Happy first birthday, my little troublemakers. One year ago, you changed our family in ways I never thought possible. You fill every room with laughter, chaos, and more love than I can ever put into words. Watching the two of you grow side by side has been the greatest privilege of my life. Never lose your curiosity, your kindness, or the bond that makes you stronger together than either of you could ever be alone.

I love you more than you’ll understand for many years to come.

….Hey Jacky, hey Reece, today you turned one year old.

I honestly don’t know how that happened. It’s only been twelve months, yet somehow it feels as though my entire life has been rearranged within this single year. In my job, I’ve learned how to read maps, write operational plans, and prepare for just about every situation imaginable. But nothing could have prepared me for the two of you. Not for the sleepless nights, not for the wonderful chaos you bring into every room with remarkable consistency, and certainly not for the realization that two little boys can completely change a man. You are like two different sides of the same story. Sometimes I honestly believe you communicate without saying a single word. One glance is all it takes, and suddenly you’re both off together, as if you’ve already decided what adventure comes next. I watch you and often wonder which one of you is the mastermind. Most of the time, I come to the conclusion that you simply take turns.

You have enough energy to fill entire houses. There are days when I come home after a long shift convinced I’ve already experienced everything a person could possibly experience in one day. Then I open the front door and find the two of you getting into some kind of mischief that probably only twins could dream up. Every single time, I end up laughing — even though I’d promised myself I was going to be the strict one. You have this extraordinary gift of turning even the most serious mood into joy within seconds, simply by looking at me as though the world is the most beautiful place imaginable. But what impresses me most is something entirely different. Beneath all that wild energy is a kindness that leaves me speechless time and time again. You’re still so little, and yet you already seem to know when someone needs comfort. I’ve seen one of you immediately look for the other after he fell over. I’ve watched you cuddle up to your sisters or reach for your mum with your tiny hands, as though you instinctively understood that love can heal more than words ever could. That’s what makes me so incredibly proud of you. Not because you’re loud or fearless. Not because one day you’ll grow up to be strong men. But because I can already see that compassion lives inside you. The world needs strong people, but more than anything, it needs people who use their strength to lift others up. I hope with all my heart that you never lose that part of yourselves.

@xcrimescenedonotcrossx

This year, you’ve made your mum laugh more times than I could ever count. You’ve helped your sisters become the amazing big sisters I could only have wished for. And you’ve changed me, too. I’ve become more patient than I ever believed I could be. I now look forward to moments that, in another life, I probably would have overlooked—a family breakfast, tiny footsteps across the living room, or two messy little faces covered in food. Today, those moments mean more to me than any award I’ve ever received. Whenever I look at you, I’m reminded of how quickly time slips away. Just a year ago, you were barely longer than my forearm. Today, you crawl through the house with such determination, as though you already know exactly where your journey will take you. And I know that one day, that journey will lead you far from home. You’ll make your own decisions. You’ll make mistakes. You’ll get back up. And you’ll find your own place in this world. That doesn’t scare me. The only thing I hope is that you never forget where your roots are. Your mum and I won’t be able to remove every obstacle from your path. That wouldn’t be possible, and it wouldn’t be right. But you’ll never have to take a single step alone. No matter how old you are or where life leads you, you’ll always have a place to come home to. A place where you’ll be loved unconditionally and where the door will always be open. I hope that one day you’ll remember how often we laughed together, how many afternoons we spent outside, and how many times your mum and I simply looked at you because we couldn’t believe how much happiness two little boys could bring into one life.

For a long time, I thought love was something you could lose if you held it too tightly. Then you came into my life and taught me that real love doesn’t make you feel trapped; it makes you feel safe.

You became the one person I never have to pretend with. The one place I can lay down every fear, every burden, and simply be myself. Now, every time I feel our little miracle move, I’m reminded that the greatest thing we’ve ever created isn’t a home, a life, or even a future.

It’s a family. Our family. <3

A family built on every choice we made to stay, to fight, and to love each other through it all.

You are my home, too. My peace. My greatest blessing. And one day, when we finally hold our daughter in our arms, I know I’ll look at both of you and realize that every difficult road I ever walked led me exactly where I was meant to be. To you.

….Everything comes to you at the right time.

