[Sypha's right. Because his face somehow manages to grow fonder, softer, and even more stupidly, desperately, ridiculously happy than it already is . There are no tears, but the warmth and adoration that radiates off that face could get a field to grow.]
My wife.
[And okay, maybe he's a little teared up now, but that's going to be solved with another kiss because shut up.]
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My wife.
[And okay, maybe he's a little teared up now, but that's going to be solved with another kiss because shut up.]