Alfred F. Jones sat on a chair in a coffee house, waiting for his husband of two years, Arthur Kirkland, to join him. It was their anniversary that day and they were both extremely busy with work, yet Alfred insisted that they met up on their lunch breaks to make it special. He didn't want to wait until evening, knowing that Arthur would be stressed out from work and cranky anyway. He thought lunch together would be more suitable.

As soon as he saw Arthur enter the restaurant, he raked his blond hair back with his fingers and adjusted his glasses, making sure they weren't crooked. He knew how much Arthur hated seeing Alfred looking disheveled unless it were under "special", unspeakable circumstances.

"Good afternoon, love," Arthur said, kissing Alfred's cheek before sitting down. His British accent made itself known very clearly. "Now why would you call me out here on my lunch break when you know how busy I am?"

"Well it's our anniversary," Alfred began, blushing. He looked at the white-gold band on his left hand and smiled, remembering when Arthur slipped it onto his finger two years before. "Just the thought of that makes me happy. I mean, it was exactly two years ago around this hour even."

Arthur's lips pulled into a small smile. "You're right," he softly said. He reached across the table with his right hand and ran his thumb over Alfred's ring. "I'm so glad to have a man who remembers it as well as I do." He brought his other hand up and grabbed Alfred's right hand with it, his own wedding band glistening in the sunlight streaming in through the window behind Alfred. "It was the best day of my life."

"Mine too," Alfred said, smiling widely. "The day I married my best friend in the entire universe." He gave Arthur's hands a light squeeze as he winked. "Easily the best day of my life."

"That is, until the day we adopt our first child," Arthur said, smiling as he daydreamed. He wanted a little girl with long, red hair and rosy cheeks, with big, blue eyes like Alfred's.

Alfred smiled. "Yeah, I can't wait until our paperwork gets approved," he said, smiling. He wanted a little boy with brunet hair and large, emerald green eyes like Arthur's. Alfred's eyes went to Arthur's messy, blond hair. He loved it. It looked good on Arthur and reminded Alfred of the punk college student he once was before he delved into the world of business. It reminded Alfred of the Arthur he fell in love with in the first place.

"Darling, you're gazing again," Arthur said. "Come back to earth, dear."

Alfred shook his head. "Sorry about that," he said. "I was just thinking about something."

"Thinking about what?" Arthur asked, cocking his head to the side with curiosity. He smiled at Alfred, which usually got Alfred to spill anything that was on his mind.

"I was thinking back to our college days," Alfred admitted. "Back when you were that mysterious abroad student from England in that punk band with all of those piercings, and I was the quarterback of the football team." He blushed. "I know I sound stupid. But damn you looked so good back then, not that you don't now, but I kinda miss all of those earrings you had."

Arthur let out a gentle laugh. "You do?" he asked, amused. He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I could put them back in sometime," he teased. "You know, if you think it looks so good."

Alfred smiled. "Only if you would like to." He blushed a little. "But I wouldn't object either way."

"So you want me to," the British man confirmed with a smirk. He leaned back on his side of the booth and crossed his arms over his chest. "Then maybe I might later on tonight," he softly said, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Maybe even get out my guitar and sing."

"What song?" Alfred asked, smiling. He was challenging Arthur to see if he could remember the first song he ever serenaded him with or even name the band and album it was from. Personally, Alfred had to look it up all those years ago, but he never forgot after that. How could he ever forget after falling in love?

"In My Life," Arthur answered, "by The Beatles. It's from their album Rubber Soul." He smiled from across the table. "Any other trivia on us, Alfred? Hit me with it. I could go all day."

Alfred smiled. "You always remember everything," he said. "That's why I ordered for us before you got here. I ordered your tea just the way you like it and your favorite steak."

Arthur blushed. "Right again," he said, smiling. "Thank you for ordering ahead, love. It saves me time and gives me time to relax with you here." He relaxed a little more in his seat. "You are seriously the best. How could I ever repay you?"

"I could think of a thing or two that you could do later tonight," Alfred hinted with a wink.

His husband's cheeks turned bright red as he stammered, "B-But I-I was already p-planning on that."