I’ve started this text at least ten times by now, and deleted it every single time. Not because I can’t think of anything to say, but because I don’t know how to describe something that is bigger than words.

Since our wedding, I keep going over the same moments in my mind. It usually happens when the house has gone quiet and the children are asleep, or when I’m sitting somewhere and nothing demands my attention for a moment. That’s when I think back to those final days before the wedding — and to how much was actually going on inside both of us, even though we didn’t say it all out loud. I remember the beach so clearly, and that damn archway that nearly drove the two of you crazy. You, especially. Anyone else probably would have just seen a few flowers and a piece of wood being buffeted by the wind. I saw something completely different. I saw how much love you had poured into that day. How important every single detail was to you. How hard you tried to hold everything together, even though a storm was already raging inside you, a storm far greater than the one out over the sea.

Back then, you thought you were crying because of the hormones. Maybe that was even partly true. But I think the real reason was something else. I think you were slowly realizing what that day truly meant. That it wasn’t just a wedding. It was the end of a long journey and, at the same time, the beginning of a new chapter in life. It was the decision to place complete trust in another person and to choose love, despite all the risks. And that is exactly why I looked at you back then and fell in love with you just a little bit more. Because behind all your strength, behind your sarcasm, behind the woman who always tries to shoulder everything on her own, I saw the woman who was simply afraid to be happy. Perhaps because happiness is always something precious. Perhaps because people like us have learned that you can lose everything. Perhaps because you knew how much that day meant to me.

On the morning of our wedding, I stood by the window with Steve and Bruce, trying to act as if I were completely relaxed. Steve was teasing me, the way he always does. Bruce was trying to offer some words of wisdom. And I barely registered either of them. Because in truth, I was just waiting for the time to pass. I was waiting to see you. When the doors opened later and you appeared, I actually forgot to breathe for a moment. I know that sounds like something out of a bad romance movie, but that’s exactly how it felt. Suddenly, everything went quiet. The guests and the music faded away. And even the ocean seemed to grow quieter. There was only you. And Kate… you were beautiful. Why? Because in that moment, I could see everything you are to me. The woman who comforts our children at night and cares for everyone she loves. The woman who is stronger than she realizes — who stole my heart a long time ago and still hasn't given it back. When you started speaking and read your vows, I realized something — something I’d likely known for a long time but never truly understood. You didn’t just give me your love; you gave me your trust. And I don’t think you’ll ever fully grasp how much that means to me. Because I know your history, your fears, your walls, and the parts of you that no one else is allowed to see. Yet, you chose to let me in. There is no greater gift.

Something has changed since our wedding. Not my love for you — that was already there. What has changed is the feeling. I used to drive home because that’s where the people I love were. Now, I drive home knowing my wife is waiting for me there. And every time I think of that word, I smile — *my wife*. Not because it implies possession, but because it signifies belonging and the choice we made for each other. The fact that, in front of everyone we love, we declared: No matter what comes, we will walk this path together. And I think the most beautiful part is that I’m no longer afraid of the future. Of course, hard times will come; we’ll argue and make mistakes. But when I think about the future, I no longer see all the things that could go wrong — I see you. When I look back on my life, there are many things I’m proud of, but none of them compare to what we’ve built together.

….Because at the end of my life, it won’t matter what missions I led or what awards I received. Even my rank is irrelevant; all that will matter is that I loved you. And that I had the unimaginable good fortune of being loved in return. @xcrimescenedonotcrossx

I’ve read your letter four times now. Actually, five times. The first time, I cried. The second time, I tried not to cry. The third time, I got annoyed that I cried again. The fourth time, I gave up. And now I’m sitting here with tear-stained eyes and a completely shattered claim to being the emotionally stable person in this relationship. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

When I started reading, I thought I would simply smile and be happy. I thought it would be a beautiful letter. A loving letter. Maybe one that I would put away in a drawer and take out again someday. Instead, you accomplished something very few people ever manage to do: you made me see myself through your eyes. And I think that’s exactly what hit me so hard. Because when I look in the mirror, I usually see the things I could do better. The mistakes, the doubts, the insecurities. The moments when I wasn’t patient enough, brave enough, strong enough. You, on the other hand, seem to look at me and see something completely different. Sometimes I honestly wonder whether we’re even talking about the same person. Because the woman you describe sounds to me like someone I still aspire to become. And yet, I know that you mean every single word. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I love you. You see things in me that I so often overlook myself. You remind me of who I am when I forget.

