10. Years
He puts an arm around his wife's slender waste, pulling her close, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. She responds by sidling closer to him. The bed creaks slightly, and the darkness is suffocating, but he feels comforted by her presence in the black of night.
"Anju?" He props himself up on his elbow. "Do you know what day it is?"
He can't see her through the thick shadows of midnight, but her voice answers plainly. "It's our one year anniversary!"
He smiles, kissing her softly, and lays back down. "And here's to many more years."