First Before Everything.

Hi, sweetheart.

I’m sorry, darling.

I woke up and went straight into work.

Mhm.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling.

I’m desperate to finish this article, so I started working right away.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

I’m begging you.

No, no.

Absolutely not.

You are always first.

First before everything else.

It’s just that I like to finish what I started first, and then properly enjoy my time with you.

So the thought of unfinished work doesn’t keep crawling into my head.

I’m glad.

Really?

Oh wow.

Really?

Don’t be rude!

Fine.

Damn it, Caleb.

You really know how to ruin a moment.

Why did you have to be rude?

Fine.

But the moment is ruined now.

Yes.

Exactly.

Forget it.

So.

Mhm.

Yes.

Anyway.

The main thing is that the process has started.

Documents are always like this.

It will already be good if they finish everything by the end of the year.

Yes.

Let’s.

I don’t know.

I’m nervous.

This is my first wedding.

I don’t even know.

I just...

You know...

I simply felt that he wasn’t the one.

Not the real one.

In short — not you.

Yes.

No.

Of course he asked.

But I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to marry him at all.

Yes.

Of course.

Of course you are special.

You are one of a kind.

Really, darling.

I don’t know, sweetheart.

Sometimes I worry that I’m a little toy to you.

As if I’m not really allowed to be sad for long.

Or angry.

As if I always have to shine and smile like some pretty little character.

Okay.

If that’s true.

I’m sorry.

That’s not what I meant.

Don’t be angry, Caleb.

I didn’t mean it like that.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, darling.

I didn’t mean it.

Come on, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, darling.

What if I start purring?

Mmm, darling.

Don’t be angry.

Please, my love.

My pride.

My beautiful, smart, dangerously handsome Mr. Caleb.

Mmm, darling.

I’m kissing you.

Holding you.

Sitting on your lap.

Come on, darling.

Don’t be angry.