While reading your letter, I kept thinking about the days before our wedding. The archway and the sleepless nights. My completely irrational breakdowns over things that probably nobody but me would have even noticed. Back then, I felt as if everything rested on my shoulders. Today, I know that was never true. You stood beside me the entire time. Just as you always do. With that unbelievably calm nature that sometimes drives me crazy and at the same time catches me whenever I fall.

You wrote in your letter that you believed I was afraid of being happy. And you know what? You were right.

The worst part is that you probably knew it before I understood it myself. I was afraid; I was afraid of how much I love you. Because people like us have learned that everything valuable can be lost.

Because we have both lived through things that left scars.

Because love is beautiful, but never without risk.

And still, you stood there beside me until I stopped running away. I think that was the moment my life changed. Not on our wedding day but on the day I decided to trust you.

You wrote that I gave you my trust. The truth is, you earned it. Every moment you stayed when it would have been easier to leave. You showed me that love doesn’t mean being perfect.

It means staying.

That’s why I had to smile when you wrote that something changed after the wedding. Because I feel exactly the same way. Not because I loved you any less before, but because that little word suddenly gained a meaning I never expected. My husband. It still sounds crazy. Sometimes I say it only in my mind and can’t help but grin. And sometimes I simply look at you and wonder how I could possibly have been blessed with such incredible happiness.

You wrote that at the end of your life, the only thing that will matter is that you loved me. Then let me tell you something:

If one day I am old and looking back on my life, I will think of you.

Of your hand in mine and the way you look at me.

Of the way you still find me beautiful on the days when I feel anything but beautiful.

And I will think about how incredibly lucky I was to be loved by a man who became my home.

You are my safest place.

My favorite person.

My best friend.

My husband.

And no matter how many years pass, no matter how many wrinkles we someday get, or how many times we still argue about which one of us is right — I will choose you again and again. Just as I did on the day I said yes.

….Your eyes and the way you smile.

Do you know what has really hit me again over the last few days? You never left me behind. The energy you put into loving me has never faded. Do you know how unfamiliar that is to me? Whenever I love, I do it with all my heart, and every single time, I never received back what I gave. But you’re different. You’re so full of warmth that I often find myself wondering what I did to deserve you. I think I’m the proudest man on this planet because I can say that I have a woman who invests 1000% into us and never leaves me behind. I always thought that one day I would get over you after we had that time apart. But honestly? I never did. I never experienced again what you were able to give me throughout all those years. And being able to feel it once more now — this time even more intensely — is better than any jackpot in the world.

In just a few days, those 1000% will probably become a million, and that thought alone makes me melt. The thought of you becoming my wife on Saturday still makes my knees weak. Seeing our children carry your last name, becoming your Mr. Beckett — it makes me feel like I’m floating. Kate, you are and always will be the woman who enriches my life in ways I never would have dared to explore. The fact that I’m sitting here again, writing these words to you, shows just how positively you influence me. I’ve never been a master of emotional love letters, but you and your love keep inspiring me to put my feelings into words — just so you can understand how much you truly mean to me. I’d love to let these lines go on forever, but that would mean revealing everything I’ve already written into my wedding vows. And by the way, I’m going to make you cry.

….To keep it short: Thank you, Kate. Thank you for making me feel every single day what a relationship should be like — mutual.

Do you know what I love most about you? The way you always seem surprised that I give everything I have to us. As if loving you is some extraordinary thing. For me, it never was. You were never a challenge, never a burden, and never someone I had to hold onto. You were always home. Even during the time we spent apart, there was a part of me that knew my heart would always find its way back to you. And trust me, Mr. Beckett, you’re not the only one whose knees go weak at the thought of Saturday. You wrote that I make you feel what a relationship should be like. The truth is, you’ve shown me what it feels like to be loved without conditions. You’ve shown me that love isn’t about fighting against each other, but standing beside each other. That every day we get to choose one another again…. and I would choose you every single time. So thank you, Rick. Thank you for never stopping being my favorite person. Thank you for making me laugh when I’m trying to be serious, and for catching me whenever life gets heavy. And if you think you’re going to make me cry with your vows, I have some bad news for you: I’ve already lost that battle.

