“These are from our high school and college,” he said, standing beside me as I flipped the pages. Some of them were even from their childhood. Two little chubby kids were grinning at the camera with their mouths smeared with chocolate. And I didn’t have any difficulties pointing out which one was my man. Those gorgeous stormy grays could never be missed.

I stared at the picture in awe. “You were so adorable back then.” He looked barely three or four in the picture.

“What do you mean? I’m not adorable right now?”

I laughed at his playful, accusing tone. Shaking my head, I pecked his lips. “No, you’re not adorable now.” At his raised brow, I winked at him. “You’re hot.”

Amusement danced across his eyes as he let out a chuckle, circling his arms around my waist.

“When did you get this picture?” I asked, looking at a photo of him and Caleb eating cookies with both of their mouths and hands full.

A look of nostalgia crossed over his features. “When Grandma used to babysit us. When we would be alone in the house, Mom used to call Grandma over to look after us before leaving for work. And being the kind woman she was, she always used to make cookies for us, even after Mom asked her many times not to spoil us.”

Although I never met that woman, the fondness in his tone made me like her immediately.

“Here, look, here she is.” He pointed at a picture of a woman smiling at the camera with her gray hair tied in a bun on the top of her head and two little kids on her lap. “After the death of Caleb’s parents and mine being busy all the time, she took care of us. She’d have loved to meet you, you know. She’d be proud of my choice.”

His loving gaze on me made my cheeks hot.

“I would have loved to meet her, too. She sounds like an amazing woman.”

He nodded, kissing my head. “She was.”

Then a picture of a couple caught my eye. I didn’t know them.

“Caleb’s parents,” he answered.

They were a beautiful couple.

Among so many pictures, I didn’t find even a single photo of his father. Only one photo of his mother was there. She was with his grandma and Caleb’s parents. I knew he avoided keeping his parents’ photos in the album. Especially his father’s. From what I knew, he had a strong dislike towards his dad. He talked about his mom to me, but he never mentioned his father. His parents were a sore subject for him. That could be the reason why he kept his mom’s picture covered with the sheet.

But I was glad he was at least trying to cope with his past.