Candy let herself in to the flat with the key he had given her the Christmas before, a giddy feeling rising in her stomach as it always had since she moved in.
"I'm home!" She called out, being answered by the sound of bubbling and pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. "Don't worry, I'm not peeping - I'm heading upstairs to have a bath."
A loud "Love you" came through the kitchen door, and she blew Crax a kiss through the tiny gap he was peering through before she headed up the stairs. Every year, he would try to outdo himself and every year she rumoured him, content to be spoiled and doing what she could to spoil him in return.