I love you more than words will ever be able to explain, and in just a few days, I get to call you my husband. I can’t think of a single thing in this world that could make me happier than that.

Forever yours,

　────　  𝐺𝑈𝐼𝐿𝑇𝑌  𝑂𝑅  𝐼𝑁𝑁𝑂𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇   .ᐣ

rules : you can only say " guilty " or " innocent ". you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages or asks you.

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asked someone to marry you ? ─── innocent

kissed one of your friends ? ─── guilty

danced on a table in a bar/tavern ? ─── guilty

ever told a lie ? ─── guilty

had feelings for someone you can't have ? ─── guilty

ever kissed someone of the same sex ? ─── guilty

kissed a picture/painting ? ─── guilty

slept until 5pm ? ─── innocent

fallen asleep at work/school ? ─── innocent

worked at a fast food chain/restaurant ? ─── innocent

stolen something ? ─── innocent

been fired from a job ? ─── guilty

done something you regret ? ─── guilty

laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose ? ─── guilty

caught a snowflake on your tongue ? ─── guilty

kissed in the rain ? ─── guilty

sat on a rooftop ? ─── guilty

kissed someone you shouldn't have ? ─── guilty

sang in the shower ? ─── guilty

been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on ? ─── innocent

shaved your head ? ─── innocent

slept naked ? ─── guilty

made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry ? ─── guilty

shot a gun ? ─── guilty

still loved someone you shouldn't ? ─── guilty

have/had a tattoo/piercing ? ─── guilty

liked someone, but will never tell who ? ─── guilty

been too honest ? ─── guilty

ruined a surprise ? ─── innocent

been told that you're beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said ? ─── guilty

stalked someone ? ─── innocent

thoughts about murder ? ─── guilty

how about mass murder ? ─── guilty

cheated on someone ? ─── innocent

gotten so angry that you cried ? ─── guilty

tried to stay away from someone for their own good ? ─── innocent

thoughts about suicide ? ─── innocent

had a girlfriend/boyfriend ? ─── guilty

gotten totally drunk during a holiday ? ─── guilty

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….What‘s your favourite place?

I used to think places mattered. The truth is, they don’t — Not anymore. Because I don’t have a favourite place. I have favourite people. And wherever they are, that’s where I belong.

To my family — I’ve stood in places most people will never see. Mountains, deserts, war zones, cities on the other side of the world. I’ve watched sunsets over oceans and sunrises from helicopters thousands of feet above the ground. And yet none of those places ever stayed with me. You did. Home was never a house, never a city, never a country. It's a feeling.

It's Kate laughing at one of my terrible jokes while pretending she didn't find it funny. It's Dawn rolling her eyes at both of us because we're acting like children. It's Lily, Jack, and Reece filling a room with so much noise that silence suddenly feels wrong. It's our little girl kicking from inside her mother's belly as if she's already trying to join the conversation. It’s family movie nights. Messy breakfasts. Arguments that somehow end in laughter. It’s the sound of everyone being home.

That’s my favorite place — All of you.

Because I’ve learned something over the years: Home isn’t where you are. Home is who you can’t imagine living without. And every single one of you became my home a long time ago. So if anyone ever asks me where my favorite place is, my answer will always be the same:

Trauma.

…I don’t think there will ever be a moment in my life more terrifying and beautiful than asking you to marry me.

Terrifying because loving you means I suddenly have everything to lose. Beautiful because loving you is still the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. When I stood with you on that mountain overlooking the lake, with the wind moving through your hair and the sunset painting gold across your skin, I remember thinking one thing over and over again:

How the hell did I get this lucky?

You looked at me like I was home and something safe. And Kate nobody has ever looked at me that way before. I’ve spent most of my life surviving, fighting, running toward danger because it was easier than standing still long enough to feel anything real. Then you happened. And somehow this terrifying, stubborn, brilliant woman crashed into my life and turned every part of me upside down. You challenge me more than anyone ever has. You infuriate me. You scare me. You love me harder than I thought a human being could love another person. And somewhere between all our fights, all the chaos, all the nights spent holding each other together after life tried to tear us apart, you became the center of my world.

