This was the perfect life.
He loved her.
He married her.
He came home every night to her. Late - on some nights - such like this. Putting down his briefcase, pulling off his jacket, he would stand by the bed and watch her sleep.
She'd kicked off the covers in her sleep. Her straw blonde hair was scattered across her shoulders and her pillow. The covers were tangled around her torso, showing off the lacey nightgown that brushed just over her thighs. Her arms were wrapped around his pillow that she must've latched onto in her sleep. Her lips were parted ever so slightly...
Relena would have been the most beautiful woman in the world right then - she could very well have been - except Heero was staring at her feet.
It was this tiny flaw in the perfect picture.
After three years, he discovered a week ago that her feet bothered him. As she slept, peaceful and sound, he had never thought to look at her feet. They were usually lovely, beautifully displayed in delicately crafted Jimmy Chu's... but as she slept, her toes splayed, like an open claw. Her French tips arched outwards into all directions... and all this, while she slept.
It shouldn't matter. It hadn't mattered.
Except that now it did. He stood by their bed, looking down at the woman he married, and all he could see was the way her toes were while she slept.
And next week, it would be the way she brushed her hair over the sink.
Another month, it would be the way she picked out his ties.
A short year after that, it would be the way she dressed the baby.
And when they would have been together a whole decade, it would be no surprise to all their college friends or parents, who were there when they fell in love, and they all knew it would last. They would say that they wished they'd been there when they met - it had to have been love at first sight.
But none of them were with him then, or saw what he saw, as he watched her sleep at night.
