and desperate. "F-fuck chere! T-tu te sens si b-bien," he stammered, breaths coming out in short pants. You were both reaching new heights of ecstasy with each other.

You'd made it a point early on in your relationship that if he wanted you, he'd have to bed you properly on your wedding night as traditional and outdated as that sounded. You were tired of having your heart played with in the past. But here he was now, worshipping your body like a long forgotten art. Funny how life turned out for the both of you.

As the night wore on, the initial urgency gave way to a slow, sensual exploration. Remy was thrusting into you in slow deliberate thrusts. Your body fit him like a glove. "Just like that baby, god I love you, Remy...my cajun man," you kissed his lips as he made love to you.

He smiled, half proud and half completely enamored with how you were making him feel.

You learned each other's bodies in a new way, the pleasure building with each touch, each kiss.

Finally, sated and breathless, you lay curled up in his arms, the moonlight painting silver streaks across your entwined forms.

"I love you, Remy," you whispered once more, as if never getting tired of those three words, your voice thick with sleep.

He nuzzled your hair, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Je t'aime, mon cœur," he murmured. "Plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire."

You drifted off to sleep, the feeling of his love a warm blanket wrapped around you, the promise of a lifetime together a sweet dream on your lips.

You were his and he was yours.

Pour Toujours.

[bosphorushop]

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Baklava

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At Bosphorus Shopping, we offer various Baklava options made with the finest ingredients to ensure an authentic taste experience. The divine sweetness is perfectly balanced by the drizzle of honey and a hint of aromatic spices, making it an irresistible treat.

Enjoy the delightful taste of Baklava on its own or pair it with a cup of our carefully selected Herbal tea for a refreshing experience. Whether you're indulging after a meal or treating yourself to a snack, Baklava is sure to satisfy your cravings.

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TURKISH DELIGHT

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What sets our Turkish delight apart is the carefully selected ingredients that blend to create a delightfully chewy and soft texture. Available in various flavors like rose, lemon, pomegranate, and mint, it’s the perfect treat for those who appreciate the finer things in life. Pair it with a steaming cup of herbal tea for the ultimate sensory experience.

At Bosphorus Shopping, we pride ourselves on offering the highest quality Turkish delight, sourced directly from the heart of Turkey. Whether you're looking to satisfy a sweet tooth or searching for a unique gift, our authentic Turkish delight is a delightful choice that brings joy to any occasion.

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Spices

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Our extensive range includes everything from aromatic cumin and rich paprika to zesty sumac and fragrant saffron. Each spice not only enhances the taste but also brings a unique touch to your favorite recipes, whether you are preparing traditional Turkish delights or experimenting with herbal tea blends.

Adding spices to your pantry means embracing a world of culinary exploration. Elevate your dishes with our premium quality offerings, and discover how these essential ingredients can enrich your baklava, turkish delight, and more. With each purchase, you are guaranteed the freshest and most flavorful options, meticulously packaged for your convenience.

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Herbal Tea

Indulging in herbal tea is not just a delightful experience but also a journey into the rich culture of Turkey. Known for its soothing properties, herbal tea offers a variety of flavors that cater to different tastes and preferences. Whether you seek relaxation after a long day or a caffeine-free alternative to traditional beverages, you will find the perfect blend among the exquisite selections available at Bosphorus Shopping.

Our herbal teas not only serve as a refreshing drink but also bring along the health benefits of natural ingredients. Infused with spices and herbs, each cup not only delights the senses but also promotes well-being. Perfectly paired with sweet treats like baklava and Turkish delight, enjoy a moment of indulgence that tantalizes the taste buds.

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[lady-ashfade]

By Your Side

Jacaerys Velaryon x betrothed!fem!reader

╰･ﾟ✧☽ had a poll of some ideas I had, this and Luke one were neck and neck at the end.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 586

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short, fluffy, comfort for both sides, me just wanted to give my velaryon boys some lovin.

If there was one thing you’d use to describe jacaerys, you would use loyal. The time and devotion he shows his duties to his kingdom and to his heritage to become a good future king was admired by you. The way he cared for his family deeply, finding time to teach and spend time with his younger brothers made your heart swell with pride to call him yours. And just like all of that he found time to devote himself to you with his body and soul. He was charming too, great at sweet talking and sending gifts to butter you up and it works too well.

For years you pushed yourself to be the best queen and wife he could have, you learned many things. All to be at his side when the time was right.

“I highly doubt there is still a knot left in your hair,” his voice echos through your room. you sat in front of your mirror brushing through your hair and make it perfect to be styled, it was the morning. glancing up through the reflection you see him standing with a handsome smirk on his face that was contagious.

“and have my maid scorn me for the smallest knot that I missed? she is cruel with her tugs.” the feeling of the pulling of her methods were fresh and burned into your memory. jace chuckled from behind you and moved closer to you, once he got to the back of your chair he placed his hand on yours.

he took the brush from your hands and placed it onto the table in front of you, and leaned down to kiss your forehead you moved up towards him. you closed your eyes and hum at the nice feeling of his hands rubbing your shoulders and his lips pressing soft repeated kisses to your skin. he was tender, and so sweet that it had your stomach fill with butterflies.

“keep your eyes closed for me,” he leaned close to your ear and you shiver from hear the tone in his voice, and the feeling of the smirk on his lips. he might be a gentleman but he did love tease you the way he knew how. “that’s it,” he praised and moved with his hands to lean you up a bit.

you felt his fingertips brush themselves on the back of your neck and move your hair out of the way. you take a deep breath and try to calm your heart from beating so fast that he hear feel it. he chuckle when you tensed slightly when you felt something cold pressed to your collar bone and rest there.

“I do hope you liked it, open your eyes.” at his command you did as he asked. your eyes fixated on the silver necklace wrapped around your neck, a dragon symbol in the middle, the targaryen sigil to be exact. and gods, was it beautiful.

his name feel from you lips softly as you tugged softly at the chain and admired it in the mirror. he was one for many gifts and this one made you fall deeper in love with him. turning your head around to look up at him with affection, “I love it,” you smiled wider and lean up a bit.

“And I love you.” he could help but chuckle at your words and lean down to press a kiss on your lips.

It was only a matter of time before he could be able to call you his wife.