…Madeira changed something in me.

Not because it was beautiful — although damn, it was. Not because of the ocean or the mountains or those quiet mornings with you wrapped around me while the sun rose over the water. It changed me because for the first time in a very long time, I stopped thinking about survival. I started thinking about forever. Forever with you. I think about growing old beside you. About gray hair and wrinkles and you still pretending you’re always right. About our children making fun of us while you continue terrorizing me over walks for the next forty years. About slow mornings in kitchens that smell like coffee. About your hand still reaching for mine instinctively when we fall asleep. About every version of us that still hasn’t happened yet. And maybe that sounds insane considering the lives we’ve lived. Maybe people like us aren’t supposed to believe in peace this much. But then you look at me the way you do and suddenly I believe in everything.

You once told me that I stayed. The truth is, Kate, there was never anywhere else I wanted to be. Even when we were broken. Even when we hurt each other. Even when we lost our way. It was always you. I think part of me loved you long before I even understood what love really was. You see through every wall I have ever built. Every mask. Every lie I tell myself when I think I have to carry everything alone. And somehow — instead of running, you hold me tighter. Do you know what I realized while watching you here these past days? You are never more beautiful than when you forget to protect yourself. When you laugh without restraint. When you melt into my arms because you’re too tired to pretend you’re okay. When you let me take care of you. When you look at our daughter like she already hung the moon in the sky. I saw you terrified in that hospital bed. I saw you trying to blame yourself for everything. And all I could think was how desperately I needed both of you to stay. That moment broke something open inside me. Because I understood with terrifying clarity that if I ever lost you, there would not be a version of me left afterward that I would recognize.

You are stitched into every part of my life now. And our little girl — f*ck, Kate. Watching your hand rest on your stomach while the ocean moved behind you felt like watching my entire future breathe in front of me. I already know she’s going to have your fire, your stubbornness, your enormous heart. And selfishly? I hope she looks at me the way you do sometimes. Like I’m worth loving even at my worst. I know we’re not perfect. Hell, sometimes we’re a complete disaster. You hide things when you’re scared. I get angry too fast. We both try to carry pain alone until it nearly destroys us. But somehow we still keep finding our way back to each other. Every single time. That has to mean something bigger than luck. I don’t need perfection with you. I don’t need easy. I don’t even need peace all the time.

I just need you. Your voice in the morning, your sarcasm, your warmth in bed. The way you say my name when you’re emotional. The way you still look at me like I’m the man you chose. Because Kate… I choose you too. For every lifetime I get.

So yes, I will marry you. I will love you through every version of yourself. The fearless detective. The exhausted mother. The woman who terrifies grown men with one look. The soft-hearted girl who still misses her mother. The fiancée who clings to me in the middle of the night because she thinks I’m asleep and won’t notice. I notice everything. And I love all of it. Thank you for saying yes on that mountain. Thank you for trusting me with your heart. Thank you for making me believe I deserve a future this beautiful. You once called yourself my Gremlin. But sweetheart — you are also the best thing that has ever happened to me.

…ALWAYS @xcrimescenedonotcrossx

Do you know what I hate about you?

The fact that you say things I can’t defend myself against. I’ve read these lines three times now, and each time I cried at a different part. And before you start grinning: no, that does not mean you’re right. It simply means I’m pregnant and my hormones have decided to publicly humiliate me. Or maybe it means that I love you. But only maybe. Shit, that sounded way too cheesy.

When I read your letter, I kept thinking about that mountain. About the way your hands were shaking even though you were trying so hard to play it cool. And Rick? You weren’t cool. You looked like a schoolboy standing in front of his crush. And I remember the exact moment I realized that you were about to completely ruin my heart all over again.

You wonder how you got so lucky. The truth?

I ask myself the same thing. Because when I look back on my life, I see a woman who spent most of it losing people. My mother; and with her, my sense of safety and trust. Over and over again, life taught me that people leave. And then you came along. You had a thousand reasons to leave too. And I know I’ve given you more than enough of them. Far too many. My walls, combined with my stubbornness and my obsessive need to control everything. My inability to admit when I’m scared. And yet you stayed. Not because it was easy, but because it was hard. Maybe that’s why I love you so much. Because you never gave up on me. You stayed. Again and again.

