Amy Lau sat at the kitchen table, tapping her fingers against the wooden surface while staring out the window. The California sun poured in, casting a warm glow over everything, but Amy felt restless. She was thinking about George Nakai—her husband, the man she adored but who had an almost infuriating way of being completely oblivious sometimes.

The lyrics of Taylor Swift's "I Think He Knows" played in her mind: "He's got that boyish look that I like in a man, I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans..." It was so accurate, it was almost unnerving. George was the kind of guy who could make her heart race with a single smile, his calm, zen-like nature contrasting her intense, high-strung personality. But sometimes, Amy couldn't help but wonder if he really understood just how much he meant to her. Did he know the way he made her feel? Did he realize that under her cool, collected exterior, she was completely wrapped around his finger?

Just as Amy was about to lose herself in her thoughts, George walked into the kitchen, his face lighting up when he saw her. His easy, boyish smile sent a flutter through her stomach—exactly as it always did. He looked effortlessly handsome, wearing one of his vintage t-shirts and carrying that air of calm that he seemed to radiate at all times.

"Hey," George greeted her, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead. "You okay? You seem deep in thought."

Amy looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm fine. Just thinking."

George sat down across from her, raising an eyebrow. "Thinking about what?"

Amy hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, resting her chin in her hand as she looked at him. "You."

George's smile widened, and he tilted his head, giving her that curious, boyish expression she loved so much. "Oh? Should I be worried?"

Amy laughed, shaking her head. "No, not worried. Just... do you ever wonder if you really know how much I love you? Like, actually know?"

George blinked, clearly surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation. "I think I know," he said slowly, his voice gentle. "But... why do you ask?"

Amy shrugged, trying to keep her tone light even though her heart was racing. "I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm screaming 'I love you' through everything I do, and you're just like, 'That's cool.'"

George chuckled softly, reaching out to take her hand. "I do know how much you love me, Amy. I feel it every day. But maybe I should tell you more often how much I love you, too."

Amy felt her heart swell at his words, but she couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Yeah, maybe you should," she said with a grin. "I mean, a girl needs some reassurance now and then."

George grinned back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, how about this? I love you more than I love my collection of rare bonsai trees."

Amy gasped dramatically. "Wow, that's a big deal. You've been working on that collection for years."

"Exactly," George replied with a wink. "And you're way more important than any bonsai tree."

Amy rolled her eyes but couldn't help laughing. "Okay, fine, that was cute."

George leaned back in his chair, his smile turning softer, more sincere. "But seriously, Amy. I love you. I love everything about you—even when you're being intense or a little crazy. You're the most important person in my life."

Amy's teasing demeanor faltered slightly, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She had been with George long enough to know that when he said things like this, he meant them. He wasn't the type to throw around words without weight.

"I love you, too," Amy said, her voice soft. "Even when you're being all calm and zen and driving me insane with your unshakable chill."

George laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess we balance each other out."

Amy smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. "Yeah, I guess we do."


That evening, Amy and George decided to have a low-key night at home. After dinner, they found themselves curled up on the couch, watching a random movie they had stumbled upon. George had his arm around Amy, and she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the comforting warmth of his presence.

As the movie played in the background, Amy found herself thinking about how easy things were with George—how, even with all the chaos in their lives, they always seemed to find their way back to each other. Sure, they had their differences—Amy's go-getter, high-strung personality often clashed with George's laid-back, artistic nature—but somehow, those differences made them stronger. They complemented each other in ways that Amy couldn't explain, but she was endlessly grateful for.

"You're thinking again," George said, breaking the silence. He glanced down at her, a teasing smile on his lips.

Amy smiled up at him. "I can't help it. My brain is always running a hundred miles an hour."

George chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I know. That's one of the things I love about you."

Amy raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh yeah? What else do you love about me?"

George pretended to think for a moment, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "Let's see... I love how passionate you are about everything you do. I love that you're incredibly smart and that you always have a plan, even when I don't. And I love that, despite all your intensity, you have the biggest heart."

Amy felt her cheeks flush, her heart skipping a beat at his words. She wasn't used to George being so openly affectionate, but when he was, it always caught her off guard in the best way possible.

"Okay, now you're just being too sweet," Amy said, nudging him playfully.

George smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "I'm just telling the truth."

Amy sighed contentedly, nestling closer to him. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and for the first time in a long time, she felt completely at ease.

As the movie continued, Amy's mind wandered once again. She thought about their relationship, about how far they had come since they first met. Back then, she had been so focused on her career, on proving herself, that she hadn't thought she had time for someone like George. But he had been patient with her, quietly supporting her through every success and every failure.

And now, here they were—married, happy, and somehow still figuring things out as they went along.

"I think I know," Amy murmured to herself, echoing the lyrics of the song that had been stuck in her head all day.

George glanced down at her, his brow furrowing slightly. "You think you know what?"

Amy looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "I think I know how much you love me."

George's expression softened, and he leaned down to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good," he whispered against her lips. "Because I'm never going to stop reminding you."

Amy grinned, pulling him closer. "You better not."


The next morning, Amy woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window and the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. She stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face as she slowly opened her eyes. George was already up, of course, being the early riser that he was.

She threw on one of George's old t-shirts and padded into the kitchen, where she found him standing by the counter, pouring two mugs of coffee. He smiled when he saw her, handing her a mug as she approached.

"Morning," George said, his voice still soft with the early morning quiet.

"Morning," Amy replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "You're up early."

George shrugged. "I wanted to get a head start on some work, but I figured I'd make us coffee first."

Amy smiled, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. She leaned against the counter, watching him as he went about his morning routine. It was moments like these—quiet, simple moments—that made her realize just how much she loved him. It wasn't always the grand gestures or the big declarations of love. Sometimes, it was just waking up together, sharing a cup of coffee, and knowing that they had each other's backs.

"You know," Amy said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I'm really glad we met."

George looked at her, surprised by the sudden sentiment. "I'm glad too."

Amy smiled, stepping closer to him. "I don't say it enough, but... you're pretty amazing, George. You've put up with a lot from me, and you're still here. I don't think I could have asked for anyone better."

George set his mug down, pulling her into his arms. "Amy, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. You drive me crazy sometimes, but that's what makes this fun."

Amy laughed, leaning her forehead against his. "Well, I guess we're stuck with each other, then."

George grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Forever and ever."

Amy kissed him softly, her heart swelling with love. As they stood there in the kitchen, wrapped in each other's arms, she felt that familiar warmth spread through her chest—the kind of warmth that reminded her why they worked so well together, even when things got tough.

And as she pulled back to look into George's eyes, the lyrics of "I Think He Knows" played in her mind once more: "He's so obsessed with me, and boy, I understand... He's got my heart, pulled tight in his hand."

Yes, he knew.

And so did she.