Alfred's eyebrows shot up. "You were?" he asked, smiling widely. "Then I'm all set." His smile could barely fit on his face. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

Arthur blushed and shook his head, leaning across the table. He loved the feeling of Alfred's lips coming into contact with his. His hands reached out to grab Alfred's. As much as he'd rather have Alfred's hands in his hair, he had to settle for having them squeeze his own as they kissed at their small table in this restaurant.

"I love you," Arthur softly told him, smiling as they pulled apart.

"I love you too," Alfred told him, winking.

Oh, how Arthur loved that wink of his! It was so devastatingly irresistible to his features that he almost couldn't take it! "Alfred, you never cease to amaze me," he breathed. "You are just so amazing."

"I think it's actually the other way," Alfred said with an indifferent shrug. "But thanks, anyway." He smiled at Arthur. "You're so much smarter than I am. I mean, you're the one who is more successful, you know."

Arthur blushed and looked down at their hands. "I wouldn't say that," he softly said, knowing he had no argument. It was true, though. He had the higher-paying job while Alfred was a high-school gym teacher. His eyes found their way back up to Alfred's. "But you have the job that makes you feel like you did well at the end of the work day."

"You know, I do feel that way after work," Alfred said, thinking on it. "It makes me feel great to get kids into fitness. I just feel bad for the overweight kids, so I don't push them too hard and I definitely don't let them get picked on by anyone else. Also, a lot of the girls in my class haven't picked up on how gay I truly am."

Arthur had been taking a sip of water when he said that last part and didn't expect it to shoot out of his nose like it had. He couldn't hold back the laughter that escaped his mouth as he held his burning nose. "Alfred!" he exclaimed as he laughed. "That's terrible!"

"Nothing terrible about the greatest thing we have in common, babe," Alfred softly said, smiling. "Because if neither of us were gay, I have a feeling we wouldn't be as happy as we currently are."

Arthur put a napkin to his nose. "Very true," he softly said, letting the rest of the water drain into the napkin. "I know I wouldn't be as happy as I am right now. You're the best thing to ever happen to me in my entire life. And I couldn't imagine my life without you, to be honest."

"I'd have to say the same for you," Alfred said, gazing at him across the table. He was so in love with that British idiot that he almost couldn't handle it. Just waking up next to him every morning sent his heart soaring. Never in his life had he ever been so in love.

The waitress brought them their food and they ate it pleasantly, not rushing, as they talked about work and what else they wanted to do for the week of their anniversary. Their meal consisted of occasional dirty things said to each other, hand holding, a lot of blushing, and a few "I love you"s. Both of them saw it as a wonderful lunch date once it was finished. It was a success in Alfred's eyes.

"Arthur, how much longer do you have?" Alfred asked as they walked out of the restaurant, shielding their eyes from the bright sun.

"Well I have about a half hour," Arthur answered, looking at his watch. "Why do you ask, love?"

"I want to take you somewhere," Alfred said. "It's right within walking distance, and I know you'll love what I have to show you."

Arthur thought about it for a moment. "Very well then, but only for a moment, okay?"

Alfred smiled and grabbed Arthur's hand, leading him down the street. He led him straight to the park where Arthur had serenaded him for the first time, taking him to the bench where they sat as Arthur played his acoustic guitar, singing In My Life, stealing Alfred's heart forever.

"Trivia time," Alfred softly said. "Where are we?"

Arthur looked all around him as his eyes filled with tears. "You remembered so well," he softly said, looking to Alfred. "This is the exact bench, isn't it? The exact bench where I sang In My Life to you."

"Correct," Alfred said, pulling his backpack off of his shoulders. "And I have one more thing for you as well."

"Alfred, you don't have to," Arthur said, turning red. "You've done enough for me already today."

Alfred pulled a small, wrapped CD out of his backpack. "Open it," he softly said. "I looked everywhere for this."

Arthur slowly unwrapped the CD to find nothing other than the Rubber Soul album by The Beatles. Having no words to say, he wrapped his arms around Alfred, kissing him deeply. "How?" he asked breathlessly when they pulled away. "Why?"

Alfred smiled at him. "Why?" he asked, laughing. "It reminded me of you."