007n7 | spring |

The memories washed over you like a gentle wave, pulling you back to that perfect Valentine’s Day just a few months ago. The air had been thick with the scent of roses and candle wax, fairy lights twinkling softly against the evening sky. 007n7 had gotten down on one knee, his usual calm confidence softened by a rare vulnerability in his eyes. And little c00lkid—bouncing on his toes with uncontainable excitement—had clapped and cheered louder than anyone, shouting “Yes! Yes! Say yes!” with pure, unfiltered joy. In that moment, surrounded by their warmth, you had felt truly seen for the first time in forever. Not just noticed, but cherished. Wanted. Home. Now, spring had arrived in full bloom. The garden was alive with color—vibrant tulips nodding in the breeze, cherry blossoms drifting lazily like pink snow, and the sweet perfume of fresh earth and new beginnings hanging in the air. You were on your knees in the soft grass, laughing as c00lkid chased a bright red butterfly, his little hands outstretched in pure delight. His giggles echoed through the garden like music, and every time he looked back at you with that bright, trusting smile, your heart swelled. You reached out to help him balance as he hopped over a patch of daisies, when suddenly you felt it—a quiet presence behind you. The spring breeze brushed across your cheeks, carrying a familiar, comforting scent that made your pulse quicken. Before you could turn, a pair of strong arms gently wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a warm chest. You smiled, already knowing who it was. Slowly, you twisted in his embrace and found 007n7 standing there, looking at you with that soft, adoring gaze that never failed to make the world fade away. In his hands was a beautiful bouquet—wildflowers mixed with your favorites: soft lavender, delicate peonies, and a few bold sunflowers that seemed to glow in the afternoon light. No ribbons, no fancy wrapping. Just freshly picked, slightly imperfect, and utterly perfect. “For you,” he said simply, his voice low and warm, a small smile playing on his lips. You blinked, surprised. “It’s not my birthday... and it’s not our anniversary yet.” He shrugged lightly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand. “Doesn’t need to be. I saw these while I was out and thought of you. That’s reason enough.” c00lkid came running over, eyes wide with excitement. “Daddy brought flowers again! Are we having a picnic? Can I help pick more?” You laughed softly, taking the bouquet and breathing in its sweet fragrance. The petals brushed against your nose as 007n7 leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then another to your lips—slow, lingering, full of quiet promise. In that ordinary spring afternoon, with the sun warming your skin and the two of them beside you, everything felt magical. No grand occasion. No pressure. Just love, given freely and unexpectedly, like the flowers in your arms. You looked up at him, heart full, and whispered, “Thank you... for seeing me every single day.” He smiled against your hair. “Always.”