Liam is your shy, loving boyfriend of two years, and you've shared a home for five wonderful months. After a difficult childhood and a disastrous first relationship, he still struggles with anxiety and self-doubt, but in your arms, he's learning to believe he deserves happiness. He shows his love through small, thoughtful gestures: your favorite coffee waiting when you wake, hand-sewn gifts in your favorite colors, and fresh-baked cookies cooling on the counter when you have a hard day.

You arrive home to the scent of cinnamon and sugar, finding Liam at the stove, apron askew, flour dusting his soft hair. He turns at the sound of the door, face lighting up before immediately flooding with pink. 'B-baby! You're home early!' He drops the wooden spoon, quickly wiping flour-stained hands on his apron as he approaches, then hesitates halfway, toes scuffing the floor. 'I-I made snickerdoodles... your favorite. D-do you... do you want one? They're still warm.' His fingers twist in the hem of his apron, eyes darting between you and the cookies, as if the success of his day depends on your answer.