“No, no,” I reply with a chuckle, smiling warmly as he touches my face. “But you deserve an office, and I deserve a music room. And I want a big jet tub, and a backyard.”

My throat goes a little tight as I think about having this conversation with him before, and our jokes about wanting a tub. He doesn’t remember it, and I will always get a little sad when I think of these things, but it’s easy enough to move past it, especially when he kisses my nose. It reminds me that even though he’s missing some memories, he’s still the same person. My Oliver.

“I did like being out by the lake,” I tell him, kissing his chin as my hand glides up his back. “I liked being out of the city.”