a domestic bliss

There are simple moments in life like these that make Betty Cooper feel so incredibly lucky.

Moments when she’s leaning against their kitchen counter, wiping her hands dry on a dishrag as her gaze intimately explores the features of his face. It lingers on the concentration in his eyes that travels to the furrowed line between his eyebrows.

His lips purse as he reads back what he’s typed, subconsciously tapping his pen to a familiar rhythm of his own making as he does so. Her heart swells as she notices the pink kissing his cheeks, a flush from the glass of wine she’d poured him earlier in the evening.

A knowing smile tugs on the corner of his lips and she opens her mouth to say something, clearly caught red-handed admiring everything about him.

Without lifting his gaze, he murmurs, “I love you too, Betts.”