In Lieu - I don't own these characters.
He could see the trials of love clearly in the mirror. Crows feet and small signs of aging had appeared around her eyes and mouth. Her hair, still as unmanageable as when he had met her decades before, grazed her neck and shoulders. The scars on her arms from the War and the mark of an old burn (from a failed potions experiment in their earlier days) marred her skin. She turned to him, and his eyes continued downwards, stopping at her swollen abdomen.
Yes, he smiled; he supposed he could bear her mother's cooking for just one more afternoon.
A few 100 words. In lieu of-