The moonlight that shined through the curtains glowed purple while the bedside lamp added a golden essence to the room. Waiting for him felt like eternity.

You didn't hear him downstairs, softly humming a tune from his new film with Doris Day. He didn't want to wake you.

Your heart leaped with every approaching footstep. His eyes widening at the sight of his beloved in the shared bed. Looking as beautiful as ever.

"By the light... of the silvery moon," he softly sang. He changed in front of you into his pajamas. Your eyes felt heavy with every word.

"I want to spoon, to my honey, I'll croon loves tune." He crawled into bed, his eyes soft and sweet. He laid his tired and heavy head on his pillow.

"Honey moon, keep a shinin' in June." He softly stroked your arms. You laid down on your own side of the bed, watching as he continued to sing the catchy tune.

"Your silvery beams will bring love's dreams we'll be cuddlin' soon." You rolled over into his arms, looking at the curtain covered windows. His arms moving to a spooning position. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck and held you secure. His breath tickling your soft skin.

"How was your day?"

"Exhausting, only because I was tired from missing you." He kissed your cheek.

"You're such a sap."

"Am not." He snarked, pretending to be offended. You thought he was adorable.

"Am too. But that's okay, I was exhausted from missing you too."

"You're the sap." You looked into his beautiful eyes, "but I find myself falling harder with each passing day."

You engulfed into a passionate kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close. His hands pressing into your waist.

"I love you,"

"I love you a million times more." He kissed your temple.