#mark.txt

Confessing his feelings to you the moment he finally found the courage—and hearing you confess back—wasn’t enough. Asking you to be his girlfriend and putting a beautiful ring on your finger to seal that promise wasn’t enough. Doing everything, anything, just to see you smile, even on your worst days, wasn’t enough. Slipping a wedding band on your finger and helping plan the wedding of your dreams wasn’t enough. Saying "I love you" over and over again still wasn’t enough.

Nothing, nothing, ever felt enough to express how much you meant to him. How deeply you were the most important person in his life. How he would be nothing without you.

He had so much, and his love for you consumed it all. He had so much, and without you, it all meant nothing. Sometimes, he couldn’t understand how anyone else could love you, how anyone else could even be allowed to love you, when he, alone, already loved you so much, so entirely, so completely, with nothing left of himself beyond what belonged to you.

And that was just... natural to him. Loving you was as easy as breathing. He felt like he'd been made to be yours from the very beginning, and there was nothing in the world that could ever make him regret that.

“Mark, is everything okay?” your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, making him pause the gentle caresses he’d been running through your hair.

“Yeah, babe, why?” he tilted his head slightly, eyebrows lifting as he looked at you.

You had been talking to him for a few minutes now, the two of you were sitting on the bed, with you all curled up against him, your body resting on his chest while his back leaned against the headboard. His eyes had been on you the whole time, but it didn’t feel like he was really listening.

"Then what are you thinking about now?" you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously. He let out a soft laugh and pulled you even closer against his chest.

"Just about how much I love my beautiful wife," he leaned down slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You softened immediately. As always, his words were completely sincere, and they made your heart swell.

"I love you too," you said back, lifting your joined hands to kiss the back of his. "So much."

And, as always, your sweet confession made his chest ache in the best way. No matter how many times he heard it, it never failed to make his knees weak.

"Not more than I do, though," he teased playfully as his fingers returned to your hair, gently running through your locks.

"I really love you more than anything in this world. I don't know what 'd do without you," he added softly, looking at you with so much adoration it nearly took your breath away.

He was always this affectionate, but this time, he felt even more so than usual. "...Did something happen, my love?" a hint of worry on your tone.

His gaze softened at your concern, and he shifted slightly so he could bury his face in your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin.

“No, babe, you don’t have to worry,” he murmured, his voice muffled. “It’s just that I really love you… and I’m really happy to have you in my life. Really,” he added, holding you a little tighter. “I just… I hate that I can’t show you how much you mean to me. That’s all.”

You rested your chin on his shoulder, your hands tracing slow circles on his back. “I know how much you love me, Mark. You show me every single day. That’s the last thing you should ever worry about.”

“I know, but… I don’t know,” he sighed softly, his warm breath brushing over your neck. “I just feel like I’m not doing enough, you know?”

You pulled back slightly so you could look at him, moving your hands up to cup his face. He leaned into your touch like it was second nature, and the way he looked at you, like a lovesick puppy, made your stomach twist in all the best ways.

“You’ve already given me, and still give me, more love than I ever thought I deserved. You’re more than enough.”

You leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, and he melted into it completely, it always felt like the first time with you.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” you said gently. “You’re the one who makes me happy every single day… even when we’re mad at each other,” you teased playfully, earning a soft chuckle from him.

Sure, he still felt like he needed to do more, but knowing he wasn’t making you unhappy, that everything he did made you feel loved, was enough to bring him peace. That’s all he wanted. All he needed was for you to be happy by his side, giving you everything you deserved and more.

“God, I love you,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips, making you giggle.

“Mmh, I love you too, my lovely husband,” you replied, also planting a soft, chaste kiss on his lips this time.

“Do you know I love it when you call me your husband?” he asked, raising a brow slightly as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I had a feeling,” you laughed. “My cute husband isn’t exactly subtle about it.”

He smirked. “If you keep saying that, I’m gonna have to remind you of one of the reasons you married me.”

“Wow, how terrifying,” you teased, your tone playful and mocking, which only made his grin grow more mischievous as he gently pushed you down onto the bed, hovering over you.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he whispered before kissing you again, this time more deeply, slowly, pouring all his love into it as his hand slid down to caress your thigh with the softest touch. “You definitely should be.”

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