“ if a wife is entitled to one thing , it’s the open admiration of her husband . ” a grin sits fixed upon pale pink lips , and despite the chill of the early springtime wind , a warmth spreads through chest as he approaches . oh , isn’t she lucky to work alongside her husband ? to be able to slip into his arms , or sneak a kiss , in those fleeting , infrequent moments where she’s not needed on set ? here they are , ten - plus years going strong as ever , partners in life , love , and career .
he comes bearing coffee , which was likely his own , but she lays her claim anyway , stealing it from his grasp with a grateful peck to his lips --- he’s not the one stuck outside on a breezy morning in a sundress ( couldn’t the damn man have written something warmer into the script ? ) . she could use the warmth more than he could , in that cozy sweater of his . finally , she lets a laugh escape as a bright flurry of giggles, thumb scrubbing gentle at the apple of his cheek , betraying the culprit of her unwavering stare . “ you had something on your face , my love . ”