And somewhere along the way, that feeling of safety became something much bigger. You became my home. When you’re around, I feel like I’ve finally arrived somewhere. And honestly? That still scares me. Because nobody should have that kind of power over my heart. But you do. And somehow, you’re the one person I’ve managed to surrender that control to.

You wrote that Madeira changed something in you. It changed something in me too. For the first time in years, I stopped constantly looking backward. At my mother and my mistakes. At all the things I’ve lost. For the first time, I started looking forward. And there you were. With your terrible sense of humor and your ridiculously oversized ego. Your absurd obsession with making me go on walks. Seriously, why? And that look you always give me, as if I’m something precious. Something worth protecting and deserving of love. You see things in me that I can’t see myself. Sometimes it drives me insane. Actually, almost all the time. But I think that’s exactly why I need you. Because you remind me who I am whenever I lose myself.

And Rick…

When I wake up in the middle of the night and your hand automatically reaches for me, I sometimes think about how ridiculous our life really is. We argue and debate like politicans. We drive each other absolutely crazy. And yet there is nobody else in this world I’d rather fall asleep next to. Nobody whose voice calms me faster. Nobody whose embrace feels more like home.

…You wrote that you would choose me again and again; In every life; In every version of us. Then you should know this:

I would choose you too. Always.

You are my favorite decision and the best one I’ve ever made.

Thank you for staying.

Thank you for fighting.

Thank you for loving me.

And thank you for showing me that sometimes home looks like two arms, green eyes, and one incredibly stubborn man.

Rick, @suicdesqad

I don’t think words will ever fully describe what you are to me. And still, I want to try, because you deserve to hear it. Again and again.

You are my home.

Not New York. Not some apartment. Not this world of cases, weapons, blood, and chaos we’ve both spent far too long surviving in. You. Your arms. Your voice. The sound of your heartbeat at night when I can’t sleep and you still hold me like there’s nothing more important in this world.

Maybe that’s exactly why I love you so much.

Because you stayed.

You’ve seen the darkest parts of me. My anger. My obsession. My fear. The walls I spent years hiding behind. And still, you never stopped looking at me like I was something worth loving.

You didn’t save me, Rick.

You showed me that I was allowed to be saved.

And I know I’m not easy.

I know I argue, shut people out, work too much, and try to carry the weight of the world alone. But you… you take that weight from my shoulders piece by piece without ever making me feel weak.

You don’t love me despite my scars.

You love me with them.

Every time I wake up at night and feel your arm tighten around me, I realize all over again how lucky I am to have you. And when I see the way you look at our children with patience, warmth, and so much love …I fall for you all over again.

You are going to be an incredible husband.

And an even more incredible father to our Alien.

Maybe that’s what scares me sometimes.

Because suddenly I have something to lose.

You.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all these years, it’s that love isn’t the absence of fear. Love is choosing to stay anyway.

And I will stay.

For every argument.

Every difficult night.

Every kiss at sunrise.

Every little adventure.

Every ridiculous discussion about going on walks.

I stay for us.

And when I’m old, gray, and somehow even more difficult than I already am, I hope you’ll still hold my hand and pretend you’re not hopelessly addicted to me.

I love you.

With everything I am.

And everything I still have left to become.

Yesterday was a very special day, and instead of sharing it with the whole world, we enjoyed it privately. Yesterday, my little girl, you turned four. And to be honest, I don't even know when that happened. When did you grow into this wonderful and beautiful lady? It feels like just yesterday when you looked at me with those tiny green eyes and my heart melted. I'm so proud of you, Dawn. And I love you with all my heart. I look forward to every second, minute, and hour we spend together. As mother and daughter. As family.

Like every year, you received a huge bouquet of flowers, and like every year, your joy was priceless. You are such a simple girl, because our time together has always been more important to you than any gift in the world. I don't know how I'm going to cope with the fact that one day you'll move out and live your own life. The last four years have flown by so quickly, and the next few will too, which terrifies me. But we should focus on the here and now, on the hours ahead. And when I tell you that I'm going to enjoy them, I mean it with all my heart.